Chapter 7: With Pleasure

His hands were smooth.

I couldn't see much, as the lighters were dimmed so much that they might as well be off. I could recognize the room though as my apartment. Laying on my bed, fresh air drifted through my cracked open window, making goose bumps appear across my nude skin. It appeared to please the man beside me, as he only ran his fingers over my hardening nipples, ensuring that they stayed stiffened while the other hand followed a path down my collared neck, down the path between my small breasts where a chain rested, and down my stomach, resting itself on top of my small pubes.

I'm pleased that the room was so dark that he couldn't see my blush, but he was fully clothed-and I was nude.

"H-Hey..." Rising my eyes with my head, I tried to look above and around, yet it was with a partially gloved hand that roughly grabbed my chin, forcing my head back into its original position.

Almost magically though, the lights turned completely off, and the only noises I could hear were my and his breathing.

Squirming with his hand still on my chin, I didn't dare move my head.

But I had apparently caught his attention for something as my lower body was lifted quite high, surprising me. Closing my eyes, my shuttering breath made him hum, in either a thoughtful or pleasure way, I couldn't tell.

I almost want to assume he was pleased, as I could feel a pair of folded legs make their way partially under my own ass cheeks, with my legs being set around a pair of hips. Opening my eyes, I felt one of his hands fondle my breast once more as I heard a zipper being pulled at, and I could only stare into the darkness before me with goosebumps of pleasure.

I was turned on, no denying. My pussy was quite wet and the fact that he was ignoring it and playing with my sacks of milk instead made me want to pout and demand him to please me already.

There was a shuffling of clothing that was in sync with the twitching leg muscles of the much larger male and it almost made me want to smile.

'Finally...'

I didn't care for my virginity, finding it slightly stupid for people to find it something very precious. It was your first time, not your last. Sucks if you don't get to try at least once, but sucks even more if you have to stop having it, I'd assume. I wanted to get mine done and over with because it's said to hurt, but the fact that this man was dragging it out...

His hand had drifted between my breast, grabbing the chain with an almost urgency.

With a hard tug, I was roughly and sloppily pulled onto his lap, feeling a large warm, pulsing object make its way in between the folds of my pussy, diagonally angled like my finger when I refused to penetrate myself during masturbation.

Biting my lip, I felt his legs re-adjust themselves so my behind was more supported by him. My arms were lazily thrown around his shoulders, my chest rubbing harshly against his vest. His smooth hands had redirected to my behind, and I felt the muscles in his arms bulge slightly as he slightly lifted me, using a whole new pair of muscles in between his legs to twitch his cock right against my hole, perfectly positioned to enter.

His face found the crook of my neck, and I could feel my heart beat in my ears.

I didn't feel skin.

I felt cloth.

Slowly pulling myself back gently, to prevent him from dropping me right on his cock as punishment of seemingly rejecting him, I rested my hands on his shoulders and looked.

"Kakashi-sensei..."

"Mm, Naruto-chan..?"

His mismatched eyes were shadowed by the dark, but I could still see the steel grey and bright blood red. He still adorned his mask, his headband was completely gone, and his silver hair almost glowed despite the darkness.

Staring into his eyes, he leaned forward and kissed me, despite his mask.

Kissing him back, it was a distraction for him to completely drop and force me down onto his cock.

"Nnnnh! Sen-sei!"

Tears were gathering in my eyes at the surprising, large pain that pierced my pussy. His cock was constantly pulsing and he softly was moaning my name out in syllables. Sniffling, I didn't imagine it to hurt this much, and the fact that he was enjoying it...

...it was turning me on further...

Through his mask, his teeth still were there as he bit down onto my neck, making me groan further in slight pain, half pleasure. Wiggling my bottom, his hands tightened themselves into cups, digging his nails into my ass.

Lifting my body, he slowly rose me up off his cock, never pulling out and his body followed mine. Getting on his own knees, he allowed me to fall on my back, back onto the bed. Holding onto my hips though, he looked down upon me with lust in his eyes.

"Such a pretty thing, just waiting to get fucked, hm?"

With a pleased shiver raking down my spine, I tried to smile up at him with my earlier tears shining. "Fucked by you, Kakashi-sensei," and with a further attempt to spread my legs, he took the initiative and to insert himself fully once more, slowly this time.

"Nng, faster!" Pouting I watched him with wide eyes as he leaned down to get close to my face. Using one hand, he grabbed the chain and lifted my upper body off the bed, and almost glared into my demanding eyes.

"I make the orders, you follow them." I could only nod, as his voice took on his commanding tone from training. Letting go of the chain, my upper body dropped back once again onto the bed. Appearing very pleased himself, he slammed himself into my body.

"Aah!" Arching my body, he slowly pulled out and repeatedly slammed himself into my small body. "Naa!"

"Is this what you wanted, you slutty Uzumaki?" Repeating his thrusts, the tears in my eyes grew at the pure pleasure racking through my body. Only being able to wildly nod, his thrusts began to lose its slow exit and picked up the pace overall.

I could faintly hear my bed repeatedly be slammed into the wall at a wild rhythm, though the noise completely disappeared with his filthy words and my cries of, "Yes sensei!"

It wasn't taking long for me to begin getting closer and closer to my point, and I could see by his eyes that he was becoming undone-like an obedient dog that was finally released from its order.

"Naruto!" Leaning forward, he fondled my breasts once again.

"God, Naruto..." Grabbing the chain, his body leaned back and his hips began to lose control as stars once again entered my eyes.

"NARUTO!"

Rocketing my body up, I knocked foreheads with the one and only Sasuke Uchiha.

'What the fuck..?'

It took a moment of rubbing my forehead and staring in disbelief at him, that I remembered what happened the past day to end up here, mashing my forehead into Sasuke's.

Kakashi-sensei passed out after his battle, and Sasuke and I carried him to Tazuna's house. We got a spare bedroom with each other since we were both males, 'Yeah, totally' and Sakura got her own room while our sensei was in a reachable room that wouldn't invade our privacy since he was injured, which was Tazuna's family sitting room.

We ended up resting for the night, taking dinner to our rooms and passing out as soon as we finished.

"Naruto, what were you even dreaming about?"

"Huh?" I couldn't help it but I blushed. 'Am I attracted to my own teacher?'

"You kept saying Kakashi-sensei's name." Wildly shaking my head side to side, I shot up out of bed and past the suspicious teammate. "Nothing, was just remembering yesterday! Don't worry about it!"

Not even bothering to grab the change of clothes I left out just yet, I quickly made my way out of the room and down the stairs. Not ready to face whoever made it to the breakfast table just yet, I tiptoed into the sitting room that held my unconscious sensei. Holding my breath, I slowly slid the door open-hoping that nobody would hear it.

Tazuna's daughter-who knew the grouch who had ever gotten some?-named Tsunami had some basic first aid training for emergencies, and was able to patch us all up, though the only remedy for Kakashi-sensei was undisturbed rest, due to chakra exhaustion. I couldn't help it though, I wanted to see my sensei-one of the few connections left to my parents.

Definitely not because I just had a dream about him, where he fucked me, taking my virginity very roughly.

Definitely not that!

Oh, who am I kidding here.

Continuing my tip toeing, he was laying face up on a futon, covered up to his chin in blankets. His headband was pulled off, sitting neatly folded on a mobile tray next to a glass of water. While the cuts from Zabuza had steadily healed up across his arms and legs, his gravity defying hair was almost flat compared to its usual fluff.

Before he had passed out, I allowed the henge I was wearing to diminish momentarily to show him.

Losing an Uzumaki member that I hadn't even known personally, made me want to cling to the nearest object or person that could even be connected to at least one of my parents.

I'll admit, I'm suspicious of him knowing my mother-even being close enough to call her his older sister. If he was that close, didn't that mean he knew who her more closer friends were, such as who married her?

Closing the door behind me, I tip-toed my way to his side and sat down with my legs crossed.

His scarred eye, normally hidden by his headband wasn't a fashion statement, not there to appear even more so mysterious with his mask or anything.

After we had retired to our rooms and laid in bed, Sasuke asked me on if I knew about his eye. Being confused at the time, I asked him what did he mean. Rolling his eyes and almost huffing, he explained quite plainly that Kakashi Hatake was not an Uchiha, yet had the doujutsu of one in his other eye. He was clearly upset about it, so I restated his words in a tone of disbelief.

"Kakashi Hatake is not an Uchiha, yet he has the doujutsu of one."

I was baffled at his quiet assumption. Yes, Sasuke is a cynical person, but to assume that the village of prideful bloodlines would allow him to pluck one from another persons skull? They'd pluck it right back out and step on it as he watched. Voicing my view on the situation for the last Uchiha, it made him softly hum for a moment.

He must've thought it through enough, as he shuffled around in his own futon bed and wished me goodnight soon after.

Even if our village allowed such plucking, I don't see why Kakashi Hatake, a man with a bloodline of his own would want another. Without even trying too much, all he'd have to do is karate chop someone and he'd slice right through their whole bone structure.

Watching his chest raise and lower repeatedly, I thought over about my dream again.

Mysterious man in my apartment turned out to be my sensei. Sounds very hot when he talks dirty, and I apparently compared him to a dog that had been obedient for so long that he was becoming undone.

Covering my face with my hands, I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks in my pure embarrassment.

While we had been a team for over 2 months now, I hadn't really looked over my teammates physically. I knew I was slightly attracted to females, but males caught my attention more often-though I can definitely confirm that I do not have some one-sided, heart shattering adoration for Sakura Haruno. Sasuke is okay, but his personalty is a buzzkill.

I don't know shit about Kakashi-sensei. He's humorous I suppose, along with powerful and I dunno. I don't know what he really looks like, but in our hug he felt lean.

Physical appearance isn't the world to me, but I would like to at least be attracted physically to someone to truly begin a relationship with them.

Lowering my hands into my lap, I stared at his closed eyes.

'I may just have a preference for males.'

When I was younger, I had a crush on a boy named Shikamaru Nara.

He is brilliantly intelligent just as he is extremely lazy. While he enjoyed my pranks, he sometimes got irritated with the negative outcomes if everyone was punished for them. We were both ranked lowest in the class, but he simply was for the lack of effort. Honestly? Knowing him, it was most likely because he long ago realized that Academy Rankings didn't mean jack shit, as we were all supposed to be balanced out in the end and didn't want to make an extra effort in it for something he knew was along coming: the Ino-Shika-Cho trio.

The Ino-Shika-Cho was the ultimate capture squad that even their own parents had participated in. Last I heard though, the squad Kiba, Shino, and Hinata had ended in is the ultimate tracking of our generation, but that hadn't came much as a surprise. Their clans are specialists in tracking of a specific species, is one way of putting it. The Hyuuga's, which Hinata is from has the ability to see through walls in a 360 degree up to a shit ton of feet that depended on the user. Kiba was apart of a clan that studied, worked beside, and took care of dogs and their dog-like cousins, wolves. Shino was from his own clan though that allowed specific species of bugs to be implanted into their users, following the will of the user in exchange for rent.

In our graduating class, Shikamaru and maybe Shino were the only ones I searched the approval of in any other way than just being noticed. Being very observant, he would notice the smallest detail out of place, ensuring his own safety away my pranks. His lazy smiles and knowing looks always made my skin crawl pleasantly and my heart beat dance erratically. Shino, though he never laughed at my pranks, was higher than the average in his own intelligence. While they called me monster and demon, they called him freak and weirdo. Multiple times I would turn to him, and we'd sit in silence and just relax. Sometimes we'd even go bug hunting during lunch and get ramen together afterward.

My rival was the oh so special prodigy Uchiha, Rookie of the Year. Top marks, females were tripping over their two left feet for him as he pushed them away, actively trying to be the best at everything handed to him.

Scrunching up my nose, I sighed in defeat. 'Do I seriously have a thing for smart and lazy guys?'

Hesitating, I reached out a hand to my injured teacher's masked cheek.

Resting it there, I was curious about what was under his mask, but I had too much respect for the man to expose him as he was laying, unaware due to exhaustion.

I was also feeling especially shy due to my dream.

Normally I was the one charging ahead and battling off whatever possible, if I saw the opportunity to do so at least.

But being possibly attracted to the man before me, who was one of the four people connected to family, it was definitely odd.

'If my mother hadn't died, he'd probably be viewing me as a little sister, or a niece...' Rubbing my thumb in a circle across his mask, I paused at a realization. 'What's stopping him from that?' Frowning, I pulled my arm away and immediately stood up.

Grimacing, I sighed again. Sending one last glance towards my sensei, I mechanically made myself walk to the door and slid it open. Without even turning around, I slid the door back closed, feeling a cough at the back of someone's throat. Raising my eyes, Sasuke stood with arms crossed and the suspicious expression had returned once again. Flipping him off, I tried to walk by him but he grabbed my wrist.

"Dobe, we need to talk." Rolling my eyes, I allowed him to drag me through and then out of Tazuna's house. Almost tripping down the steps, Sasuke walked and partially dragged me along a natural path into the woods that resided several meters near the house.

Arriving to a clearing that had a large boulder, he finally released my wrist and turned his body around. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the boulder and gazed at me almost expectantly.

"What do you want teme, because I want some breakfast." Stuffing my hands into my pockets, my hat prevented an extra chill from crawling down my spine as compared to Konoha, the land of Water had usual chilly mornings filled with a natural fog that tickled ankles.

Scoffing, he answered my question.

"Prince of Uzu no Kuni?"

Deciding that if I wanted to make something more than a political ally out of Sasuke Uchiha, I lifted up my hands, palms facing me and allowed my chakra to form. Watching them pale and lines appear along, I began to explain.

"Uzu no Kuni is home of the Uzumaki Clan, that was slaughtered by Kumo years ago before we were both born." Dropping my arms, I plopped myself down into the grass. "Each Uzumaki's chakra is unique, being able to complete form or turn into a whole other element, and in Uzu no Kuni, there was even a ninja village that Kumo were targeting the most." Shrugging, I smiled sadly. "We are still considered a threat because we are natural experts in sealing."

His brow twitched like he was tempted to furrow his brow, but I suppose that would've been too much emotion for him to reveal.

"My mother, Kushina Uzumaki was the only publicly proud Uzumaki that had any kind of connections, and to follow the traditions, the Dayimos wanted to name someone Queen in case there were hopes for any type of revival on the land." Tilting my head, I leaned back from my position on the ground, using my hands to keep myself steady. "Anything else?"

"What is with you and Kakashi-sensei?"

"The fuck kind of question is that!?" Face palming and rolling his own eyes, he stared down irritated at me.

"Is he your godfather or something? You two seem, awfully close all of the sudden."

Squinting my eyes, I understood what he was saying, but I was under the impression that Sakura and Tazuna had infected his head with possibilities of Sensei and I being in some kind of a relationship, so it was almost a relief that he just believed that we were close for family reasons.

"Uh, no. He just was close to my mom." Feeling an awkward air come in between us, I felt like he was almost questioning the undertone of my denying of anything going on.

Which, was true. I just had a wet about him, and that was all if you don't include the ways he turned me on recently, but that wasn't anything new.

'I mean come on Teme, you felt me up yourself! Do you have any idea how awkward it was for me to discover what female masturbation is like that very night?'

Being 12 normally meant a whole introduction into a new world that we had the rest of our life figuring out, but as a ninja-it could be a very short one. Reaching 35 was almost surprising for most shinobi and kunoichi, and 40 was the normal retirement age if they hadn't earlier due to an offspring or three. 12 to 14 were apparently the civilian ages to begin thinking about sex, and everything under 25 was considered exploring. Those who were becoming ninjas, had a different timeline.

Our first sex ed class was when we were 8, though we took official anatomy classes when we were about 7. Half of genin that make it past the graduation exam are rumored to lose their virginity around 13, and some took on Konoha's famously eccentric, vices by the time they're 17 that can include drinking casually, casual sex, smoking, reading pornography in public, green skintight suits, food obsessions and even making it a habit to be sent to the hospital for choking on senbons.

When we were 10, a student in our class had gotten his hands on a porn magazine, and boys and even quite a few girls in all grades would line up just to look at it, but then again by 15 years old, we are also expected to have at least killed one person. 16 for females and specific males to go on seductive missions, too.

It explains the expected vices and the "too early" exposure.

Just like a visiting Jounin had once said though, with her wild purple hair, trench coat and fishnet shirt.

"Old enough to kill, old enough to drink and fuck."

The Academy has prepared us for a future we had almost dreamed of, but the reality is that they don't warn us of the psychological damage that can be done, or what it would be like when we realize that we had taken someone else's life.

While I had almost folded a psychology book into origami, I had paused and read a few pages.

"Anything else, teme?" Watching him shrug, I sighed.

I just wasn't feeling it today.

Lifting myself off the ground, I turned to head back to the house and maybe grab some left over breakfast, but I couldn't help but to pause and turn back, and stare at Sasuke.

Still standing there, arms crossed as he leaned against the boulder, he stared back.

'Is he even all that attractive?' His raven hair was shaped into a duck butt, and he wore a flamboyantly wide necked, navy blue shirt. His khaki shorts were white, that matched his armbands. He wore the standard sandals, and even had some kind of leg bands that had a matching navy blue trim on them. He dressed like a dork, but his almond shaped onyx eyes were interesting. His nose was refined, and he had a very heart-like shaped face. I could see his own mother's face, with the stern features his father had adorned when I watched him drop Sasuke off at the academy when we were younger.

Sticking my hands into my pockets, I felt my lips almost itch. His lips were a mixture of something that I couldn't name, though there was a perfect arch.

Shrugging myself again, I turned around and walked back to the house. 'I don't see why girls are obsessed with him, but he's pretty okay.'

That day was spent in silence. I took over guarding Tazuna as he returned to building the bridge, trading shifts with Sakura as noon rolled around. Returning to the house, I went to my shared room with Sasuke and relaxed. Only leaving my room for meals, I promised myself that the next day will be spent differently-doing something that would be make a difference.

I ended up waking up earlier than Sasuke, and assisted Tsunami with cooking breakfast. Sitting down for the meal, everyone once again except Kakashi-sensei had arrived, and when everyone had dispersed for the day, Tazuna being guarded by Sakura for the morning, and then Sasuke after noon, I was off to do my own thing today for sure.

Starting my day with visiting Kakashi-sensei, I promised him silently that I'd figure out my feelings, so I didn't ruin whatever image as a niece, student, or little sister he had for me. Finding one of his still gloved hand under the blanket, I gently pulled it out and hesitantly kissed the center of his palm.

I had left blushing and breathing heavily. With a breath of fresh air though, I determinedly made my way out to the village.

There was a fine line of course, between being told of cruel expectations and seeing them for yourselves.

Rubbing at my temples, I wondered where I could begin.

The mission was protecting Tazuna the Bridge Builder from Gatou's men until he finished his bridge, which later would end the poverty and poor conditions that involved prostitution of all ages, undertone of slavery, starvation and homeless in the village.

They never said anything about assisting villagers in fighting back against that poverty and said poor conditions before the bridge was finished.

Purposely buying extra supplies from three different businesses that were ran by thinned and equally filthy as the homeless sleeping in the alleys, I hid in the shadows. Having bought extra brushes, paper, and paint my fingers were twitching for the folding, but my grin twitched for the smell of revenge.

One sheet of paper was for observing behaviors of both normal villagers and the guard-like mercenaries as another was for mapping out the area and marking the specific places that are being bullied and manipulated into anything and everything. At certain times, the guard-like men would make another sweep of the area, menacingly searching for any type of defiance. The villagers almost understood their natural habitual, and would hide in the same shadows as me to stay away from their possible rapist or even possible executioners.

After all, like special parasites-they'll cling and suck the life out of you, until you're either a living shell or rotting corpse.

Being starved, manipulated and bullied into situations that nobody could escape alive or at least leave free of traumatic scars, Zabuza's words echoed through the back of my mind.

"When you make it into a bingo book, you're finally worth something more than just a tool for your village. It's when you die by your precious teammates, they'll take you to the nearest man and receive your bounty! Until then though, you're useless to everyone else."

This village was free of ninjas, but the fundamentals of his statement still applied even here. Gatou, known for his sex slaves and illegal trade of all types of objects-was sucking this place dry. The women were breaking down into being sex slaves, rather living a life of that than starvation, humiliation, and watching children of their own or friends be swooped up faster than they can run after them with no energy.

Like I had told to Zabuza though, I refuse to allow this be a norm of a village and I damn well meant it.

Watching the sun slowly begin to set itself, I knew it was reaching dinner time. Summoning 10, chakra packed clones, their orders were to stay hidden and observe for the rest of the night. I was only one person, and I knew that after dinner would be the best time to talk to my teammates and Tazuna.

Chicken katsu served with a helping of white rice, there was side dish of Gyoza. The bridge builder himself was boasting about the bridge's progress, despite the fact I watched 2 men quit right in the middle of it yesterday. Nodding along, I could see Sakura's uncertainty at his words and noticed Sasuke's constant tense posture. 'He's trying to comfort his daughter and grandson.'

It was working for his daughter, though his son was reasonably skeptical of it. Inari, as it turns out his name was, ended up being the first to leave the table. Eating slowly for once, I noticed Sasuke's and Sakura's odd looks at the pace when I normally am scarfing it all down. Helping myself to helping after helping, Tsunami ended up waving off Sakura's offer to assist in cleaning up.

Leaving the room, I dropped my chopsticks loudly onto my plate, catching everyone's attention. Awkwardly adjusting my arms under the table, I angrily frowned.

"I visited the village today." Seeing Tazuna nod already in agreement, we all watched him take a long swig of the sake left out. Pulling out the papers I had bought and written on earlier that day of my pocket though, I set them out in the middle of the table. Leaning forward, I began pointing along to my explanation. "Roughly every hour, most likely due to restlessness and orders, Gatou's thugs follow this path due to the collection of stores that haven't completely submitted to their demands and still sell to people for actual reasonable prices. I've marked the businesses that have more luxuries compared the others, and I have set clones out to observe any iffy deals in between any of the owners." Pointing my finger to the other piece of paper, it was the list of observations on the villagers and thugs I had seen today.

"Typical reaction we had learned in Academy. Lack of resources and dignity have weakened the villagers hope and fight, and therefore are dependent or have given up on the idea that Tazuna will complete the bridge." Sighing, I returned to rubbing my temples as the bridge builder looked on in amazement. "Several of the thugs are, average assholes at best. There are a few to look out for though. Ones with tattoos that go up their necks in dramatic spikes are lethal. Have practice in bows and arrows, and pretty accurate aims. The ones that wear black and red bandannas somewhere on their bodies are pretty sadistic. I watched several of them randomly threaten and attack a few villagers."

I winced at Sakura's gasp. The client was staring into his sake bottle, shame almost radiating from his body, as Sasuke gripped the edge of the table.

"Tazuna, I want to know now. Do you want to be involved with what we'll be doing, or would you be happier with not knowing?" Not even bothering to look at his face, I felt as though I was staring holes into my information sheets. With a shuttering sigh that was filled with the scent of sake, he stuttered.

"I would be h-happier with not knowing..." Trailing off, I reached for the papers and stood from my seat. Immediately following, Sasuke nearly launched himself from his seat as Sakura made her way around the table and patted our clients back in comfort, before following us outside. Instead of following the natural path into the forest, we made our way along the beach that Tazuna's house resided against. The sun was beginning to truly set behind the water itself, and a cold breeze tickled our fingers as the waves rocked against the sand.

Reaching a distance set away from the house that we could still at least see, I pulled a spare piece of paper out of my pocket. With a small poof though, the ink and brush followed. I knew Sakura was speechless at the information that I had presented, and Sasuke appeared to be very disappointed at the villagers, so I took over as leader once more.

"We need to do something. We don't know what's going to happen next, on if Gatou will send another stronger ninja after us, set off a bomb on the bridge and kill everyone working on it, or what."

Almost as if a genjutsu was casted and released on him, Sasuke awoke from his disappointment. "Let me see that those sheets with the information." Nodding, I passed them over. Holding them apart but next to each other, Sakura slightly leaned over with her hand covering her mouth. "We could always get rid of the thugs that remain in the village, send a message?"

Regaining her voice, Sakura shook her head slowly. "No, I don't think that'd work. It'd only upset him, since he thinks he has everything in the palm of his hand already."

"What if we searched for his hide out?" Snapping my fingers, I pointed and grinned at Sasuke.

"That'd work! I can create a whole army in either bugs or myself, and we can find the place in no time!"

Nodding his head in approval, Sakura smiled softly and pointed out a small flaw.

"What will we do when we find it though?"

Watching Sasuke sit down in the sand, Sakura and I followed him and sat in a lazy triangle. Folding his hands before his face with his elbows resting on his knees, Sakura tucked her legs underneath herself from the beside as I sat with my legs crossed.

"Explosion tags, or my killpops."

"What?" Asking in unison, my grin never wavered and only grew.

"When we find the place, we can plant a ton of explosion tags and let them detonate-taking them by surprise, or we can plant several disguised killpops as normal ninjas that are caught infiltrated, to draw them closer?"

Straightening his back, Sasuke allowed his hands to rest in his lap. "That's perfect. When you plant the killpops, we can delay their explosion to draw more of Gatou's army closer and set it off all at once, eliminating hopefully a majority of them with Gatou."

Clapping her hands together, Sakura wildly nodded happily. "The only flaw I see about that plan is the remaining thugs that attempt to run, go on kill sprees, and what will happen to the villagers."

"What do you mean?" Furrowing my brow, my head tilted as she lightly coughed into the palm of her hand.

"The map and observatory notes show that some of the villagers are depending on deals with Gatou's army to stay stocked or at least fed, so all the food that the men have must be at Gatou's hideout, or near it. Also in your notes, it shows that several of the villagers are starving or are sick, and are too weak to even run. That raises the chance of the remaining thugs kill people in anger, and less people getting back into boats and fishing or returning to the main land to make deals with other villages for resources."

Losing my grin, Sasuke's triumph gleam had disappeared as well. Leaning back onto the palms of my hands again, I stared into the sky as a tense silence over took the group.

We were so close to winning, but still so far away.

"Isn't there some way that we can bring food in, for storage until we enact our plan or get the villagers healthy enough in time to get back on those boats?"

Looking in between each other slowly, we attempted to rack through our minds with ideas.

"Could do our own fishing, or the villagers could turn cannibal."

Sakura gasped as I snorted.

"Did the Sasuke Uchiha just make a joke?"

"Sasuke-kun, that's an awful suggestion!"

Waving his hand as though to brush off our comments, he took a look at where the sun had set before rising to his feet. "We should probably head back anyways. Kakashi-sensei should be waking up sometime tomorrow or after tomorrow, and he'll be wanting us to train."

Sighing, Sakura raised herself out the sand, dusting herself off.

"Dobe, do you think you can keep observing the village? We'll wait a few days before you send our your clone army, to make sure we don't arise too much suspicion and make Gatou unaware we're planning something. Send a clone to be on guard duty every other morning starting tomorrow, in case the bridge is being watched as well."

Lazily saluting him, I took my time standing up. "Of course, teme."

Rolling his eyes, Sasuke nodded in acknowledgment as Sakura shook her head with another small smile. The walk back to the house wasn't awkward nor urgent, but relaxed and an air of pride swirled around us.

Arriving, we softly wished Sakura a goodnight, but Sasuke and my's walk to our room was full of rough bumpings and shoves into the wall. Almost slamming our door open and shut, my grin was practically glowing as Sasuke's smirk matched that of a mischievous cat.

Our game didn't finish with the door closing, as with mock punches and slaps, we continued to push each other quite literally around, and with him tripping over a blanket that laid beside my futon bed, he kicked at my legs to assist me in following him. Giggling, I heard him let out a huff of embarrassment before he launched himself at me, another mock smack prepared to reach the side of my arm. Catching it, I sent a poke to his stomach as he stood on his knees above me. Watching him squirm, he used his other hand to surprise me. Pouting I sent a kick up against one of his legs, making him once again slip, though this time landing on lower body.

Messily raising himself from my legs, I worked faster than him and flipped him over and straddled him, repeatedly poking his stomach and adding in mock punches, and with a huff that almost sounded like a dry laugh, he grabbed my wrists and held them above his head, with his legs wildly swinging, and randomly trying to angle themselves to kick me off.

I froze though, realizing the position we were in.

Legs pulled apart, his barely stuck out from where I was sitting on his lap. My arms over stretched the both of us, him holding my wrists and keeping them in place.

Having a rough tickle fight with your rival is not normal.

Noticing my frozen expression, with my grin slowly dropping his own smirk happily seemed to follow it. Watching his adam's apple, I watched him swallow slowly. Feeling him lower his arms to rest more properly beside his head, I felt him release my wrists.

Staring into his onyx eyes, he tried to stare back once again through my goggles. It was when he attempting to lift his body up and most likely push me off, I grabbed his wrists and pinned him back down.

"Sasuke." Softly saying his name, I tried to make it a mantra that having hormones was normal. The fact that I was rooming and partnered up with this boy, who didn't know he was sleeping not even 4 feet away from a girl that has seen him borderline naked, just from changing in the same room.

He had groped me without even knowing it before, and I had spent several private moments with it replaying in my mind, only turning out differently.

I wanted people to know I was a female, I just never understood how to reveal it.

How would I explain to the boy underneath me though, that his rival is a girl, who he just got into a rough tickle fight with, the one girl that had watched him undress without saying a thing about three times in the last two days.

"Dobe. Get off." His staring had turned into glaring, and I couldn't help but glare back.

How would I explain to my own rival, that he has deprived me of masturbating after a hot dream and the guilt that would've followed, that I almost didn't want to control myself in any form.

I feel like a slut, but I'm a ninja. Ninja die all the time, and we were just planning to murder possibly hundreds of people earlier anyways.

If I wanted to check my morals, I would've bothered the more intense civilians.

So with shuttering breaths, I erased my glare and smiled at my rival.

"Princess."

"...What?"

Watching him knit his brows together, my smile grew wider.

"Princess, of Uzu no Kuni." Before he could even respond once again, I lifted my right hand away from his wrists and ripped off my goggles and hat in one motion, before pinning his arm back down.

Second by second, I watched the confusion in his eyes grow, only to widen into pure shock. Wildly jumping from both features that I hidden, I could feel my spiky carrot hair sway in the breeze that was drifting through the window. Blinking my long eyelashes, his head lifted slightly and I purposely widened my eyes to allow him to peer in.

Last I had checked, they were a dark lilac with an azure ring and in his own eyes, I could see blustering curiosity.

"Are you, really a girl?" Once again pausing in his sentence, I knew he was trying to choose his words carefully in case this was some kind of prank.

Finally releasing his wrists, I only moved my hands slightly more above his body to keep holding up my own weight. Slowly nodding, I moved my lower half against his lap. Flinching, his arms jerked to my hips. Pausing in my movement, I searched into his eyes. Seeing a faint reflection of myself, I could see the hesitance in them.

Biting my lip, I lowered my eyes away from him and slowly lifted my upper body into an upright position, though he ended up lifting his own upper half into a similar position, keeping his arms around my hips. Looking only slightly up into my eyes, I was at most an inch higher than him while sitting on his lap. Resting my hands on his shoulders, he slowly leaned his head forward. Watching him silently, his eyes closed as his lips touched my neck. Sighing pleasantly I closed my own eyes as his lips slowly trailed their way up my neck and over my jawline. Reaching my cheek, I turned my head back and met his lips.

Feeling his hold tighten on my hips, I could feel his arms attempt to rock my lower body.

Smiling in our chaste kiss, I could feel myself be set aflame. Properly rocking my lower half for him, I felt his lips slightly open as a shuttering breath was released. I could feel his own cock rising in his shorts, and taking the chance, I let out a small lick against his bottom lip. Feeling him pull his head back, I opened my eyes in slight confusion.

While he didn't stop the rocking motion, the hesitance was back. Smiling slightly awkwardly, I kissed his cheek and let out a rough grind. "Ahh..."

"Nn.."

"How, do you expect to have any children if you never open up to," pausing to leave another kiss on his cheek, I heard a slight groan in the back of his throat and a twitch in his pants at the word children. "Any girls, anyways?"

Being slightly lifted, he gave a kiss on my own cheek as a slight warning before slowly and carefully rolling me onto my back, with him on top. With a nervous smirk, he was turning our little grind into an absolute dry humping that had me clawing at his shirt at the friction. With a little bite on my neck, he paused as I watched one of his hands shakily make its way to the button of his shorts.

Audibly swallowing, I watched him try to quite literally swallow down his nervousness, and be the cocky asshole I know he is. "Maybe I've been waiting for right now."

Watching the shorts button come undone and him unzipping them to reveal black boxers, it took me a moment.

"What?"

Blinking wildly, his fingers stuttered in pulling his shorts down properly.

"Sasuke, did you just try and say you're going to get me pregnant?"

Lifting his head back up to meet my eyes, I saw the unfocused and lost look in his eyes.

Covering my mouth, I felt a grin grow wildly.

Sasuke Uchiha, the famous last Uchiha, my now ice cold rival that ignores girls and women of almost all ages, lusting after power with an overconfidence problem, was on his knees in front of a person that the world has mistaken for a boy, not knowing a damn thing about sex or simple pleasure apparently.

"Dobe..." Growling slightly, he glowered at me with irritation, embarrassment and rejection shining in his eyes. Leaning back and immediately rising to his feet, I barely twisted my arms around his legs before he got too far or even tried to leave the room.

Stifling my laughter, I used his body as a rope to pull myself off the ground and set my hands on his arms to keep him from running away.

"Teme, I'm not laughing at you, it's just weird to hear at 12!"

Ripping his arms out from my grip, I could only watch as he laid down in his own futon, back turned towards me.

"Is there anything I can do..?"

Dropping my grin, I frowned at the silence.

I didn't mean to laugh at him, but the fact that it sounded like he was going to attempt to impregnate a fellow 12 year old made it a little amusing. So loudly huffing-I decided to get his attention. I made my bed futon, and slowly slid it across the room to be next to Sasuke's. Turning off the light and locking the door, I grabbed the spare clothes I've been leaving out off the dresser. Turning my back against him, I quickly undressed and redressed in a record of time.

Deciding not to place my hat or goggles on since he knew anyways, I returned to my bed roll and laid down, staring at the ceiling.

"Go away."

Snorting, I didn't know what to do besides be myself. "To where? My bed is here."

Hearing him audibly sigh in frustration, I listened to his breathing steadily even out as guilt ate at my stomach, but pleasure at being touched danced around in my mind.

"I feel like a slut, but I'm a ninja. Ninja die all the time, and we were just planning to murder possibly hundreds of people earlier anyways. If I wanted to check my morals, I would've bothered the more intense civilians."

No but seriously, please realize that this is a world full of murder and constantly fighting for their or others lives. Naruto and Sasuke are clearly damaged teens, and that for example, Sasuke would otherwise be diagnosed with PTSD in real life and be admitted to a hospital for attempted homicide or intense self-harm.

TOTALLY not going to make that fic idea. ;)

Anyways, don't worry. I have this whole arc planned, and if you're one that prefers the main character chasing after one person repeatedly throughout their whole life and ignoring ALL other options around them, you're either going to have to suck it up for your favorite parts or get over it.

This is most definitely going to be the most intense sexual-based chapter for a while, but I won't leave out the "normal" things adults/teens will notice.