Wow another chapter in the space of 24 hours!!
I'm on a roll!!!
Well, enjoy!!
And now for today's chapter....
"My God did you see his pauking face!?! Hilarious!"
"Did do well? I'm not use to participating in jokes."
"You were great! You can be my new smart ass side kick!"
The two girls giggled together, and round the corner in the waiting room, amongst many other Shinobi, were 3 very anxious people.
Yoko Akane. She was drumming her perfect red nails against her flawless skin, and chewing the inside of her cheek.
Kakashi Hatake. He was actively standing back with a passive face, oblivious to the rest of the room. But the rest of the room didn't know that he was frantically pacing, in his mind, and breaking things he was that anxious.
Gaara Hyouten AKA Gaara no Sabaku. He was stood besides his siblings, whom were talking amongst themselves as Gaara brooded and stared at the door.
And all three Shinobi stiffened with the sound of the girls' laughter coming down the hall.
What they saw however, made them do a double take.
"Mamushi you're covered in blood!!!! What happened to you?!?!?!"
"What the HELL are you wearing?!?!"
"...so much blood..."
Yoko pulled a small hanky out of her back pocket and started wiping frantically at Mamushi's screwed up face. This wasn't exactly pleasant, after all.
"Yoko-sensei, onegai, matte-"
"My god did you jump in a bucket of it or something?!? It's everywhere!! Where the fuck is your injury!?!?" Yoko screeched, horrified by her student's appearance and looking for the source of the blood. Mamushi simply giggled and pushed her sensei's hands offer her.
"It's not my blood, sensei."
There was a few moments of awkward silence, before Mamushi blinked at everyone. "...what...?"
"Let's, erm, get you cleaned up." Yoko used the hanky to touch Mamushi's shoulder and push her towards another door.
"See you later Mamushi! Oof." Kakashi had ragged his body warmer over her exposed torso and not been gentle about it. "Papa!"
"Look, I don't care how old you get, I still see a little 6 year old girl that cries when she scrapes her knee, I'm not going to stand here while you're ogled at." He looked over to Kankuro, who simply smirked and looked away.
Kakashi then looked back to Koneko, still holding her shoulders, and they both curved an eye at each other with a mirrored smile. "Well done, pretty kitty."
"I kicked some Shinobi ass, papa."
"Good. Did..." He indicated with his head to the door to the rest rooms. "...Mamushi kick some bleeding Shinobi ass? Because there was a lot of blood on her..." He had seen a lot of things in his life as a Konoha Shinobi, ANBU and in the Ninja wars. That amount of blood was a vital amount. The other guy couldn't have survived.
"I'm not sure. I wasn't awake at the time." Koneko chuckled, looking over to the sand Shinobi who seemed to be stood rather close to where they were. Gaara was intently looking at the restroom door, where Mamushi had gone... "That pauk-de however..." Koneko still had a bone to pick with him, and with Mamushi out of the way, this might be her chance. "Papa, I'll be right back."
"No." Kakashi yanked on the back of the body warmer, and brought her back to stand against the wall with him. "No fraternising."
"Ne?!? I wasn't-"
"Of any sort." Kakashi looked down at her coyly. "That includes your fist and his face."
"God damn it." She huffed and slouched angrily against the wall next to him. "How did you know my plans?"
"I saw that look."
"So?"
"I know that look." Kakashi chuckled, and patted her head. "By the way...coming back to your attire...did Yoko-"
"Yup."
"I see." Kakashi looked over to the restroom door. He then pulled away from the wall. "I'll be right back."
"No." Koneko pulled at his jacket, making him turn and look at her. "No killing sensei. I liked this outfit, before it was mauled." Koneko then looked to her father, then to the side.
Naruto...Kyuubi...there is a lot I need to sort out here. I need to know what he is doing to me for a start...
"Let me."
"Hm?" Koneko looked up, still having a fist full of Kakashi's jacket.
"Let me kill her. Before she brings out that bag she wouldn't let me look in, which no doubt has another costume in-"
Koneko was off like a shot into the rest room, where the sound of a hair dryer could be heard, and at least two girls squealing in terror...
~oo0oo~
"No."
"Koneko!" Yoko whined, banging against the toilet cubicle. "Come out already."
"Then give me back my clothes!!"
"Do we have to do this every time!!"
"YES!" Koneko hit the door from the inside of the cubicle to let her feelings be known. She was pissed.
"But your other clothes are all broken up and in tatters! It wasn't decent...and Kakashi blames me..."
"YOU THINK!!"
"Look, I'm a highly trained Jounin that not only fought in multiple ninja wars, but also rained as a top squadron leader in ANBU. To you really think that tiny metal lock on other side of this door is going to keep me out?" Yoko tapped her foot. "I've changed my clothes too." She mumbled to herself, looking down at herself.
Skin tight red leggings, attached to a low hip hugging sparkly red belt, with a tiger head roaring as the buckle. The red cotton came up from the belt in two pieces, one rectangle strip and the front and one at the back. The front piece just covered up her belly button and turned into a triangle to cover her breasts as a boob tube, which joined the back piece. And as ever, her long red hair shimmered down her back with bangs framing her red lips and emerald eyes.
"ANBU?" The door creaked open, and one suspicious sapphire orb eyed her up. "You were really in ANBU? Isn't it like, illegal to tell me that or something?"
"Probably. But your my student and team mate. You're family, so shush." She smiled at her, as Koneko finally retreated from the cubicle. "See? That isn't so bad now is it?" Koneko looked at herself, and raised a brow at Yoko, questioning her sense of humour.
Her outfit was very similar to Yoko's, except the red leggings stopped mid thigh, with red ribbons tied at the sides to hold them in place. She also had a red tight stretchy skirt, slightly shorter than her leggings, and the same sparkly red tiger buckle belt. However, with her top, one strip went over her navel, triangulated over her bosoms as a boob tube and she had one off the shoulder sleeve attached to the top. No back.
Her sensei had thought of her though, providing her with a red mask to wear and a red Haite-ate to attach her leaf plac to. And she still wore her hair in two large explosive auburn pig tails. "You look hot!"
"My dad is going to disagree."
"Ah hell to him." Yoko giggled. Secretly, she planning her will though.. "Mamushi, we ready to go?"
"Hai!" Mamushi skipped over to them, eerily happy about something and giggled. Again, her outfit was very similar to theirs. She had the same leggings as Koneko tied to her mid thigh, but what looked like red material hot pants instead of the skirt. She also had the same belt, and two strips of red material...however...each trip came from her front behind her tiger belt, up either side of her navel, crossed over each breast and tied behind her neck. Her eyelids sparkled with deep red eye shadow and thick red lips. Her hair was taken up in a high ponytail and her hair fell down her back like a waterfall. Her fringe was curved perfectly over her forehead, and she giggled happily. "This is much more comfortable than the last outfit!!"
Yoko clapped her hands and hugged her until her feet left the floor, telling her how proud of her she was.
Koneko died on the floor, her eyes swirling comically.
Mamushi was even more scantily dressed than she was. And all she could say, was this was more comfortable?!?!
"Are you out of your PAUKING MIND!!" Koneko ran over to the hugging women, pulled Mamushi out of the Yoko booby death grasp, and shook her. "Look at you!! Yoko's done it to us again!! I mean, look at you!! You're boobs are tightly packed in there and they're trying to break free!?!?!" Koneko panted at her, and Mamushi just giggled.
"I can fight much more easily in this outfit, which is all that matters. I have to protect you after all." Mamushi looked over to the mirror and smiled. "I...I have decided I like looking...pretty." Mamushi looked over to Koneko, who looked like she had been hit with a wet fish. "I wouldn't choose this for myself though!" She said reassuringly. Not that that did much..."
"You both look gorgeous!! Oh, and I've burned your other clothes. So don't even think about changing back."
"Hai hai hai." Koneko looked at Mamushi, who was just smiling contently at her. "Are you happy about something?"
You're alive.
"No, nothing."
"Right...coz you're really freaking me out here..."
"No, everything is pauking good." Mamushi took Koneko's hands and led her towards the door. "Did I say that right?"
"Yeah, good enough. Yoko-sensei!" the door opened, Yoko following them. "Prepare to DIE!"
~oo0oo~
Kakashi took one look at his baby girl, dropped his aloof persona and marched right over to them.
"Yoko. A word. Now." Kakashi then ragged his jacket off, leaving him in a black tank top, and threw it over both kunoichi's heads.
"Demo-"
"Now." He grabbed his luscious Minx's elbow and dragged her off to one side.
Koneko and Mamushi held the jacket above their heads like a tent, and watched the mime show that was Kakashi hissing threats at Yoko, who was giggling behind her hand and flicking her hair. This was obviously her dismissing his empty threats, which seemed to be pissing him off more.
It was then that Koneko leaned into Mamushi's ear.
"I can't lip read, but I think she just said something to do with no nooky for you."
Mamushi narrowed her brows and looked closer at the bickering pair. Kakashi seemed pained by something, but he was still pointing aggressively at their smirking sensei.
"You think so? Wouldn't that be punishment for Yoko sensei too?" Mamushi blinked back to her friend, who just rolled her sapphire eye at her.
"Yes, but that's not what Kakashi's thinking about right now. And Yoko seems to have my papa round her lacy finger." The girls giggled together, only to look up and see Yoko stood before them, arms folded and an eye brow raised at them both.
"Problem?"
"Iie."
"Here." Mamushi handed the jacket back to Yoko, who looked at the it like it was staring at her.
"And what am I supposed to do with this?"
"Give it back to Kakashi-san when you two next-"
"MEET!" Koneko squeaked, her hand over Mamushi's mouth. "When you guys next meet. As, erm, all the sensei stand in the same place, during the exams, right?" Koneko looked sternly at Mamushi, who blushed.
"...right..." Yoko looked carefully at her girls, and pursed her lips.
There is no way they know. They can't know. I've been so careful...
"Sensei? What do we do now?"
"Why you little maggots!" Team Akane looked round to see the source of the noise. Koneko groaned, leaning into Mamushi again.
"Oh great, her again. I swear to Kami-sama, if she makes another reference to me being the 'Hatake-brat', I'm going to shove my fist right up her-"
"Anko-san." Mamushi cut in, as the very Shinobi stood before them with that trade mark grin on her face.
"Why if it isn't mini-Hatake and her sidekick? Well, I'm impressed. I didn't think even you could get through here in less than 24 hours!"
"They were taught well." Yoko stepped in front of the girls, and squared off with Anko, who immediately scowled at her.
"Oh, so they're yours?"
"Damn straight. Problem?" Yoko fisted her hands on her hips, and Anko immediately mocked her stance.
"Yeah, with you as their sensei, I would have thought they would have timed out of the exams. You know, too busy prancing around and flashing parts of themselves to the male opposition." Anko then did a high pitch giggle and flicked her hair. Yoko's eyes widened, and her nostrils flared.
Koneko looked between the women, and saw her father had decided to step back to a safe distance. Realization finally hit her, as the two women glared each other down.
Oh my god, are they rivals? Does Yoko sensei have an actual rival?
When actual snarling could be heard, everyone noticed that Mai, her trusty Tiger summon, was stalking over to them with hunched shoulder blades.
Her fangs were on show, and madness danced in her eyes.
And that was just Yoko.
"Sorry loco Yoko, but unlike the other Shinobi round here, if you threaten to throw your pussy at me, I don't get all excited and think you're actually a Shinobi."
"Loco Yoko?" Mamushi looked to Koneko with confusion, and Anko smirked immediately as the flash of hurt went across their sensei's face.
"Oh, dear. Did you not tell the kiddies about your escapades as a kid?" Anko barked a laugh, loving this situation. "Or do they think you're just all perky and perfect? They have seen your place, right? All those empty halls? All those Knicks in the walls? The blood stains in the wood?"
"You want to talk about my past, bitch?" Yoko stormed forward, until her chest pushed against Anko's smaller breasts, making her step back for support. "Why don't we talk about you? Hay, Mamushi-chan. Do you recognise Anko?"
"Don't you dare." Anko spat at her, hands clenching into fists by her sides.
"Recognise her?" Mamushi stepped forward, looking more carefully at the exam official. Now that I think about it... She cocked to her head to one side, narrowing her eyes. I did see something in her eyes when she looked at me before...Did she recognise me?
"Don't." Anko tried to step back, not liking the eerie look in Mamushi's big amber eyes, as she slowly walked towards her.
"I think you should Mamushi. I'm sure your paths have crossed before." Yoko gripped at Anko's jacket. "Now back off. These are my girls, you try to make any moves against either of them, and I'll tear you to pieces."
"You shouldn't have been allowed a team of kids!" Anko spat, pushing Yoko off her. "Least alone those kids! You belong in an institution!" Anko pulled one of her kunai from her pouch, and held it before her, pointing with it right at Yoko. "I don't know what the Sandaime was thinking!?!"
"That's none of your business." Yoko snapped her head down to her side, caught off guard by Koneko's sudden presence by her side. "For one, the Hokage can do as he pleases. He is above any of our questioning. And two, back the fuck off my sensei!"
"Koneko!" Yoko quipped. "You do not speak to a Jounin like that. Not until you are one."
"Gomen sensei." Koneko then spoke with an eerie whisper, twirling her long auburn pigtails around her fingers, drawing attention to her black chakra claws. "I was just feeling, a little loko."
"Me too." Mamushi hissed, purple scales rippling around her eyes, making her big amber snake eyes stand out even more. "But, everyone thinks I'm crazy anyway. I'm still high from all-that-blood I walked in wearing."
Anko looked at the three, and put her kunai away.
They were all looking at her with focused eyes, and they all looked suddenly wild and mad.
"Maybe we silly little girls who only know how to dance and flash our parts at people, should just dance and keep to ourselves until the actual exams start?" Koneko mocked, sliding her arm up Yoko's arm, who smirked and lifted her arms. Her two students immediately went under her 'wings' and held onto her, pouting like experts.
"Yes, lets. After all, that's all I've taught you...?"
Anko gulped, and stepped back subconsciously.
It was then that team Akane burst out laughing and pointing at the look on Anko's face.
Anko went bright red in the face when she realised she'd been had, big time.
"That's not funny. I really thought you were crazy!"
"C c come on girls." Yoko struggled to stop laughing as she guided her girls over to Kakashi. Anko wasn't impressed, when said silver hair Shinobi was hiding his face behind his Itcha Itcha book to hide his laughing, even though his shoulders were still shaking with his mirth.
Anko screamed with frustration, and stormed off to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
"God damn it." She yelled, smashing a mirror with her fist. She then yelped, looking down at a slight cut in her pinky finger. "Ah man." She popped it in her mouth, and looked around, waiting for the cut to seal.
It was then, that her eyes caught something. Something red.
She almost screamed, when watery blood could be seen at the base of one of the shower cubicles. She sprang forward and banged the door open, thinking she was going to see an injured Shinobi in there.
Only to see a black leather and lace two piece dress....
....tied under the shower head, with the shower on full blast on it.
It was soaked in blood, fresh blood.
"So much blood...oh fuck! That's, that's really." Anko reached out and held the leather top for closer inspection. She then saw a flashback of the beginning of the 2nd exam. "Wasn't..." Anko closed her eyes, thinking hard. "...wasn't Mamushi wearing this?"
She was sure, this was the outfit Mamushi was wearing when she entered the forest of death.
"But, everyone thinks I'm crazy anyway. I'm still high from all-that-blood I walked in wearing."
"She...she wasn't joking. The others were, but she wasn't..."