The Man under the Sakura Blossoms

Be more excited, Kenji!" Tsunade groaned, taking a sip from her chilled drink as they walked out of the convenience store. She saw him glance over his shoulder before he reached out for her spare hand, tugging her forward next to him. "I'm serious. We're getting an awesome opportunity to go to the Poise Headquarters here. Tell me you'll come – you're the only one I know in my class."

"How about Anko?" He asked, pushing his hand back into his pocket, walking in line with her.

She took another drink. "She's not going. I hear that since she's been late with her hand-ins, she is liable to some sort of penalty. I think this is the penalty our lecturer told her about."

Kenji forfeited and slumped his shoulders forward, running his hair back in his sluggish motion. "Fine, fine. But you owe me, got it?" He looked down at his companion, taking into consideration that she was giving him an expression he hasn't seen before – sparkling eyes. So this was her way of showing gratitude.

Tsunade began to skip happily beside him. "So, what is it that you want in return?" she asked lightly, looking at him analytically to watch him stiffen up in response. He locked his gaze with her again, smiling crookedly, leaving her befuddled. "What is it?"

"Come to my apartment tonight. That should even us out."

Her eyebrows furrowed together. "Why?" Upon inquiry and his cheeks blushing, she drew a mischievous expression on her face. "Are you scared to be in your apartment – by yourself?" She giggled when his cheeks became more pigmented.

Finally, he protested as a strong as possible: "I am not!" His lips produced a pout and he shyly looked away. "…Am not,"

Tsunade looked at him with sympathy, her arm wrapped around his and she pulled him close to her. "Let's head there now. I have nothing better to do other than re-read the novels all over again. Talk about a boring life, eh?"

Kenji smiled appreciatively, "You're a great friend."

"And don't you forget that."

"I won't."

The sudden crispness in his voice alerted Tsunade. It had dipped into a more serious tone of notion, as if he wanted to say something else but left it to be implied by his tone instead. She didn't know what had compelled him to dial down his voice, and have his eyes ease into an expression she hasn't seen before, but she knew she felt a knot in her stomach when she saw that adoring face of his. She looked away and held his wrist, walking by his side.

Even though she's known Kenji for a long time, he's always been unpredictable in her eyes. Be it with women or his mood – he always found a way to surprise her.


Later that night, Tsunade lifted her head up from Kenji's bed and found him asleep next to her, with his back turned. She yawned and picked up the script he was acting out for her before she fell asleep from boredom. It surprised her that he also fell asleep – after he was so adamant that it was a work of art.

She shifted on the bed and pushed herself up. As she exited his bedroom, she fixed her dress down by running her hands against it to iron it down. Quickly, she meandered to the kitchen and poured herself a fresh glass of water. Just as she was about to relish the coolness of the water and the quietness of the apartment, a set of keys were deliberately dropped onto the kitchen tabletop.

Upon instinct, she flinched and gasped when she saw Kenji's brother on the opposite side of the kitchen. "Uh-Uh…" she began to grow frantic, not knowing what to do first or how to get her shit together. "…Ak-Akiyama-san! I'm so-sorry, I didn't hear you come home." She was flush red, she could feel the heat on her cheeks and on the back of her nape. She was turning into a tomato!

When he stepped closer with a bemused frown, she immediately retreated back. The sensations – the hotness of his hands down her body, and his breath – were still carved into her mind. For him to cross paths with her already…. frightened her. How was she supposed to act? He was just fooling with her, obviously. But to her…. it was more than just fooling. He was Orochimaru's teacher, Kenji's brother, he was a man ten years older than her.

"Since when did you refer to me as Akiyama-sama?" He questioned out loud, reaching out to touch her on her shoulder. "It's always been Misaki-sama, remember? What's the matter, Tsunade? Hm..? You can tell me."

"I… I-I'm sorry. Can you just tell Kenji that I went home earlier than expected?"

Just as she was about to slip past him he firmly held her by her arm, pulling her back to retrace her steps back to the corner of the kitchen. He folded his arms over each other and looked at her – deeply and with intent. "Is this because of what happened in my class two weeks ago?"

When she refused to respond Misaki's look transformed with intrigue – but not apologetic. He uncrossed his arms and placed his hands on his hips, smiling coyly. "I'm sorry if I went too far. I wasn't going to do anything. You can say I like testing the waters, Tsunade. And I'm sorry that you were my source of entertainment."

She rubbed her arms that were covered with goosebumps, biting her lower lips subconsciously. When she looked up at him she saw him still smiling, his hand moved forward and ran down at her side. "Please, just stop playing with me. Rumours spread like wildfire in the campuses, Akiyama-sama. I'm very aware of what you do in your past time, and I'm not going to be on your list of conquests."

Tsunade managed to wriggle out of his loose confine and take a few steps towards the living until she was pressed against the centre marble kitchen table. Immediately she was spun around and Misaki seized her forcibly. His hands grabbed the sides of her face and rammed his lips against hers, claiming what wasn't his. He devoured her childish mewls and forced her mouth to open for her intrusion.

As he forced himself against her his hands skimmed down her breasts and grabbed a hold of her hips to keep her in place. "You are a fine woman," he whispered after drawing back to see her out of breath. He flicked the tears from her eyes and kissed her on the lips again. "This can be our little secret, Tsunade."

"Wh-W…" She wiped her lips dry and blinked hard to try and process what had just happened. Did Misaki just kiss her? Everything had happened too fast, she could no longer piece together the pieces coherently. He kissed her. Kenji's brother just kissed her.

He tipped her face up to look at him. "You can't just keep waltzing into a man's apartment the way you do. Especially when you're this attractive." His icy fingers made its way upwards before it clasped gently around her breast. "This body. That face. It makes it almost impossible to resist you. A man must act on it, you know. Or else we end up losing ourselves."

Tsunade threw her head back, gasping back when she felt him take the opportunity to ravish the expanse of her throat. "Ak-Akiyama-sama!" She couldn't retaliate. She knew she couldn't. He was a highly acclaimed lecturer on the campus – in the medical ward Orochimaru was in. Moreover, he was Kenji's brother. He would never believe her if she told him his brother made a pass on her. After all, Misaki held a reputable front in the public – he ruled with an iron fist and he was gentle and kind and smart. He was everything in a man Tsunade thought she wanted.

But this….

"Oh, Tsunade…"

No…

Without thinking about the repercussions, Tsunade pushed Misaki away from her and drew her hand up, slapping him sideways immediately. She held her mouth in shock of what she had done, but he didn't look too surprised. If anything, he looked as if he wanted to applaud her audacity. He grinned and chuckled lowly.

Her eyes narrowed, "What's so funny, Akiyama-sama?"

"Yeah," a voice interrupted lightly. "Can someone let me into the joke, too?"

"Kenji!" Tsunade gasped out loud, looking guilty already.

Misaki eased his distance from his brother's classmate with nonchalance. "Brother,"

"What's with the two of you?" He laughed, walking past them to reach the refrigerator. He opened himself a new box of apple juice and started to pour it into a fresh glass. "I'm glad you're making jokes with each other. That means you're getting along, huh."

"We're getting along just fine." Misaki smiled warmly, but Tsunade refrained from making eye contact with her friend.

"See," he gestured to his blonde friend, "I told you he wasn't half bad."

The teacher looked at the both of them in question, "You guys have been talking about me?"

"Yeah. She's been scared to talk to you ever since college started. I told her you were cool – she wouldn't believe me. Now, you're sharing inside jokes. See? We've hit progress." He smiled at Tsunade specifically, noticing her discomfort in the room. Before he could inquire what it was that was bothering her, she fled from the scene. "T-Tsuna!"

"Leave her."

"What?"

"I'll drive her home, okay? Don't you worry."

Kenji shook his head and downed his apple juice. "No, I'll take her back. Thanks anyways, brother."

"Anytime," his voice was as calm as water, but his face was scribbled with disappointment.


Once Tsunade was taken home she curtly said her goodbye and rushed up to her dorm room. She threw herself on her bed and curled up into a ball, wiping the back of her hand continuously against her lips in hopes that she would get rid of the sensation. Instead, she resorted to biting her lower lip until it bled slightly, shutting her eyes shut.

Softly, without Tsunade knowing, her door was pushed open and Anko tiptoed in with a cup of hot cocoa in her hands. She sat on the edge of the bed, tapped the blonde on the shoulder and silently offered her the warm beverage with a friendly smile, "I figured you needed it." She reasoned honestly, knowing she was off-mood and that something must have happened for her to be weeping like a baby in her room.

"T-Thank you," she whispered gratefully, pushing herself up into a sitting position before she took the cup off her hands. "Did I wake you?"

"Are you kidding?" Anko leaned back on the headboard of the bed and smiled, facing her. "I've been up all night typing up my play script that I need to direct before semester ends. It's one of our last units – and the biggest – so I need to work my butt off."

"I thought you only did that in that strip club you work in," Tsunade jokily jabbed with a faint grin, taking a sip of her cocoa.

Anko could only mirror her expression as she stretched out her hand to caress hers. "What happened to you, huh?" Her eyebrows knitted together at the sudden speculation that popped into her head. "Did Kenji do anything-!"

"No!" Tsunade immediately shrieked. "He would never!"

"Because I swear, I will find that man and make sure his dick won't function again!" She continued persistently with burning in her eyes. "So, please, don't lie if he did do anything, Tsunade."

"He didn't – Misaki did." Tsunade trembled, holding the cup as tightly as she could. "M-Misaki kissed me when I was in their apartment." She raised her head up and looked directly at her friend who was blinking several times as she processed all of the information in her head. "I know what you're going to say – it was just a dream. A man like Misaki doesn't look at students like us, he's too good for that. He's perfect in every single way… but I'm telling you…"

The darker-featured woman clenched her hand around Tsunade's, nodding to tell her that she believed her. Her eyes fell down and she pursed her lips in an unpleasant way, not knowing what to do exactly. "…I believe you," she said almost sourly. "Though I'm not entirely surprised that he kissed you. Have you seen yourself? – You don't exactly blend in with the crowd; you're too beautiful. For him to kiss you, isn't a surprise to me." She tried to smile, to lighten up the mood, to find the good in the bad that had just happened. "Hell, even I would kiss you."

Tsunade giggled out in disbelief, but only for a moment. The lines of her gaiety dimmed and were replaced with the same mundane expression. Anko could not blame her, though, she had just faced a situation she was not accustomed to. Then again, who would be used to a person forcing themselves on you? She felt helpless beside her friend – and stupid for not knowing what to do or say. Should she show pity? No, she wouldn't appreciate it. No one wants pity at times like this.

So, instead, Anko wrapped her arms around her and drew her in for an embrace. "I'm sure he won't do it again. Maybe he was just seeing if you're like the other college girls who will drop their panties instantly. But now he knows you're not mildly interested in him – and is invested in his younger brother –" Tsunade tried to protest, but was instantly hushed, "– he will leave you alone. Misaki-sama is a lot of things, but a rapist isn't one of them, surely."

The blonde nodded and buried her face in the crook of her friend's shoulder, grateful for her support and the warmth of her body. With a small smile, she said: "I would kiss you too if I were a lesbian."

"But you're not," she feigned annoyance, "so don't get my hopes up."

They both chuckled and fell down on her bed, backs flat and they stared up at the whitewashed ceiling. Anko curled up next to her and gazed at her with reassurance staining the depths of her eyes. "He won't touch you again, I give you my word. If he does, tell me. For goodness sake, promise me you won't keep it in, okay?"

With pursed lips she nodded. "You're a good friend."


The long-awaited Saturday night broke out and plenty outrageous parties panned out down the block. It wasn't an outlandish occurrence for many people who lived close by; after all, it had become a tradition to hold a mind-blowing party every now and then. Anko, who was defined with a white short sequined dress, dragged in her sluggish blonde friend into a house party. She grinned mischievously, whilst Tsunade felt out of place in the presence of body glitter and raging sounds of trashy music. She squirmed when Anko eagerly dragged her deeper into the darkly-lit house.

"Orochimaru is here!" She announced sharply at her friend. "You said he doesn't attend house parties!"

"He doesn't," Tsunade snapped back, frowning. "At least, I don't think he does."

"You have to get us to at least hookup, Tsunade."

"At least?" She gasped, "Doesn't hookup mean…?"

"A girl needs to blow off some steam, you know." She bit her lower lip as she scanned him from head to toe, appreciating his lightly toned form through the black shirt he opted for. "He's such an eye candy!"

"You're not just going to hook up with him, Anko." She said protectively. "I'm not letting that happen. It's either you build a relationship with him or nothing."

"Geez, grandma." She drawled, rolling her eyes in exasperation.

"Look who crawled out of their boring gutter!" Another voice boomed next to them.

"Jiraiya!"

"Hey," he smirked choppily, downing his vodka shot. "What brings you here – in that banging dress, no less."

Tsunade unexpectedly blushed at his compliment. She stared down and tugged down her black cut-out panel bardot bodycon dress. She clicked on her heels and surveyed the area before she finally gave up and looked at Jiraiya. "Stop trying to undress me with your eyes, you pervert."

"Kenji's here, you know." He grinned. "Is that dress for him?"

"No, just shut up."

"I would pay to see his face right now." He raised his finger up to stop her from interjecting. "But first, you promised to play wing woman for me tonight. So…" he fixed his shaggy hair and took a deep breath, "Introduce me to that hot brunet near the bar."

"Jira…"

"C'mon, then I'll stop talking about you and Kenji secretly banging."

"You were the one who started those rumours!" She roared, slapping him on the arm. "You perverted shit."

"I'm hurt that you didn't notice my writing style, Tsunade! Who else could write such a well-constructed erotica." He winked, stating a self-proclaimed fact.

Tsunade looked at Jiraiya's target. She was definitely a curvy woman in the daring backless nude dress she wore. Her eyes were done up, especially her rouge lips. She was definitely looking for action tonight, she concluded in her mind. No one woman would doll up to that extent for a house party. Unless she was a man, of course. Almost immediately, she took Jiraiya by his wrist and left Anko in the crowd, dazed and rather confused.

When they were close to the bar, Tsunade approached the oblivious woman and tapped her on the shoulder, waiting for her to turn around, before she offered her angelic smile. "Heyyyy, have you met Jiraiya?" In a swift motion, she pushed Jiraiya forward and watched her look up at her gallant of a friend with interest.

"Hey," she offered her hand for a handshake. "I'm Reas Scarlet."

Instead of taking her hand for a friendly handshake, he daringly placed a kiss on the back of her hand. "Pleased to meet you," his eyes glimmered with playfulness, as she giggled.

Tsunade tiptoed on her toes and whispered in his ear, "Make sure you double wrap tonight. She seems like a woman who will take you into court."

He grinned. "Don't worry, the gallant has got this. Besides, should you be worrying about me when your Prince is here?" He gestured to the man who was leaning against the wall with an amused smile. "He's looking at you,"

"I-I can see that, stupid." She blushed. "Have fun."

"Oh, I will."

Tsunade rolled her eyes but continued to walk over to Kenji who was smirking at her. "What are you doing here?" he asked casually, pushing himself from the wall, to take her by the hand. "I thought you would be cooped up in your room, re-reading our assigned literature."

"I would be, but-"

"Anko?"

"Yes."

"You should be thankful you have someone like her in your life," he lightly noted. "She brings the fun out of you."

"Fun," she retorted. "It's not fun when I see drunk pictures of myself on social media."

"Still…" he playfully smirked. "At least, you have all your clothes on. I was butt naked in one party before; I was nearly suspended had it not been for my brother."

"He really saves your ass." She took a shot from the counter and downed it without thinking much of it.

"Let's have some fun, Tsunade." Kenji declared, gathering up shots and other forms of liquor to make use of the night. Jiraiya and his new found date, Orochimaru and Anko, and other friends gathered around a circle table and began to chug down.

Anko pressed herself against Orochimaru, luring him into the ground of seduction – to no avail. He happily chuckled and went with the crowd, downing another shot of vodka and drinking a can of beer on the side. She looked at Tsunade on the other side, who was silently cheering her on, as she shared conversations with Kenji. He leaned in and must have remarked a joke because Tsunade ended up laughing so hard that he had to support her to stop her from falling against Jiraiya's date.

With curiosity, she looked under the table, after pretending that she dropped something, and her speculations were right. Kenji's hand was stroking Tsunade's upper thigh, making slow progress upwards, without arousing any suspicion from anybody else in the table, apart from her. She knew he had always been attracted to her – it would take a blind person to not realize it. But she's never seen him act on it; it must have been the alcohol giving him the audacity to do certain acts he wouldn't dream to act on sober.

"Are you alright?" Orochimaru asked, dipping his head down under the table.

Anko hastily jolted up and banged the back of her head at the edge of the table. "Aw shit."

"W-Woah…" He held her with concern and looked at the back of her head. "Are you okay? You're not bleeding which is a relief, but… how do you feel?"

She blinked blankly at him, baffled at his sudden concern and softness. Their eyes met and stayed together for mere seconds, but felt like an eternity. Orochimaru licked his lips and his gaze wondered down. "…I'm fine," she flushed. "Thank you for asking."

"Anytime." He casually said, turning back around to pour himself another shot.

"Body shots!" Jiraiya suddenly suggested in an excited roar, raising a bottle of tequila. "Who's up to it?"

There was a wave of agreement from eager classmates – and there was Orochimaru and Tsunade, staring at each other like the way they did when they committed to playing Spin the bottle. She looked nervous and, quite frankly, so was he. Everything was set – and they couldn't back out. The group headed up to an empty bedroom and placed the tequila bottle, lime and salt on the glass table.

"Oh, isn't this fun!" Anko clapped, unzipping her dress to slip it right off. "Tsunade, you're the only one in your dress."

"I-I-I don't want to do this…" she cringed, looking at the walls that surrounded them and at Orochimaru was had removed his shirt. "I'm not removing anything."

"Don't tell me you're not wearing any panties!" She gasped. "Because let me tell you, from personal experience, that's not a good thing to do. At least, wear thongs, they feel like you're not wearing anything!"

"It's nothing like that, Anko. I'm nothing like you."

"Just loosen up and remove your dress."

"No!"

"Then hike it up so your belly button will be exposed."

"I don't-"

"Imagine if you get Kenji…. Ohh, that will be a treat!"

"No, Anko, it won't."

"Don't think of me as a person who is blind, Tsunade. He was stroking your thigh under the table and you were literally falling into his arms. And may I add, his eyes has been glued onto your boobs all night."

"Lay down, Jiraiya!" They boomed, pouring salt onto his toned chest and tequila into his belly button, a slice of lime in between his mouth. Reas eagerly dipped and sucked the tequila from his belly button, swirling her tongue around the rim seductively before she kissed his stomach and progress upwards to the sea of salt on his chest. Jiraiya grinned, welcoming her lips to his as they battled for the lime in his mouth.

His grin widened when he rose up from his position, listening to Reas' words linger seductively for only him to hear. As they whispered to each other the bottle was spun once more. Its tipped landed on Tsunade, making Orochimaru curse under his breath.

Not this again.

Before the bottle was spun again, Kenji was suddenly nominated to do a body shot on her body. He didn't deny the challenge like Tsunade did; instead, he held her hand and assured her that he was a better choice than most people in the room. She was laid down on the floor and Kenji carefully slipped her out of her dress, unconsciously giving the people a show. Orochimaru's eyes narrowed when her dress came off, revealing her mismatched undergarments. He looked away and continued to drink his beer, silently questioning his role in this room.

The tequila was poured in along with the salt and Tsunade was given a slice of lime in her mouth. Kenji folded her dress and placed it gently on the floor, not breaking eye contact with her molten hazel eyes. He slotted in the middle of her parted legs and descended down, drinking the tequila from her belly button. She gasped when she felt the hotness of his breath and his saliva on her stomach, as he made his way up, licking her body sensually. His hands left her legs and ascended up to her sides, pinning her down to keep her from wriggling.

His closed eyes opened slightly, looking up at her demurely as he licked the middle of the valley of her breasts, sucking on the skin, taking in the salt, caressing her softly with one hand. Her breath was caught and she did her best to not show her flustered state. However, she could no longer keep it in when he began to kiss her on the neck, sucking and licking his way up to her lips. Once their eyes met, his lips brushed against hers as a tease, before he mashed his against hers, tongue intruding into her hot mouth to take the lime away from her.

Tsunade responded as eagerly as him, kissing him as much as she could, taking the lime back into her mouth, gasping when he pressed himself against her. Finally, the lime slipped past their mouths, but their lips interlocked with each other once more. Orochimaru and Jiraiya shared a look, debating whether they should interject and pull the man off her, but they hesitated when they saw Tsunade continue to kiss him after they parted, intoxicated by the sudden whitewash of lust and alcohol. They both sat up with blushes deeply burning in their cheeks, breaths laboured with unsated want. Kenji looked at her heaving chest, seeing the trail of saliva he left and how red her lips were. He smiled and leaned in, kissing her once more on the lips.

"Don't tell my brother," he whispered. "He would kill me if he found out I kissed you."

"….Wh-What?" She whispered, completely out of breath and hot and bothered.

"He has a thing for you, you see."

"Alright, alright!" Jiraiya groaned, breaking the tension up. "Get a room you two. And don't you dare lie, I know you want to. What the hell was that? It wasn't supposed to be a full on make-out session, sheesh." He looked at Orochimaru who seemed to be emitting some sort of killing intent in the room. "Next!" He wanted to move along before wrath breaks forth, knowing Orochimaru, he was deeply unsettled with what he had just seen. After all, he did just see Tsunade make out with her classmate.

As Tsunade slipped into her dress again, she saw Anko smirking at her. "Don't…" she tried, but it was no use.

"You liked it!" She chimed childishly in a sing-song tone. "I bet if we weren't all here, you would have done it by now."

Before she could curtly respond to form her defence, Kenji placed his hand on her back and kissed her on the shoulder. "Can we talk outside?"

"S-Sure…"

When they exited the room, he led them to another vacant bedroom and shut the door behind them. He sighed and ruffled his hair, not quite knowing what to say. "Well…. I didn't know you were a good kisser, Tsunade." He began lightly, trying to form the words he really wanted to say in his head.

"Kenji, if this is going to make things weird-"

"I like you, Tsunade," he said quickly. "I mean, I really like you. I do."

She blushed red again.

"I've been wanting to say this for a long time now. It's just really hard to do with Orochimaru, Jiraiya and Anko on my back all of the time. And I know it was only a game, but when I kissed you…"

"I like you, too." Tsunade weakly confessed. "I really, really like you."

"R-Really?" He took both of her hands and looked into her eyes. "Did you mean that?"

"I did." She met his eyes with a small smile. "I've liked you ever since I met you. I just didn't know how…. I've been denying it all this time…. But….. God, I really like you."

Kenji cupped her by her cheeks and looked at her endearingly. "My brother might kill me for this, but….. be my girlfriend, Tsunade. I'd like to think that you're the one I'm going to spend my life with. It's cheesy, I know-"

"I would love to be your girlfriend." She answered, cheeks burning up even more. "I also think you're the one."

"Oh, thank God," he said in relief, pulling her to kiss her. After Tsunade wrapped her arms around his neck, he pushed her against the wall and lifted her legs to wrap around his waist. As he lowered the straps of her dress again, she whimpered a moan at his member pressing against her inner thigh. "You're still a virgin, aren't you?"

"Don't make me say it…" she whispered.

"I'll be gentle." He kissed her neck. "Just say the word and I'll take you."

Tsunade stared into the depths of his stunning eyes and his smile. His smile was infectious. Tsunade didn't know whether to laugh or cry, feel embarrassed or aroused, it was all so confusing. She couldn't help now but admire his physique. Kenji was in amazing shape. His body exuded the kind of gruff masculinity that makes women drool. She also loved the way his muscular torso had that gorgeous, concave 'V' shape from his hips, which dipped tantalisingly towards his crotch. What the hell is that called?

But most of all, she felt safe in his arms. This man was her secret and guilty crush. They have known each other for long enough to know each other's secrets. He knows her situation with her family, and she knows his. His mother has ovarian cancer but is battling through it with the help of his father. He knows that she was beaten as a child and that her family are all kinds of fucked up. They know so much about each other, they understood one another. And now, they were on a mutual level of attraction.

She liked him. She really liked him.

She liked his smile, his body, his humour… Him. She just really liked everything about him. He was the one, she told herself. He was the one who she was going to marry, going to have children with, going to grow old with.

"Tell me this first, are you just going to use me?"

"I would never do that," he softly spoke. "I like you so much. The only real reason I held back is because of my brother."

"What about your brother?"

"He's crazy about you." He kissed her on the cheek. "He's always asking about you: how you were if you were struggling and whatnot. He cares about you, but I'm glad that I got to you first."

"Okay…" she nodded, licking her lips before she forced herself to be put down.

"O-Okay?" He asked, stepping back slightly.

She nodded again, flushing further. Her dress came undone and she revealed her body to him. "I'm ready. I want you, Kenji."

On that night, Tsunade decided to give up herself for the man she was infatuated with.


Orochimaru ascended, wiping his lips and spitting out the lime from his mouth, before helping Anko up onto her feet. They both got dressed and sat on the edge of the bed. "I wonder where Tsunade is…" he openly mused, looking around to see if she had come back.

"Let her be. She's with Kenji, she's fine."

"I don't trust that man." He spoke lowered, straightening his black shirt down. "He's too….. perfect for my liking."

"What kind of ridiculous analysis is that?"

"No one is that perfect unless their hiding their true self under a mask," he reason evenly. "There's something about him that always set me off."

"Well.." Anko began to look apprehensive as well, looking around. "Where do you think they are?"

"Can you help me look for them?" He asked softly.

"Of course. Of course, I'll help you."

They snuck out of the room, making Jiraiya smirk. After searching around in the garden, in the living room, the bar, they returned upstairs and checked the bathrooms then the bedrooms. On the last bedroom, they approached, they saw that it was locked and very preoccupied. Anko leaned her ear in and listened for the faintness of sounds. However, she got more than she bargained for. She heard moans and groans…. And Tsunade's voice at the other end.

"What do you hear?" Orochimaru asked, folding his arms.

She pressed her ear harder, listening to their conversation.

"Don't be too embarrassed, Tsunade."

"Bu-But… I'm naked!"

"It's fine…you look good naked."

"S-Stop staring at me like that!"

"Why not?"

"Yo-You're making me nervous…."

"I'm here, don't worry."

"Ok-Okay… I trust you."

"Are you ready?"

"..Y-Yes…"

A small cry and another elicited moan.

"Ha….Tsunade," another groan of satisfaction, then a softer moan of adjustment.

"W-Wrong room." Anko stuttered. "She's not in here either."


He groaned, flattening his palm against her spine to bring her closer. His other hand closed around her breast and he took her nipple into his mouth. Tsunade clutched his hair and arched her back. He sucked on her firmly then flicked his tongue over her, kneading her breast with his palm. She sighed and looked down at him, watching his mouth work. "That feels, so…ahh. Please don't stop."

Kenji grasped the back of her neck and pulled her up, kissing her hard as he guided his cock inside her. He plunged into her with one deep thrust, his pelvis lifting to meet her downward glide.

She let out a strangled moan at the intrusion, overwhelmed by the thick heat of him, his fullness. Relief took hold now she finally had him inside her. He gripped her neck and clasped her hip, his mouth bruising hers as they kissed. He lost it completely but she loved it—all of it. Tsunade leaned into him, her breasts nudging his chest, her hands tangled in his hair. His passion left her reeling. He fucked with enough passion and with enough strength that she began to reach her climax already.

Tsunade pulled her mouth free and licked her lower lip. She dragged in air, trembling with pleasure as he groaned beside her cheek. His stubble rasped her skin, only adding to the sensation overload. He loosened his hold on the base of her neck and pushed her back from him with his firm grip. His fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her down hard against each thrust of his cock.

She moaned against him, still feeling the lingering tingles from her climax. Tsunade watched the changes in his expression, mesmerised by the intensity of his features. He'd been so laid-back and full of humour all night. Now his eyes were dark with arousal, his mouth open with the fast breaths coming from him. He looked her over, his gaze lingering on her breasts as they jolted in time with his thrusts. "Jesus, I can't—fuck, I can't hold back."

Pleasure rushed through her; she just wanted more and more. His hand slipped between her thighs and he gave her clit vigorous rubs that had her moaning deep in her throat.

She wanted to smile but she couldn't concentrate on anything other than coming. With her pussy still sensitive from the earlier attention it didn't take long to reach that point. She bucked her hips against him, chasing her release. It came on her in slow lazy pulses, at first, building to a rolling wave that crashed over her and sucked her under. Tsunade kept rubbing and finally cried out, shaking until she thought she'd collapse.

"Come here." Kenji gripped her elbows and dragged her against him, wrapping her up in a hug so tight she couldn't move. She rested her mouth against his throat and kissed him while she caught her breath.

He sank further into the bed for leverage and drove inside her. The forcefulness of his thrusts brought on aftershocks that left her whimpering. He kept going, plunging into her until she knew he couldn't last any longer. Finally, he clutched her body, held her hips against him and came with a groan so deep and guttural it sent shivers rushing over her.

Silence fell between them as the excitement passed. Kenji's body relaxed beneath her with a sigh, his fingers trailing sweeping caresses down her spine. Tsunade let out a long breath and tried to calm her senses. Their bodies meshed with the slick sheen of perspiration and she could still feel herself pulsing around him.

He pulled out of her and laid beside her, smirking boyishly. "I love you," he kissed her hand and eyed her for several seconds, seeing her blush.

"I love you too, Kenji." She cuddled up to him and rested her head on his chest. "I'm crazy about you."

"I didn't hurt you much, did I?" He asked worryingly, running soft strokes on her naked back.

"No…" she shook her head softly. "It was perfect. It didn't hurt at all. It's wasn't like how people described it. It wasn't awkward and it didn't hurt. I guess, if you're with the perfect person – you don't have to worry."

"You were incredible." He kissed her on the forehead. "For a virgin, you were pretty daring."

She blushed for the thousandth time, "You made me feel confident, that's all. You made me feel like a woman."

As they laid on the bed to gather their strength, Tsunade took notice of the faint red flashes coming from the bookshelf. When they got changed, she hurriedly inspected the bookshelf but found nothing between the two books. She looked at Kenji who hurriedly slipped into his shirt, buckling his belt again, in befuddlement.

"Hey… did you see some sort of red light in this bookshelf?" She asked, gesturing to where she had searched.

"No…" he innocently replied, zipping his pants up. "Why?"

"I-I…. don't know. I thought someone was just..."

"Videoing our love making?" He asked, drawing her in for a kiss. "Impossible." He trailed his finger down on her body. "Only I can see you naked, Tsunade."

"St-Stop it you!" She giggled, hugging him. "Thank you for tonight – for being gentle."

He swept her hair away and smiled.


When Monday swept by, Anko took note that Tsunade's mood was all rainbows and butterflies. She watched her make breakfast that morning, humming and dancing in the kitchen, smiling to herself. Ever since she came out with Kenji and proclaimed that they were, indeed, attracted to each other and that they were dating, she has been over the moon. She smirked to herself, half amused, so this is what Tsunade was like when she was in love.

"Off to see your boyfriend?" She finally asked teasingly, startling her suddenly.

"A-An-Anko…!" she placed the pan down and turned off the heat, putting the scrambled eggs on another plate. "Don't scare me like that."

"Oh please, your mood is quite repulsive, Tsunade. So in love – ugh." She almost gagged, grabbing the plate of scramble eggs and setting it on the table. "So, he was that good, huh?"

"I'm not discussing my first time with you," she laughed, leaning against the kitchen counter.

Anko took a forkful of eggs into her mouth and munched heavily, speaking simultaneously with her mouth full, "Has he contacted you since he banged you?"

"Of course…. well, I didn't hear from him yesterday. But that's understandable, he's probably visiting his sick mother."

"Right…" Anko said sceptically.

"Anyway," Tsunade looked at the clock on the wall adjacent to them, "I've gotta go."

"Where are you going?"

"We have that tour in Poise HQ, remember? Well, you're not invited because of your lack of submissions. So, have fun!"


Kenji didn't show up on the tour and Tsunade was left to trail behind her classmates, fumbling with her cellphone to text him. She looked over the blocks glass offices which held professional clad workers, typing away, conducting a meeting, calling a client on the phone – it was all very busy. She glanced at the incoming dark-haired man who had shaggy hair. He passed them swiftly and brushed past her slightly, skimming through the folder he had in his hand.

When their break came, Tsunade wandered deeper into the park just across from the Poise Headquarters with her phone pressed against her ear. She dialled Kenji for the last time, walking through the trial in the park that led to a group of swaying Cherry Blossoms. She flipped her phone closed in defeat, pushing it into her pockets, admiring her view.

When she sat down on a park bench she saw a man leaning on one Cherry Blossom tree, head hung down, hands in pockets, lips pursed in disdain. She decided to walk towards him, looking at him with worry. He was dressed in an expensive suit, his silver hair swaying side to side in sync with the halcyon. He was a rich man, by the looks of it.

But he wasn't a happy man.

His phone dropped to his side, as a tear meandered down his cheek. He closed his eyes and raised his head to the branches of the Cherry Blossom, and so did Tsunade. She felt calm when she did so, the soft breeze scooping her up and making her lax. When she looked back down, she smiled at the man who looked at her with his silver tresses obscuring his face.

"Hi," she said in a friendly manner.

Although his eyes were hidden from the distance, she could only assume that his eyes creased up with delight of having a soul to talk to in the lonely park. "Hello." His voice was dried up and it had a raspy tone to it. From the sound of it, he had been crying silently in the park by himself for quite some time.

They stood stagnant for quite some time, just looking at the petals that were spinning down to the ground. He held out his hand, taking one petal. Tsunade mirrored him and smiled when one perfect heart-shaped petal fell flat on her palm. Before she could ask him a question to engage conversation, her phone began to ring in her pocket. She looked at the screen and saw that it was Kenji dialling her.

She turned on her heels and answered the call, looking back at the distraught and lonely man. Her footsteps failed her and she found herself stuck on the ground, looking at the mysterious silver-haired man, wallowing in silence and the hushed winds that swept across the park.

She didn't know what it was that compelled her to shut the call from Kenji early to look back at him with pitiful eyes. Her mouth opened slightly as if she wanted to shout something out to him. He seemed to have felt her presence again, because he raised his head up slightly, parting his lips to say something, but he hesitated. Instead, he settled with a forced crooked smile.

She froze. The stranger considered her for a moment before reaching up a hand to remove his sunglasses in one smooth motion. His eyes were black and fathomless — beautiful. They held Tsunade's gaze prisoner for an immeasurable period — either a millisecond or an eternity — before he nodded once to her. "Thank you." He said simply.

Tsunade flinched at his sudden gratitude, not quite sure if she deserved his acknowledgement. However, she felt at ease to leave him there then. Little did she know that he was a rich but miserable man, drowned with sorrow and guilt for many things – a shattered man, deprived of true love and the true definition of it.

A gust of smooth wind made their clothes flutter sideways, along with the tresses of their hair, and she proceeded to walk back to her class' meeting place, looking back one last time.

In the midst of his broken porcelain outer mask, she saw a beautiful man who had already stolen her breath away. Her heart stopped beating and she stood still, feeling compelled to look back again, but when she did….

…he was already gone, like a ghost.

She didn't know the man, or what he was doing under the Blossom trees, but she knew one thing for sure –

He was in the same game as her.

Just on another level.

Dealing with the same Hell.

Just with different demons.


Jiraiya and Kakashi stalked through the terminal they were designated to, pulling their carry-ons with them. When they sank down on a metal bench, Kakashi laughed dryly, running his hand down his face. The gallant glanced down at him, questioning his sanity at that point.

"Looks like Tsunade's story is longer than I thought," he mused carelessly.

"….It's always been her." He whispered under his breath, catching the man's attention. "It's always been Tsunade."

"What do you mean?" He asked, raising a brow.

She was the angel he kissed at his father's masquerade party.

And she was the woman who he saw in the midst of the Cherry Blossoms, looking so beautiful from afar. She was so pure then – like an angel. He clenched his fist and buried his face in his other hand, biting his lip in frustration.

"It was Tsunade…"

Once upon a time, the devil crossed paths with the angel.

And she kissed him.

She kissed the devil.

She danced to his tune.

And now she has tattered wings.

A fallen and corrupted angel.

"….I ruined her," he shakily spoke. "…I-I ruined her…."

"No, you didn't," Jiraiya spoke back, patting him on the back. "You mended her."

Kakashi stared, wide-eyed. "How could I have mended Tsunade?! Look at the hell I bought on her! She is burdened with my child, I ruined her dreams of having a happy family and I…"

"Kenji was the one who broke her." Jiraiya clarified. "You fixed her several years later."

"….What?"

"You made her love again. Sadly, it was with you – a man who was too afraid to love someone back."

"What did he do to Tsunade?"

The man's eyes narrowed with bitterness.

"He used her."


A/N: I kinda missed writing so I quickly whipped this up for you guys. Also, a hiatus may set in because of another set of exams coming up.

Annnddd... Check out my new KakaTsu story! It's called Origins and it is written by me and E3-FantasyandReality! It may not seem like a KakaTsu, but it is! XD

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