AN: Finally have a planned out idea for this, making documents with condensed plot is much easier, trust me it makes writing ten times easier. The only problem now is finding time to write in between tests, essays and projects. Enjoy more shameless fanservice, wheee! I told you in the beginning, this will have plot but more fanservice than anything. Odd, it didn't feel like it took as long as it usually does to write this chapter.

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Inside the Book

"Tch...This is fucking lame. Oh well, not much I can do about it now."

I mutter to the wooden ceiling, watching as the lights overhead bathe the room in a pale glow. This is what I get for overexerting myself. I think, turning my head to the left side in order to look at my bandaged arm which was hanging from a sling. I blink as I notice that I am half-naked, the bandages covering my torso and extending to part of my thigh a slight pink from the blood seeping through. Luckily, the loose navy sweatpants cover my legs so I'm not too exposed; still, I would have liked to have my other shirt too. They must have not healed all the way, which Is reasonable, seeing as I was pretty badly wounded. Besides, with my broken arm there was no way getting a shirt on would be easy, and unwrapping my bandages would also be less complicated for both me and the helpers here. Still, the bastards could have given me something to cover myself with, seeing as the cot where I was laying did not have any blankets. No one else was in here, seeing as the rooms were designed for one person only, but it still left me feeling vulnerable. I saw something dangling in front of my face, and grab It out of curiosity. I realize that it is a chain to a bell which is hanging to the metal headrest. The bell then connects to something that looks like wires, or possibly pipes, in order for the sound of the chime to be heard from the servants room. I grin slightly, having been here before to use their other services; this was to call for a service person to take your 'order'. Maybe I could fulfill my hunger later, after I rest up a bit. My blade, and some of my other weapons and knapsack were laying next to the door, which was closed. My previous outfit had probably been discarded, or at least given to someone to be cleaned and repaired, which I didn't mind.

Thankfully the nurses who ran the place knew what they were doing, unlike most of our safe houses along this district of town. I wasn't sure how long I'd been out for, it was hard to tell from the view of the windows showing the outside since the smog and lights from buildings weren't any clear indication of the time of day. All I can do now is wait to either be praised or chewed out by the leader of out group, and I am not looking forward to the latter. Living with deadbeat parents who treated you like shit, calling you useless and a waste of space, while they fed their addictions with the money that was whored out to them by the government could put a damper on a kid's outlook on life. Sure I was cynical, but how could anyone not be growing up in a place that tried to eat you alive from the day you came out of the womb? Using my right hand, which was still sore from the previous encounter, I touched my chin and ran my finger across the jagged scar that went from my jawline to my left eye.

Unlike my other wounds, which were from battles I had while in this little posse, this one was different. This was not from any true battle, no blood had been shed but my own. I've had the damned thing for as long as I can remember, when one of my great and supportive parents decided that I was talking too loud while they were enjoying their daily dose of heroin. Mom figured putting a couple cuts on my face would make me shut up, obviously this was going to have the opposite effect, not that they could riddle that out with their drug addled brains. I don't remember how old I was when it happened, just that my life has been a living hell since then. It is slightly better now that I am on my own, able to do most of what I want, though the gang rules are strict and enforced well. I'll probably get demoted back to a common scrub for what I did back at the apartment, no more commanding people around and leading sieges into other gang's territories. I can live with it though; There's still plenty of ways I can prove myself, in a city like this where whores roam the streets as information brokers and drug dealers that are actually spies in disguise. Japan's a pretty crummy place, at least on this small island surrounded by the mainland. I wonder what other lands are like, even the bigger islands could be better than this. Hell, maybe America wouldn't be a bad place to go either, or possibly England, not that I'll ever accrue the money to be able to go overseas.

"America, the land of opportunity, eh? Bet that place is just as much of a shithole as here is, they just hide their corruption better while we flaunt it for the world to see. Nothing's ever perfect, no matter how much you try to cover up its ugliness, some spots still show."

I comment, a small smirk making its way across my face. Trying to move my body proves both futile and painful, so I can only lay back onto the white pillow that was provided for me, the small cot starting to soak red with the blood from my healing wounds. The sound of the door opening makes me turn my head to the right to watch as the door creaks outward slowly. I don't bother to cover myself since there is no point, and they have probably seen me like this before anyways. This wasn't the first time I had come here of my own accord, though most of the visits were for different reasons than medical treatment. One of the healers walks in, noticing that I am awake almost as soon as they look this way. It was a guy, which I found surprising, seeing as most of the healers in this particular safe house are women. Not to say that men can't be healers; its just unexpected seeing as most men in the gang wish to go for combative roles. The few who don't are either shafted into our intelligence network, record keeping, or healing duties. Those men can fight, and we don't treat them less for it, everyone has a certain place where we belong. Hell, most of the women I've known in the gang was because I was commanding them in squads or vice versa. The job you get applies to the skills you have, and some people just don't have any skills, so they are regulated to lower end jobs. Promotion is always possible, even within the archives division, and not many people can put up with doing that kind of work. I know there's no way in hell I'd be able to go through file after file every day, it's just way too boring for me.

While I'm busy thinking about this, said healer comes over to where I am laying, looking down at me with a smile that creeps me out when I notice it. What's with that look? Either this guy is too friendly or he's in good mood for some reason. I mentally comment, wincing as the male medic forces me to sit up so he can clean my bandaged torso. The healer, who I now notice is a teenage boy of about fourteen years, looks at me with something akin to sympathy. He is short but lanky, his cheekbones thin and skin pale, his arms like twigs. I squirm and stiffen a bit as his hands go over the wounds in my side and shoulder, letting out a sharp gasp as he pokes where the blade had lodged itself in my left ribcage, leaving a deep gash a couple centimeters wide in diameter. I swat his hand away, glaring at him with killing intent.

"I know it hurts, sir, but I have to check your bandages and clean your wounds so they don't become infected and prove a bigger problem."

"Well be more gentle next time, dammit! This hurts like hell, not like a kid like you would know. How'd someone so young wind up with a job like this. Don't you at least have a family or parents? Someone to look after you?"

I curse, watching as the boy's expression turns sad and melancholy. His purple bangs hang in front of his face, obscuring his expression from my sight. After a few seconds, he looks at me again, an expression of pain crossing his features. I can see something else in them too, like anger or resentment.

"Not anymore...They died when I was still quite young. I think it was around the time of that epidemic a half a decade ago."

He mutters, his eyes narrowing as he stares at me. I nod, thinking back to that time, which honestly felt like an eternity ago. No one knew when it started, people just started falling ill. I had been part of the gang since then, and most of us received enough money to be able to buy vaccinations for the disease. The shit was pretty costly too, I don't think most normal people could afford it back then, not the way our economy was with such high unemployment. Only the lowest of the low joined a gang, when you were down on your luck and it wasn't something that most respectable people would do. The jobs were often dirty, morally corrupt and if you were caught by the government it'd be the end for you. Even when I joined up, I was already alone with no one to take care of me, having run away from home when I was small. A kid like this though, who still had a chance to make something of himself in life shouldn't be forced to do these kinds of things. He was only attending to people's wounds now, but what if he grew up to be a killer, like myself? Hell, he could stuck with something worse even; there were a lot of creepy old men and women who'd see him as a sex object. Some of the younger, more feminine looking boys were kept as potential male escorts, most of their profit going towards the gang they served, same with the women prostitutes. I clear my throat, causing him to look at me again.

"I see...You really shouldn't be doing jobs like this you know, no matter how much it pays. There are a lot of weirdos in this world who'd easily take advantage of your innocence."

I mutter, gripping the boy's shoulder with my one good arm and tug him towards me. His face is shocked, a sharp gasp coming from him as I pull him closer to me, so that our faces are only a couple inches apart. Cupping his chin in my hand, I put my mouth next to his ear, running my tongue over it. I make sure not to go too far, seeing as this was just a warning, and gently bite his lobe with my teeth, caressing it with the tip of my tongue. He tugs away from me, but even weakened my grip is too strong for him, and he only ends up stumbling a little. His expression is fearful, his eyes wide like a caged animal, understanding his position. Satisfied with myself, I pull away from him, my expression fierce and darkened as I stare into his sparkling eyes.

"That was nothing. This kind of life will take you to hell and spit you back out, and most commit suicide before getting anywhere. Only the tough can make it here, this isn't a place for children. If you need money, go look somewhere else kid, 'cause this job doesn't earn much and you end up doing a hell of a lot of disgusting work."

"I...I...need the cash t-though..."

He weakly protests, backing away from me, his face still wearing an expression of terror. I snort, moving to try and get off the bed completely, but the throbbing pain in my chest causes me to double over. I cough a few times, blood leaking out of the corner of my mouth, as I lay back on the cot.

"Go...get my bag. There should...be enough cash...for a couple months worth rent in a shoddy apartment. Go tell whomever is running the place...that you quit. And if I see your face here again...it won't be good for your health. Got it?"

He nods, going towards my knapsack by the closed wooden door. Fishing out at least 250,000 Ryo, he looks at me, confusion evident in his face as he looks back at the wad of cash in his hands.

"Take the fucking shit, already! No kid should have to live life like this. Hell, no one should, but this ain't a perfect world. We've gotta live with what we're given..."

I comment, watching as the kid pockets the money without hesitation now. His eyes are still afraid of me, which is to be expected, but there's also determination in them now. I mentally smile to myself; It wouldn't get the kid out of this hell of a country, but his life won;t be so hectic for a while. He won't have to scrounge through garbage looking for lost change, or beg in order to get leftover food, not to mention some of the others jobs he could be doing...I involuntarily shudder at the thought, which prompts the kid to stare at me before chuckling.

"Oh right, your clothes should be fixed by now. I'll go get them, and thanks mister. This means a lot."

"Whatever. And don't bother bringing my old outfit; I'm not gonna need it for a while, if you understand my meaning."

I command, causing his face to flush as he realizes what I'm saying. The boy practically bolts out of the room then, probably thinking that I meant to use him. I snicker, the thought had crossed my mind and he wasn't a bad looking kid, but he was too young for me. Besides, the whores here are probably more experienced than he was, not that I was up to anything too strenuous but some light exercise might help take my mind off of things. With that thought in mind, I tug on the small chain that is almost invisible, listening to the clear and mellow chime it gives off. It only takes somewhere in between five to ten minutes for a hostess to arrive, the woman shows up even dressed in a kinky maid outfit. She's mostly average looking, with long legs and juicy thighs, like most of the women hired here. She moves over to me quickly, wondering if I need anything else or if I would like a different partner. I glance over her once more with my eyes, an almost-feral smirk spreading over my lips.

"No, you'll do just fine, sweetheart...We can't do anything too rough though, but I'll try and treat you nice."

"Whatever you desire, as long as you can pay for it."

I stop there, thinking over my current financial situation. After giving the boy about half of the money I had saved up, I should be fine for a while, even cooped up like this. I wouldn't be able to do any hard jobs for a while, but I could get paid for doing quick chores around headquarters to get extra cash. I'll be fine as long as I don't go too crazy while staying here, and remember to have some home cooked meals every now and again. My conviction set, I quickly pulled her towards me, our lips meeting together harshly as she falls on top of me. I moan a bit, the pain in my chest still affecting me, while I scope out her mouth with my tongue. Misinterpreting my moan, she pushes her own tongue deeper into my mouth, her saliva coating the back of my teeth and roof of my mouth as she goes inside. I feel the budding of an erection, but it's not quite there, as my hands start to roam around her chest, pulling down the skimpy black and white corset that covered her breasts.

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Real World

"Hggn..."

Moaning, I gingerly turn over so the light of the sun isn't shining in my face. The ground is hard and slightly uncomfortable underneath the padding of my bedroll, but I'm used to it. I just lay there for a couple minutes, watching the canopy of trees overhead to clear my grogginess. No one else in our four man team was awake yet, evidenced by Asuma's snores over to my right, and the messy shock of purple hair across from us that was obviously Anko's, She was tangled up in Genma's bedroll, or was it the other way around, I honestly didn't care enough to see the difference. My body twitched then, causing my heart rate to speed up and my palms to sweat. It had nothing to do with those two, and I've experienced it enough times by now to realize what the sensation meant. My brain could only focus on the lack of chakra in my system, even though I was more or less fine after sleeping for this long. We hadn't ran into any enemy ninja on our way to the specified location, and we were mostly taking a break so our bodies would be rested up for more travel. I couldn't take the strain though, my hands twitching and trembling in front of me as I stare at them. It had been a while since I had eaten any soldier pills, even though I didn't really need them since my last mission a week ago. I was finally able to work again, and though it was slightly stressful, I enjoyed helping out the village and my comrades. I would do anything for the village, well almost anything. I look at the two tangled figures across from me, trying to focus my distracted mind on something else.

What those two did on their own time really was none of my business, and besides, we were currently on a mission and had more important things to do than foster relationships. Not like I could blame them, most ninja didn't live long enough to see twenty-five, so quick flirts and flings like this were common. Ninja never stayed in a committed relationship for long, breaking up or the death of the partner inevitable in this kind of work. Stress was high in a job where you could die in an instant, go on a mission and never come back, or return psychologically damaged. I was honestly surprised the two lasted this long, seeing as Anko's tendencies for kinks and Genma's laid back attitude were so far apart. I never really noticed how similar the two of us were, besides the fact that Genma was more of a player than I was; he loved using lame pick up lines to try and score while we were out drinking. For him to be attracted someone like Anko, none of us ever would have thought he was that kinky, though he had shown signs. I chuckled to myself, remembering them as kids in the academy, and how even then they picked fights on one another.

Letting out a small yawn, I easily dislodge myself from the sleeping bag and moved towards my backpack, grabbing the pair of pants that were lazily slung over the closed bag and put them on. Slipping on my sandals, I look up at the sky, watching the clouds move carelessly over the slowly rising sun, the reds, pinks and purples making it look almost surreal. I had gotten up a little too early, we were supposed to move out in an hour or two, but that didn't bother so much. In fact that was sort of a good thing, I lied to myself, my heartbeat increasing once more as I look at my bag, my hands getting ever closer to it. Going through one of the smaller pockets of my bag, I pull out a tan pouch, the thing about as small as my fist. Checking to make sure no one was awake, I slowly crept away from my sleeping bag to the forest beyond. I wasn't too far away from the camp, as I could see the last embers of our fire burning away in the distance out of the corner of my eye. If anyone was suspicious, I'd just say I was on watch. I weigh the bag by shaking it up and down, my slightly bloodshot eyes narrowing as I saw I was getting low on pills. I would just have to restock when we got back from the village, though I wasn't sure how long my sanity could hold. If I had a couple now, it would make it easier, and I'd need the extra energy in case something happened. Excuses like these ran through my mind, my palms sweating from the withdrawal as I untied the pouch and took three of the little black spherical pills.

I can feel the pills' effects spreading throughout my body, as they are being absorbed by my chakra network. It is dangerous to overload the body with excess chakra, more so if the person's network was never meant to hold such a large amount, but I don't care. This isn't bothering anyone, and the situation would be worse if I don't take the pills. The feeling is almost euphoric as the energy flows throughout my body, my eyes widening and pupils dilating as the full effects hit me. I re-tie the bag and stuff it in the pocket of my pants, not wanting to eat anymore right now, though I was sure I would try later. I had the strength in order to hold the urges, if they came, so the future didn't really bother me. I am too concerned with the present, the feeling from the pills and combination of extra chakra overloading my network making me feeling almost lightheaded. I pant heavily as I feel the sensation go away, the high from the pills mostly gone now, replaced by a feeling of tiredness.

The chakra is still there in my system, but not doing anything to me physically, its mostly affecting my capabilities for ninjutsu. Since I had an average chakra capacity to begin with, my jutsu aren't as powerful as they could be, but thanks to the pills this problem is fixed. I easily make the signs for a Lighting Blade, a grin spreading across my face as the jutsu activates. The current of chakra is stronger than before, ripping my fingerless glove and causing parts of my skin to flake off, revealing the bleeding pink flesh beneath. It stings a little, but I feel fine and plunge my glowing hand into one of the trees in front of me. My hand has made a hole in the bark of the tree, about five inches deep and around in diameter, the leftover electricity spreading along the cracks and into the bark. Splinters of wood fly upwards as the current moves and dissipates only a few seconds later, the electric current ripping apart the bark to show the light colored inside. Satisfied with the result, I turn and walk away from the now splintered tree, the chakra in my hand already a wisp of blue smoke as I head back to camp. No one had heard me apparently, though Asuma had turned over in his sheets and was facing me, Anko and Genma still cuddled underneath each other. I smirk, kneeling down to roll up my sleeping bag and put it away, confident that no one will find out my problem.

"Ha...hahaha...Ahahahahaha!"