He, Fukyuu Kaori, had been captured by the leaf bastards, all because he had forgotten it was close to their Chunin exams so security would be high. As a C-class Ame nuke-nin, the man didn't have much to offer them so he doubted his torture was going to be all that intensive before his death and subsequent bounty collected. He was led into a room where a ditzy but sexy little blonde was sitting and promptly strapped into the chair and the two left alone. That had to been almost an hour ago as she remained lost in her thoughts and like his name the man's attitude forced his brutish mouth open.
"If your technique is to bore me to death then it's working, but I gotta tell you your torture sucks." That woke her up and she looked to him with slinky blue eyes that would drive any man wild.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I had a long night with my boyfriend and I'm a little wound up still." The enemy nin eyed her figure, she had big tits, a slim waist and a tight little ass. Not bad at ALL.
"Heh lucky guy." Why not flirt, if she liked it she may go easy on him. If he fucked up he was dead anyway, big deal. To her surprise she shook her head.
"I'm a lucky girl. My boyfriend's the Stud of Konoha." His eyes widened as he realized he just ogled blatantly the XXX's girl, oh crap the things he does to men who disrespect women was legendary. "The things that man can do with just his hands." Her eyes hazed over as she remembered the pleasure. Her body moved sexily and the man's eyes followed it with a hungry stare, hey it had been a while since his last taste being on the run as it was, and this hot little number, no matter how deadly, was giving him one hell of a show. "All night long he tortured my body, bringing me up and teasing me with that pleasure before letting me moan as it fell, running his hands over every inch of my body… He worshiped me until I couldn't THINK straight!" She wiggled, running her hands over her body as if it was her man's, rubbing her legs together as she bit her lip. The man's eyes widened at the power the man had on this woman, it seemed his bingo book had been right, what a man. "He cared less for his own pleasure and just wanted to please me, oh god it makes me wild just thinking about it!" She wiggled her hips against the chair she sat in across from him just making him move his hips a little as well. God he was getting turned on, damn restraints. "And just when I couldn't take him teasing me any further, when he had me broken and has me begging for him inside me…" The enemy nin moved closer, wanting to hear more from the hot blond interrogator.
[SLAM!] And promptly almost lost his solider as the bitch slammed a kunai so close to his thing that the knife cut his pants seam with enough force to drive the blade to it's widest in a metal chair. Promptly soiling himself the man looked to see a face that promised untold pain.
"I start my period!" She growled out. "And then I'm forced in here, dealing with you! I. AM NOT. HAPPY. If I am denied his then I sure as hell am going to deny you yours!" The man's junk couldn't shrink fast enough at the threat as the kunai gouged a long jagged furrow in the metal chair with the power only a P.M. woman could evoke. (AN: Ladies I feel you, you have my untold respect don't snap me in two) The blade moved forward till it threatened to halve the family fortune. "If you don't tell me what I want RIGHT NOW I'm going to shave your $!T off centimeter by centimeter and force you to eat it!" And then she those beautiful lips moved up and began whispering an added threat.
"!" The entire T&I department froze and looked to Anko, who blushed at the attention then fanned herself as she watched a girl who showed… promise. Ibiki blinked as the man began blabbing about everything he knew while he, the unmovable tight lipped Ibiki Morino, moved his hands away from his own family pair and returned to being his stoic self as Ino wrote in a notebook provided for each interrogation… About a kid the man had taken candy from when he was a teenager.
"More notebooks for room 14." He commanded and his staff snapped into action. It was going to be almost too much information, then scoffed himself. Any information is power, and they would be getting the inside scoop of Ame's nin training and lifestyles. And then Yamanaka-san was getting time off for her 'valuable' service… Well away from his 'valuable' parts. How long did a woman menstruate again? More power would be required to master this. Eying the only other female interrogator he quickly decided safety was the better part of valor and would give her a week off just to be safe. Because Anko was batshit crazy and would either kill him or try and sex him. And he was still uncertain which would be less painful.
That was one area he would rather remain powerless.
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Fakers!
Chapter Twelve: Tensions
By
Hibiki
"And so the author said. 'If this is my plot, then where did I put Kishimoto's rights?' They're shoved up the other man's rectum." -Hibiki
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"How far do you think they got?" Tsunade remarked as she waved a hand in front of his face for the untold time. The scribbles and giggles at his cheek were probably Keiichi drawing on his favorite blonde coloring book.
"I'm surprised, Tsunade, I would have thought you have said how many times, first." Shizune gibed as she ran a hand through his hair lovingly.
"I'm sober enough to know he's too much a damn gentleman for my taste, I want Naruto grandbabies dammit." The older woman poked his forehead roughly, was there anything that woman did delicately? His gaze remained unfocused as his mind was slid back at last night's passion with Ino, as it had the last twenty minutes, and the twenty minutes before that... It had started off so innocently too.
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"FINALLY!" Ino cried as she opened the room into their small apartment. Her heels, long since fallen apart in hand as she waited for Naruto to remove his boots. Pulling him to the bathroom she all but ordered him to get clean as she readied for her own shower and a small snack. She left a pair of sleep pants for him on the counter, rather hating the fact her tub hid all the nice naughty parts on him, even if he took a shower like he was. With some care she readied her nightwear based on what she had seen… and felt, she flushed, what he liked on her. She had finished the small meal
"Done, Hime. I left plenty of hot water for you." He paused as he slid past, looking at her and to her shock pulled her hair pin from her left temple. She sputtered for a moment before a broad hand pulled it back, collecting the accumulation hair plus the smattering of fallen locks that had been pulled in front of her eyes over their adventure. With a deft twist the hair was back into position and redone the lavender clasp. "Perfect." He smiled then continued on rubbing his hair absently in one of her beach sized towels he had bought for her as she watched him. She bathed, taking time to scrub herself down and make sure everything was perfect she slipped on her 'outfit' and strode into the room.
"Um, Hime." She gave a small kiss, silencing him. Pulling him along she brought him into the bedroom and let the towel drop from her form allowing him to view her for the first time virtually in all her splendor. Her body warmed under his gaze and she had to turn away before she mashed herself against him. He was going to worship her body, and she wanted him to beg her for it before the end. Laying onto the towel, her ass the last thing down as to draw his eyes to her tiny little lace scrap someone had dared called panties.
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"Start on my back, and we'll go from there." She huskily called out as she watched his eyes follow the not so hidden curves of her breasts as they mashed onto the towel below her. Her bare back from the nape of her neck to the top of the skimpiest panties he had ever seen begged for him to run his hands over, and with such an invitation he could do nothing but accept.
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"Right." And then the most awesome four hours of Ino's life to date began. True to form the moment his hands began their opulent torture her body reacted to his touch in a manner that made her nipples push against the towel and bed like little stakes that kept her pinned in place as his hands stroked her body. Moans, sighs and whimpers flowed from her mouth as he worked her body with the grace of a master (A hundred Kage Bushins massaging anyone for just ten minutes equaled more than three days straight massaging added to whatever Shizune had him do over the years he found himself quite competent in the regards to a woman's pleasure brought on by his hands and palms.) So hard was she being worked on and that pleasure pressed upon her that sweat began to slide across her now glistening form. His hands began moving off her back and onto her arms, followed by her legs, and the sweat, normally something she hated only seemed to inflame his interest of her skin and pleasure as those yearning hands grew more and more daring. Her soaked, both in sweat and her arousal, panties offered no resistance as his fingers slide over and past them massaging her thighs and rear that made her cry out, her voice caught and she rolled her hips against his hands for more but every time she did he would slide away from that fire he stroked with every movement of his hand. She shivered in desire, her body beyond ready for him, but it seemed as if he was waiting for her to beg. God he had her in a writhing mass, and he was still teasing her.
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Her hands wrapped around his neck, finding him panting and a little sweaty himself, mashed her breasts against him and kissed him, her tongue forcing past his barriers as she ground against his form, a hand of hers slid down, pulling his pants down and he gasped as her small hand wrapped around him. His hands found her breasts and with groaned as her grip on him tightened. He couldn't help but moan in time with her as she groaned in time of his stroking hands. Soon the pleasure was all she could feel other than his hard length in her hands. His nimble fingers soon trailed a path of excitement down her rose studded peaks over her belly to rest just above her panties. His breath came in deep gasps as she sped up her stroking of him trying to tell him physically to move those worthless things aside and just take her! Still he refused running his hands over her again before he grabbed her and pulled her till he was above her.
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"Oh god, Naruto, baby please?" She was pleading and his hands stayed firm against her hips. She was about to go mad from need and he was sitting there all hard and ready and she couldn't even reach him! "I can't… I can't." His words next caught her off guard.
"Hime, your bleeding." She stopped short, her high fading as she shakily looked for some sort of wound upon her body before a embarrassed cough interrupted. "Um. I can smell it. It's uh." His eyes dropped past her sweat glistened form to her still covered center. The only part of her he hadn't touched. "There." She gave him another searing kiss then slid off the bed and to the apartment's small bathroom. A click of the light showed her condition to her normal senses.
And to her utter dismay, he was right as a few drops of crimson appeared moments later. Thinking about the day of the month, then counting back, Ino realized her body had stayed true to it's normal pattern and did so at the absolute worst time. Taking certain precautions as not to stain the bed she returned to him, her mood ruined. Cursing her body and it's functions, she merely slid into bed curled up into his waiting arms as they talked into the mornings first light.
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He blushed as he remembered how close they had gotten. How much her body excited him and how much he was wanted to consent to her pleading and take her. Damn his nose, and not for the first time that day. What time was it anyway? Oh crap it was getting late and he promised to give the girls their slips. Having long since been left to his own devices hours ago by Shizune and Tsunade he had no issues taking the rest of the day off. Grabbing his coat he made for the door when he noticed something.
Why was everyone pointing and whispering again? Oh no had the rumor's changed? Any further and he would just give up and marry Ino and be done with it. Now they were laughing, okay this is disconcerting and he ducked into the restroom to dodge any more looks and take care of some personal affairs. As he finished his business he made to wash his hands when his reflection caught his eye.
He looked like a mustached blackened eyed pirate with a fascination of childish flower tattoos.
"KEIICHI!" He roared and reached for the soap. He hoped this stuff washed out.
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Thankfully it did or the laughter he would have caused the generous female figure before him would have had him in the hospital with blood loss. As it was his nose itched as she smiled up to him, her violet eyes smiling with warmth as Futowari Haruko, mother of Haruka, Haruna, and Harumi opened the door to their house.
"Naruto-san, konbanwa. Would you like to step in? The girls aren't in but I'm sure they are on their way home soon, they're out asking Moegi and Kurenari-san about the exams." Naruto smiled proudly at his girls for asking advise about something. Though all Chunin's and above were obligated to keep the basic ideas of the test quiet, they could always give hints. It was something he wish he had known when he took it the first time. God he was such an idiot back then.
"Thank you for the offer, Haruko-chan…" His casual inclination for that honorific, from his time as the village pariah (Aka anyone nice was instantly a -chan or -kun), was going to get him murdered one day, as the lovely widow blushed rather prettily. If his girls got just half as pretty as their mother (Though he had a feeling those girls were going to leave mom behind) the men would be lined out the compound to be with them. "…But I can only stop by today to drop the girl's exam slips off." He resisted cringing when the small twinge of disappointment filtered through those dazzling eyes of hers. "I'll try and stop by before the exams though, and answer any questions you have about the tests and how dangerous it might be." She smiled, nodding at his kindness and made a little more small talk before the two went their separate ways. As he walked out of the compound he sighed.
"Those eyes get me every time. Damn Futowari women and their peepers."
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She was home when he arrived and laying in her favorite plushy chair, poor girl looked ready to keel over. Ah So they HAD hit her. Poor Hime.
"Tadaima." He kissed her forehead, noticing she felt a little clammy and was glad he had stopped by the store on his way home.
"…Oka…eri" She mumbled. The physical exertion, while good in moderation for cramping, from last night's fiasco and their almost but god dammed not quite, lovemaking was doing a number on her, just as he was afraid it would. Having helped Iruka when Keiichi was just born he was subject to Shizune's first cycle since pregnancy (Which they had been worried about her even still having the ability given where Sasuke's sword had hit her) and had learned a lot more than the book Tsunade had hesitantly given him when he had asked for Hotaru's sake. He paused as he laid the items for dinner on the counter as he thought of his daughter. When he had gotten the book, ignoring the looks of pity his 'grandmother' had given him, he hoped and dreaded all the same that one day he would have to give her 'the talk'. Despite everything the doctors had said he had never given up hope that something might change for the better. It's probably why her loss had hurt him so much, but neither Uzumaki had given up until the very end and he was so proud of her for it. As he picked up a cherry tomato to slice just like Hotaru liked them, he wondered if Ino would like them like that too. Cherry tomatoes were his girls favorite food, he had found out talking to Ino, and when he had made lunches for his little girl on her birthdays and holidays he always prepared them her favorite way. He spent a lot of time at home as he tried to make them the best for her every time. "You okay?" Ino asked catching him unaware. She was leaning against the counter that separated the kitchen compartment from the rest of the house as she saw him wipe a tear away.
"Sorry, I remembered that these were her favorite too is all. You know, you and her had a lot in common, I have no doubt you two would have loved one another." Sad as he was, true, for the first time since he could remember he truly was happy about talking about his daughter, about her likes and interests. He smiled, so content the woman before him couldn't help but smile in return. "You relax tonight, love. I'll make dinner, okay? I hope you don't mind, it was one of her favorite dishes and it's about all I know to make so I hope you'll like it." Ino nodded, already knowing it would be wonderful as he had loved that girl so much no dish would be less than perfection for her. She slid closer, held him a moment, before she let him get back to cooking. He worked softly, a soft hum filled the air as she watched. About half way done he paused and smiled to her. "I also got you pudding, and if you're a good girl and eat all of this I'll let you have it, okay?" Her eyes went alight as seeing the round shape appear out of the bag in his hand.
So out of it was she and so distracted was he, neither one noticed that small slip of his tongue.
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She would propose, she decided. He was just too wonderful to let go and damned of she was going to loose this to some other woman. First he got all her favorite things, treated her to his beloved daughter's favorite meal, to which she kept asking for more, as true to her expectations, was delicious, and now he was doing this. His hands had so wonderfully cupped her hips and lower abdomen with a pulsing blanket of heat that soothed some of the spikes of pain she was feeling. On top of the relief was the fact he even wished to touch her at her most bloated and fat and disgusting was amazing to her. Had she not felt like death warmed over finishing the night before would have been paramount in her head. It was pure comfort he was giving her and she was lapping it up, enjoying his overwhelming care of her.
"I can't believe you even want to touch me, I'm all bloated and fat. And cranky." She rather… crankily mumbled out. "I probably look horrible." He made an exaggerated glance over her making humorous 'hmm' noises as he eyed more… intimate places.
"Nope." He said finally. "Still my wonderful Hime." Another cramp caught her off guard making her wince and before she could ask his hands had once again wrapped around her.
"I'm going to marry you." She mumbled as she relaxed against him. "Your perfect."
"I'm not."
"You are, marry you."
"That's the cramps talking. Wait till you feel better I'll bet you'll feel differently."
"Nuh-uh." Needless to say for such an adult topic the childish argument lasted until they fell sleep against each other a few minutes later.
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LONG WINDED AN AHEAD!
Now I'm not saying they couldn't have done it, but frankly a couple still learning the boundaries, especially these two with their overly odd quirks and wounds, something like her having her monthlies can change something profound in a relationship. Wake a man up to the fact he is dating something other than a nice pair of breasts or a sweet piece of tail to someone who could quite possibly be the mother of his children is one hell of an eye opener. That can break or make a relationship, and I'm not just talking about the male side either. Some women not ready for that step realize that the man understands what that red flow means and they are gone. My third girlfriend was like that, which is sad because I rather liked her. Love isn't just about accepting someone because they make you feel good and you want them happy, it's about accepting everything that person is, even that which you can't change or find a little unsettling or nauseating. (I have hemophobia from a major accident I had as a child so those times I deal with it for their sake means a hell of a lot.)
Having gone through my friends pregnancies, and their monthly ups and downs I've found that if they let you, putting your hands there, like Naruto had, above their ovaries tends to sooth awoman's aches and cramps for a while, before they get too hot or uncomfortable, or if they really like it you need to use the rest room -_- because you haven't moved all day. It can be rather intimate, so it's best to know if they are willing to let you grasp them like that. It's a home remedy my mum told me when I said my girlfriend at the time was not feeling well because of her heavier than normal cycle. I still use it with my best friend so when she is dating someone they tend to get a little upset when she goes to me when she feels crappy claiming that the man sucked at comforting her because his hands are cold and tiny compared to mine. Heh.
This Naruto is so much like me (thought and actions wise) it's silly but I guess it's why I can just throw my thoughts on his and see where I want him to head and that last argument was one taken from real life.
I took a creative license in making Hotaru's favorite food being the same as Ino's, it helps frankly develop that Ino and Hotaru could have easily been mother and daughter had she lived. It's so easy to over romanticize a child brought into a relationship just meshing perfectly like they had always been together but this Ino, the Ino from Fakers!, is radically different woman from her younger Kishimoto counterpart, whom Hotaru probably would not accept that well. It's hard to imagine what five years of peace (three after Sasuke's attack) would do to the elemental nations, and on the shinobi trained almost from birth for killing would be like. That's why I can get away with some crazy, a reasonable amount of OOC, but still remain a more social interaction fic than 'my jutsu hit you there' sort of fiction.
Next Chapter: A Boar in the white grass.