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 VI - Reflection
"Wh - What is this Chakra? Such evil!" - Fuuka
Fuuka leaned against the wall while her hands also rested against it. She was in one of the many corridors of the Root lair, where the Kunoichi was now a guest and in hiding. She seemed sluggish,
almost frustrated. She sighed loudly before holding her hand in front of her face and looking boredly at her nails.
Three figures came walking in her direction. Two of them were masked, only the person in the middle, Sai, openly displayed his pale white face. Fuuka gave the young man a sullen look as he walked past her. He didn't pay the slightest bit of attention to the woman.
"Tzz!"
Fuuka snorted as she looked after Sai, visibly irritated by his behavior, until the trio dipped into the shadows of the hallways and disappeared from her view.
"I guess he has no respect for women. I can't stand that guy.", Fuuka thought aloud. Her voice echoed in the empty, narrow hallways.
Fuuka hated not being noticed. She thought too highly of herself in terms of her skills as a Kunoichi and, of course, her physical appearance, to simply tolerate such behavior towards her. She was not used to being ignored - especially by men. But Sai's indifference towards her was not the only, nor the decisive reason for her irritable mood.
As the leader of the Anbu underground organization, Fuen has long had the Hokage in her sights. As time passed, her fantasies of overthrowing him became more and more concrete, and with Fuuka's sudden appearance, her plans seemed to gradually take shape. It seems that Fuen came into possession of the missing piece of the puzzle in regards of her efforts almost by accident. The key to the success of the coup was the red-haired Kunoichi. Through her, the risk factor in the form of the Hokage would no longer be a problem.
Fuuka felt even then that Fuen was far too confident in herself and her talents. Fuuka appreciated her perfectionism, but since she considered HERSELF perfect, she placed everyone else below.
Fuen didn't let Fuuka know every detail about her plan, how exactly her coup against the Hokage would succeed, but Fuuka didn't care for the details anyway. She would take a decisive role, she was aware of that - and more importantly; it was herself who could let the blond-haired brat pay for what he did to her in the past. But until all the preparations were completed and the operation could begin, some time would pass.
Fuen had instructed her to lay low and stay in hiding for the time being, since her previous, relatively careless approach to her vendetta had resulted in a manhunt for her. Fuuka's thoughts turned to the two failed attempts to 'capture' the Hokage's son - literally. The idea of watching Naruto experience the death of his own son brought Fuuka a deep, sensual satisfaction. But Fuuka also felt the boy's immense potential as she sucked his Chakra out of him. His power would surely have come in handy had not everything turned out differently than she had planned.
That little brat... and that impudent girl!
Fuuka decided to not only let Naruto perish for what he did, but also his little daughter.
By luck and chance, but mostly by tremendous effort, she managed to maintain her form after the nerve-wracking confrontation with Himawari, in Boruto's home, and her powerful punch to secure her body. While Fuuka's hair is her greatest weakness - and also her greatest advantage - if one of her bodies suffers too much damage, it becomes useless and disintegrates. In this case, she loses the body even if her hair was not harmed. Unlike Fuen, who had a level-headed and calm nature, Fuuka had an impatient and impetuous way of pursuing her goal, even when they served together under Furido. Fuuka recalled the last words Fuen had addressed to her:
Since you have put the Shinobi in the village on an even higher alert by your more or less rash actions, it will be more difficult to get to the Hokage. Even more difficult than it already was. We'll have to wait until the situation in the village calms down a bit.
"Tzz."
Fuuka hissed again, but this time she directed her anger not at another person, but herself. The Kunoichi was not used to failure. Any victim unlucky enough to attract her attention has, more often than not, thoroughly enjoyed their encounter with the slinky Kunoichi, but just as often regretted it, failed to survive meeting her. However, since the encounter with Naruto, things always seemed to go to her disadvantage. The confrontation with the boy had left its mark on her not only in a physical, but also in a mental way. Fuuka felt vulnerable. Her anger towards Naruto was growing as each day passed.
He will pay for what he did to me!
Fuuka wanted to get back to her old strength, even if she already couldn't beat Naruto with that old strength of hers either. But with only two remaining bodies in her possession, she felt weak. Too weak to confront him now. The fact that the Hokage already knew her vulnerable point, and thus it was completely irrelevant how many bodies the Kunoichi was able to use in battle, she didn't seem to realize in all clarity. Once her opponent revealed her secret and targeted her completely defenseless hair, it was almost certainly over for her, as Naruto demonstrated at the time. Fuuka remebered the last seconds of their confrontation:
"Impudent braaat!"
After Naruto had just been able to fend off her attempt to take over his body by using his Wind Chakra to cut her hair that had been holding him in place, there was nothing left of Fuuka but her hair, floating freely in the air. Beneath it, two bright yellow eyes stared menacingly at Naruto. Naruto looked a little incredulous at the sight.
"Huh? What the hell is that!?"
The boy regained his composure and formed finger signs.
"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
Out of nowhere, a clone of the blond-haired Shinobi appeared, conjuring up a Rasengan in no time, along and in sync with the original.
"Not this tiiimeee!"
Fuuka's nearly formless figure tried to outrun him. It flew at him, but Naruto successfully fended off this attack as well.
"Rasengan!"
The whirling ball of Chakra ate into the red hair.
"AAAAAAAHHHH!"
Individual strands of her hair flew into the boy's face as he put an end to his opponent's existence. Afterwards, the boy breathed in and out heavily. He looked visibly shaken up. Out of breath, Naruto looked at the red hair of the woman he had defeated lying on mud, dust and dirt.
"Well, that was somethin'..."
Naruto was unaware that Fuuka's spirit was still present. Defeated, beaten, and unable to resist anymore, but still existing. Had Naruto noticed the next morning, by accident or otherwise, that Fuuka's hair was no longer in that place, in that specific spot he defeated her, the Kunoichi might not have been able to recover herself, and now, years later, posing a threat again.
But so far, only two people were said to have gotten behind her best-kept secret, and the other seemed to bear a suspicious resemblance to the boy, as she increasingly noticed upon further reflection. Fuen had mentioned him the other day, and she couldn't get him out of her mind. Then, all at once, she realized.
"Minato! Of course, now it's clear to me. This guy Fuen had been talking about. He was that Shinobi from back then, wasn't h-"
Fuuka bit her tongue as she realized she was thinking out loud again. Fuuka still didn't understand why that Minato guy allowed her to go back then. Sure, they had a brief intimate moment together, but she was still his enemy after she had betrayed the Daimyō and attacked the Shinobi of the Hidden Leaf. She also still could not understand how Minato had figured out so quickly what her hair was all about.
This Minato later became the Hokage of the Fourth Generation. And he also found out my secret. Like father, like son, as the saying goes.
"Tzz!", Fuuka countered her own thoughts.
"You won't be able to escape me this time.", she thought aloud again.
If everything went according to plan, the Hokage won't be able to resist Fuuka's advances this time anyway. Fuuka remembered an important part of the plan Fuen had worked out and presented to her:
They were in a kind of laboratory. There were objects scattered everywhere. Test tubes, tweezers, and knives. It was crowded, but not messy. Fuen held a vial in front of Fuuka's face.
"This is the poison I've been working on for some time."
Fuuka looked curiously at the contents in the glass. The transparent liquid seemed inconspicuous and unspectacular to her... She frowned.
"What makes this poison so special? I thought poisons wouldn't do much against that boy."
Fuen grinned darkly and proudly, placing the vial on the holder from which she had taken the poison.
"This poison is one of my best creations. It was specially tailored and adapted to the peculiarities of Jinchuuriki physiology. A small amount is enough to put the victim into a deep sleep. But not only that..."
Fuen couldn't help but chuckle self-righteously.
"Hehehe, the beast inside is also put into a deep slumber, so no more resistance can be expected from it either - unlike last time, you surely remember, right?"
Fuen was clearly playing off of Fuuka's first attempt at absorbing the boy's Chakra. She almost succeeded, but when the Kyubi's Chakra entered her body, she had to abort her Jutsu. Fuuka swallowed hard and clenched her hands into fists. The thought of this monster living inside the boy still sent a cold shiver down her spine.
"This... This monster won't cause any problems?"
"No, the Nine-Tail will sleep soundly while you absorb its powerful Chakra."
Fuuka gave credence to Fuen's words. Fuen's poisons had always worked until now. Well, that is, except for that one time with that pink-haired girl, against whom Fuen still seemed to hold a deep grudge. But the thought of this fearsome monster becoming a part of her caused great discomfort in Fuuka.
"What if... what if I can't control it?"
Fuen gave her a mocking smile.
"Are you afraid? I thought you were determined to get back at him? Or were those just empty words?"
Fuuka gave Fuen a nasty look, visibly annoyed by her statement. But then she dropped her gaze from her. Fuen chuckled.
"Huhuhuhu, don't worry my dear. You're probably the only Ninja in this world who can handle this task and succeed."
Fuuka looked up at her again. Her expression seemed equally puzzled and skeptical.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean your unique Jutsu, of course. Through your Reaper kiss you not only appropriate your opponent's Chakra, but their body as well. The fourth Hokage was not only kind enough to imprison the Kyubi in his own son's body. He sealed him into his son using a powerful Jutsu, a sealing technique, as I found out from Danzō's records. Fortunately for us, the old fool kept meticulous records."
Fuuka looked thoughtful.
"So you mean that not only this fox monster but also the seal that keeps it under control will be transferred to me?"
"Yes, exactly. Besides, we are very lucky with you. You are one of the few descendants still alive to whom this particular seal is even applicable."
Fuuka didn't understand.
What did she mean by that?
She couldn't stand Fuen sometimes. In any case, she would not completely dance to her tune or even play her "subordinate", that's for sure.
Fuuka looked around to make sure no one was around. Then she walked along the corridor, which was lit by lamps on the side walls. The lamps cast a cold light on the smooth, gray rock, making this place seem even more desolate than it already was. After a short while she reached the center of the hideout with the clearing through which she can get outside, but this time no light was cast into the shadows of the Root hideout. Outside, it was apparently already dark. Fuuka's eyes caught sight of a guard at the entrance to the passage. She paused briefly and hesitated, but then continued walking toward him. She tried, apparently, to make as calm and unconcerned an impression as possible. She reached the guard, ran past him and then left him behind. At least, that's what she initially thought until she heard a voice behind her a few steps after.
"Where are you going?"
Fuuka stopped and stood still. The guard seemed to be moving toward her, at least judging by the sounds of his footsteps.
"Fuen-sama gave you instructions to stay in..."
Fuuka abruptly turned to the man whose face she could not see through the white mask he wore. Her hands reached for his black jacket and she pulled him close so that their bodies were pressed together. Fuuka didn't need to see behind his mask to guess his completely perplexed expression.
"How about having a little fun with me? What do you say?"
Fuuka moved her face closer to his mask.
"What, I ... uh ... I ..."
Fuuka put an finger on his mask.
"Psshht!"
The man backed away and braced his hands on the railing.
"No, I ... I don't. I..."
Fuuka stuck out her tongue and licked his mask, which then came off his face and fell to the ground. The young man had a scar on his face and looked completely overwhelmed while beads of sweat gathered on his forehead.
"Hehehe, you never want to disappoint a lady, sweetiepie!"
Fuuka grabbed his hood with one hand and slowly pulled it off his head while tenderly stroking his face with the other.
"There... is... no... escape."
Fuuka looked seductively into his eyes for a while, waiting for his reaction. When she noticed that his muscles were slowly relaxing and he was gradually giving up his resistance to her, she closed her eyes. Slowly, her wet mouth approached his closed lips, and she kissed him passionaly.
Chu... Chu... kuchu...
The Anbu guard moaned loudly in pleasure as their lips still moistened each other.
I see, he has the Lightning element. It's not the rare Wind element Chakra unfortunately, but I think I could use this element as well. Besides, it wouldn't be bad to have a few more bodies in reserve.
Fuuka opened her eyes again as they continued to kiss. She made sure she had him under control, and found out that he had already given himself completely to her. She parted her lips from his and giggled.
"Hehehe, are you enjoying it?"
"Please, don't stop!"
"Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet!"
She let her tongue slide over her lips.
"Reaper kiss!"
Gently, their lips touched again.
Chu...lelu...kucho...
His tongue clashed against her mouth with passionate force. His arms wrapped around the woman's body, and his hands pinchingly sought a path to her ass. The guard seemed to want more from her than the other way around. Fuuka granted it, he penetrated her deeper, and then her trap snapped shut. By the time he realized it, it was too late...
You will be mine!
The guard's limbs began to twitch convulsively. Traces of Chakra became visible on the man's face and arms, which gripped Fuuka's torso tightly. Then his eyes snapped open as the life slowly drained from his body. His gaze was cold and blank. He no longer felt any satisfaction but agony and pain.
What is happening to me?
He felt like he was drowning, like running out of air as his lungs crumbled.
Fuuka detached himself from his mouth. As his hands went limp, the contact between them was maintained only by a ribbon of Chakra running from one mouth to the other.
"Let him go."
Fuuka suddenly heard a voice whispering in her ear. Startled, she broke off her Jutsu and turned around. She stared in suprise at Sai's expressionless face, which she was used to know and which she hated. Without another moment of hesitation, she pushed off the Anbu guard whose body and mind she had just invaded and went after Sai.
Fuuka covered him with a series of punches and kicks, which the short-haired man deftly dodged, intercepted and defended against. The attacks of the upset Kunoichi seemed hysterical and uncoordinated. Sai didn't flinch as he skillfully dodged her - which only enraged Fuuka more. Then a punch. Before she actually could had realised it in her mind, Sai rammed his Tantō grip into her stomach.
"Aaaarrghh!"
Fuuka collapsed to the ground. With her knees and hands, she braced herself on the hard floor as she lay at his feet, sweating, coughing, and sobbing.
"You... filthy..."
Sai closed his eyes and slid his short sword back into the black scabbard strapped to his back.
"I'm sorry, but you didn't give me a-"
Sai's apology was interrupted. He just barely managed to dodge her swift punch, aimed at his face. With one hand he grabbed her arm, pulling her towards him, only to use the other hand to hold the shiny blade to her neck, which suddently appeared to be in his hand again. Fuuka grudgingly stared at him as the gleam of his blade reflected in her eyes.
"That's enough!"
Another person joined them. Fuen emerged from the shadows. Arms on her hips, she came to stand immediately in front of the two, followed by two masked Anbu. She looked Sai in the eyes, who returned her gaze. He seemed to understand immediately what she wanted from him. Sai nodded and let go of Fuuka. He stood next to his boss without comment. Fuuka watched from the corner of his eye as the unconscious Anbu guard, whose essence she had almost absorbed, was carried away supported by one of his comrades. Fuen did not comment further on this little incident. Apparently, she didn't seem to care much about the matter.
"I have a task for you."
Fuen smiled. Fuuka gave her a questioning look as she didn't come right out with what it was about. She hated dramatic pauses. Fuen put a hand over her mouth and giggled.
"Huhuhu - I'm sure Sora will be happy to see you again."