The seductive Kunoichi Fuuka is back from the dead! She wants to take revenge on the blond-haired brat who dared to expose her best-kept secret and defeat her in battle years ago. Much has happened since then but the story of the attractive woman, whose beguiling charm had brought many strong opponents to their knees, also continues...
Fuuka's Last Kiss
Chapter III - Aftermath
"Oh, don't run away yet! I want to teach you about the mysteries of the female body - come here!" - Fuuka
The red-haired woman supported herself with one hand on the wall. She was in a side alley. Sweaty and visibly upset she grabbed her stomach with her other free hand.
"Argh - this little..."
Just recently Fuuka had visited Boruto at his home – uninvited, of course. Boruto was completely perplexed by the unannounced appearance of the Kunoichi, who had set her sights on usurping the boy's powers. Largely defenseless and unresisting he let her have her way, while his emotional world could not decide between acute agony or strong ecstasy - Naruto's son found Fuuka's advances terrifying and arousing at the same time.
If it weren't for Himawari, Boruto probably wouldn't be alive anymore. Because of her Fuuka couldn't suck the life out of her brother; the young girl punched the older woman in the pit of the stomach, ultimately driving her to flee.
Now, for the second time, I couldn't finish.
Fuuka gritted her teeth in annoyance.
How could she be so strong? How am I supposed to get to that boy if I can't even handle his children...?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a spasmodic coughing fit. Himawari's violent Hyuga strike was still having an effect, even hours later.
I'll have to think of something else - I can't get close to that brat anymore, not after what happened earlier. But I can't get involved in a direct confrontation either.
Fuuka had to think back to the moment when Naruto was able to uncover the secret behind her hair, back during their second encounter in Konoha.
Not only is he intelligent...
She thought of her recent encounter with him, when she lured the Hokage's son into a seedy alley simular like this. She was about to take his life but his father intervened and ruined her plan.
... he's strong, too. Very strong. I think I'm beginning to understand how he became Hokage.
It had taken a long time for Fuuka's body to recover and regenerate from the fight against Naruto Uzumaki. The confrontation with the blond-haired boy cost her a lot - Naruto was able to destroy three of her bodies. Each time she lost one, Fuuka lost some of her strength too. Each time she became weaker because with each body destroyed she lost access to another Chakra element, along with the associated Jutsus of those she had executed with her Reaper kiss in the past.
I need to get back to my old strength to even stand a chance against him.
Now she was left with only two types of Chakra - the Water and the Fire style. Fuuka's fighting style was based on combining the different elements and Jutsus to make them stronger. This tactic should be significantly difficult now for her having only access to Jutsus based on fire and water.
The dark blue of the night sky took on lighter hues slowly but the sun was still hiding behind the mountains. A little sluggish and lost in thought, Fuuka walked along the alley when three shady men approached her. One of them was rather lanky, the other a bit fat, and the latter comparatively muscular.
"Who do we have here?"
The muscular guy took a step forward. He was a good head taller than Fuuka and wore a sleeveless black Kimono. He grinned.
"Are you lost?"
The scrawny man, whose mouth and nose were covered by a bandana, folded his arms.
"It's dangerous for a woman to be out alone this late - especially when she's as pretty as you are."
Fuuka stood motionless and didn't make a face - her arms hanging loosely in the air. Her left sleeve still whitened the open cut Naruto had given her back then.
"You're right about that. A pretty thing like you shouldn't be wandering dark alleys alone - unancompanied. There are quite many crooks just waiting for..."
"What are w-w-we waiting for?"
The corpulent guy interrupted his fellow and stood next to the muscleman.
"Let's have some fun w-w-w-with her!"
He seemed to have a bit of a language problem.
"How many times have I told you not to interrupt me?"
He gave his stuttering, fat companion a scowl of accusation.
"It's not a matter of getting to the conclusion as quickly as possible - you have to approach it patiently and with appropriate tact in order to enjoy it."
"What, w-w-w-what do you mean, Ryuji?"
"I already explained that to you last time!"
The thin, masked guy rolled his eyes.
"It's always the same with you guys."
"What's the point now, I ..."
The muscleman was once again interrupted in mid-sentence - but this time not by his colleague but by the red-haired woman in front of him, who suddenly lifted her right arm and held it up.
"Water-Style: Mouth of the Serpent!"
Nothing happened.
What? What's going on? How... how could this be?
Fuuka seemed at a loss. She stood there with her mouth open, trying to figure out why her Jutsu wouldn't activate.
Could it be that...
Fuuka was pretty sure that it must have something to do with the little girl's punch.
My Chakra flow... it's blocked... She blocked my Chakra flow!
First those crooks stood there in surprise - almost frightened - as Fuuka raised her arm, but they burst into mirthful laughter immediately afterwards.
"HAHAHA - do you think you're some kind of Ninja?"
The muscular guy grabbed Fuuka by her collar.
"Sorry to disappoint you but nothing and no one is going to save you tonigh-"
The man suddenly snapped his eyes open as the Kunoichi jammed her foot into his cock forcefully.
"Ryuji!"
He fell down.
The other two looked startled at their friend whos body layed down in the dust. Then they looked to Fuuka and gave the woman a look that was both stunned and enraged. They pulled their knives.
"Y-Y-You filthy bitch! You'll regret this!"
The fat man lunged at her but Fuuka dodged him expertly and lightly. She smiled.
"Little slow."
"You! I'll make you..."
Fuuka's knee was already digging into his portly paunch before he could even turn back in her direction. He fell over as well.
Fuuka ran her hand over a long strand of her red hair - the same strand Naruto had ripped out back then, but which had since grown back.
"Noone likes men who sit around talking to much."
The last one hesitated. Trembling, eyes wide, he looked to the attractive Kunoichi who had just defeated his companions with ease. Fuuka let her gaze slowly slide to the slender man, while an amused smile graced her lips.
Without uttering another word - or being able to do so - the man turned away from the woman and ran. His bandana fell from his face. He turned his head in her direction and looked back - either to give his lost piece another fleeting glance or to make sure the woman wasn't chasing him. To his relief she remained in place but at the same time the sight of her made his blood run cold: The woman's long hair stretched and moved in an unnatural way while her eyes stared wide open in his direction. Her mouth was also pulled open into a wide, distorted grin.
"M-Monster!", he shouted to her in pure fear but as their eyes crossed his feet suddenly refused to obey - he couldn't take another step. He let his eyes wander down his body and he saw that his feets were turned into stone.
He turned his head back hesitantly. He saw the Kunoichi walking towards him - slowly. Her face still adorned the same fearsome visage.
"S-S-Stay back!"
Beads of sweat ran down his forehead. Then, as the Kunoichi came to a halt in front of him, her features changed again from scary to seductive. When his face covering fell off, it was easy to see the reason why he was wearing it - the man was in fact a teenager, maybe a few years older than Naruto's son.
"Now, boy, let's have us a nice hot kiss."
"What? N-N-No! S-Stay away from me!"
Fuuka grabbed the boy's shoulders with both hands and placed her lips on his. His previously panic-stricken expression gradually disappeared as his facial muscles relaxed and his eyelids fell shut slowly. Fuuka gave him a gentle kiss.
Chu...lelo...kuchu...
After a few seconds Fuuka opened her eyes again, while his still remained closed.
Too bad.
Shortly after his eyes opened abruptly as well. He slumped down after Fuuka slammed her fist deep and hard into his stomach. He fell over and remained lying in the dirt too – like his fellows. She bent down to him.
„I'm sorry, but you are of no use to me, sweetie."
Fuuka left him behind and continued walking. Only after a few steps she once again felt the presence of various figures. She stopped, furrowing her eyebrows and clenching her fists. Half a dozen figures suddenly appeared on the rooftops of the buildings around her - cloaked in dark Shinobi clothing. All of them wore elaborately decorated white masks. Their bodies cast long, dark shadows caused by the just-rising sun. One of them emerged from the shadows in front of her. Unlike his comrades on the tiled roofs his face was not hidden by a mask - the young man had pale white skin and short black hair. With one hand he held the hilt of a Tantō he carried on his back, half of which he had already pulled out - revealing the shiny blade.
"My name is Sai."