chapter four is here boys and girls of all ages...i think that this will be my first fanfiction for me to ever finish! It's a MIRICAL!! anyways...

Warning: This fanfiction has been rated M for extreme violence, mature language, sexual situations, masochism, BDSM, and other things to boot, so if in any way these subjects offend you then PLEASE for your own sanity do NOT read this story. All complaints will just be made fun of in commentary that shall appear every five chapters; so please don't waste your time.

thank you; and enjoy

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Genma found himself in silence once again; and for the amount of time he had spent like this it had begun to wear on his nerves. He had expected what Aikyo had meant when she said that Senchi wanted to talk to him, was that she would be in soon after she had left; and not that he would be waiting a few hours for her to show up.

These women seemed to love the idea of leaving him alone in absolute quiet, maybe it was their form of torment before torture. He made a mental note to refer this idea to Anbu if he ever got back home, he decided that if it could work this easily on him, then it would work on anybody; even members of Akatsuki if they extended it long enough.

But, as he was about to start down a line of mental curses for all those around him and otherwise; the rustling of fabric caught his attention and forced him to look toward the entrance to the tent where there stood a woman, looking rather nonchalant. As she began to walk forward and block the sunlight from his eyes, he managed to get a better look at her, and like the woman before her, her appearance was striking.

Her hair was messy and stopped just under her cheeks, the majority black but her long and unruly bangs a lime green. Her eyes were covered by a cloud village headband, and he might have been imagining things but it seemed to be much thicker then normal headbands that he had seen. Deciding not to think on it too long his eyes drifted to the silver ring that circled the center of her lip, lower still he noticed a black fishnet scarf that hung around her neck, black lace in the center and off one end dangled a shimmering black kunai.

She wore a tight black shirt whose collar was lost beneath her scarf, the sleeves stopped at her shoulders black silk straps loosely connecting the other halves of them. Down the center of her shirt were green leather straps that started underneath her chest line and stopped at her belt line. In the center of the top of her bottom sleeves sat green stars below that was a pointed green stripe and another stripe sat at the very bottom, each having four silver rings in them.

A black leather belt clung tightly to her hips holding up a tattered black silk like fabric that might have been called a skirt had it not been for the fact that it had no front. Under that was a pair of baggy black cloth pants that stopped at her knees where a set of black leather army boots began.

Before he even had a chance to ponder the identity of this mysterious woman as she now leaned casually against a wooden table which was in front of him, she spoke. "So, jounin. What exactly were you and your band of konoha lackeys doing down here exactly? By my estimation you're way out of your borders."

Genma paused, realizing quickly who this woman was, deciding to choose his words wisely; by Aikyo's advice; remembering that depending on what he said his life could be on the line. "We were hunting down a thief, and we happened to chase him through into this area."

"Really?" Senchi's voice taking a suspicious tone, "So many of you were sent for just one thief?"

"He had stolen precious documents from Konoha." he did his best to keep his tone calm and collected.

"Then why not simply send Anbu?" Her question made him pause...truthfully he had been wondering that himself. So he decided he might as well give out the response that Hokage-sama had given him.

"Our Anbu teams were busy, and this mission was not important enough to bother them with."

Senchi scoffed, "Lord that sounds like the half assed response that some drunken Hokage would give." she spoke her tone mocking as she leaned forward a bit, still half sitting on the table.

Bingo... Genma thought scornfully

swallowing his thoughts Genma dared to reply, "well it's the truth." he spoke in a way that seemed to challenge Senchi to doubt him.

Laughing lightly, Senchi leaned back before kicking herself to her feat. "Yeah, all right." Her tone was mocking as she placed one hand on her hip and smiled maliciously, "Then I guess all that's left for you is to enjoy Aikyo's company for a while...well that is until we decide it's your time to die." Noting the momentary look of horror that crossed Genma's face only made her scoff.

"Oh don't worry pretty boy, by the time you come to your end, you'll have already started begging for it." Turning for the exit she paused, "Oh wait...you'll start begging probably by tomorrow...well that is unless your a masochist." and deciding to leave him with that thought she exited the tent, a smug smirk plastered on her lips.

When he was sure she was gone, Genma began pulling desperately at his bonds; straining his arms until he was sure they would break, before pausing and starting again. He needed out, and he needed out now. He began sharpening his chakra sending it slowly back and forth through the ropes that bound him, until he could finally hear them about to break.

But, just as the rope slackened slightly he felt himself being grabbed and wrenched to his feet, his hands handcuffed to the pole above his head; before he even had a chance to see who had done it. The smell of chocolate and cinnamon reached his nose, as a laugh reached his ears. He caught a glimpse of the person from the corner of his eyes before she moved to stand in front of him, a wide smile on her face as she leaned forward.

"Running off wouldn't be good, Aikyo wouldn't be happy if you left, and then I would get in trouble...and when I get in trouble with Aikyo; my pocky mysteriously disappears...and that would make me become very cross with you" He recognized her voice immediately as the woman named Satou.

Shit...was the only word that ran through his mind