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When Akiko found the little girl, she hadn't anticipated that she would become her second shadow.
At first, Akiko didn't mind. The girl was cute, very shy, and often hid behind her skirts.
But then, Akiko noticed that the girl was watching. Her green eyes were calculating and demanding as Akiko twirled around the lounge, clad in loose silks and stifling perfume. The girl would place herself just behind her, watching the men who came to her drunk on false promises of love and affection, her eyes always drinking them in, seeing who she should keep away.
The first time the man who had selected her fell asleep in the middle of lovemaking, she had chalked it up to exhaustion and too much drink.
The second time, the shinobi had just come back from a mission and she dismissed it. He must have been exhausted from the running.
The third, a civilian, fell across her naked breasts and a barely-there huff came from the closet and Akiko turns, horrified as the little girl she had adopted as her own stepped out and levels the man with a loathing gaze.
"Sakura-chan! You—you—how are you even—" Akiko took a breath and pushed the unconscious man off of her. He reeked anyhow. "Sakura, how are you drugging these men?"
The little girl's eyes take her in—the bare breasts, the way her legs still tremble with fear from the man's rough touch, how her eyes were narrowed in concealed gratitude—and smiles.
"I only give them poppy seeds, Akiko-sama. Arata-san puts them in my drinks when he thinks I am not looking." Sakura answers softly, turning to grab a modest kimono from the closet and warm, thick socks.
Akiko looks at the girl and decides that when she becomes a shinobi she will be terrifying.
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