Hmm... apparently Romance/Drama fics focusing on lesbian twincest are not especially popular. Who knew?
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Everyone... everyone knew...
The Things She Does For Love
Haruki felt a dull, throbbing pain in her stomach. It wasn't that bad, but it was definitely there. She also noticed that despite the pain, she was fairly warm and comfortable. In fact, Haruki didn't want to open her eyes. More than anything she wanted to just lay there happily. The problem with that plan was that she realized she had no recollection of ever going to bed and she had no idea why she'd be in any kind of pain.
Haruki cracked her eyes open and immediately didn't recognize her surroundings. She was definitely in a bed though, but it wasn't as comfortable as her bed. A quick glance around and she figured out she was in the hospital. That was when everything came rushing back. The invasion, fighting Oto-nin, killing three of them, but then being stabbed; she remembered it all now. Well, at least she was alive.
She glanced down at her side and found out why she was so warm: Misaki had made her way into the hospital bed as well. It was a tight fit, but the girls weren't that big and had no problem cuddling as close together as possible. A small smile made its way onto Haruki's face and she slowly began running her fingers through Misaki's shorter hair while the girl slept.
She was alive, Misaki was alive, and the village must have repelled the attack. For the moment at least, Haruki could be content with how things had turned out.
After a few minutes, Haruki heard a soft moan come from Misaki as she started to wake up. The sleepy girl felt her head being stroked and looked up at Haruki,
"Haruki?" she mumbled, blinking a few times to clear her vision.
"Yes, Misa-nee?" Haruki smiled affectionately.
"Haruki!" Misaki voice broke and she grabbed onto her sister and buried her face in Haruki's shoulder.
"It's OK, Misa-nee, everything's OK," Haruki spoke softly and rubbed her sister's back gently. "Don't cry."
"I was... so worried," Misaki hiccuped as she lifted her face from Haruki's shoulder. "There was so much blood, a-and you were getting cold!" the girl sniffled. "And it's... it's all my fault for not keeping you safe! I always protect you, but when it mattered I failed!"
"I'm alive Misa-nee, you didn't fail at all." Haruki frowned sympathetically. Her sister had clearly been beating herself up over this.
"But you got hurt. You got really hurt." Misaki looked away from her sister, feeling ashamed.
"And I assume it was you who got me to the hospital to save me, right?" Haruki grabbed Misaki's chin to force the girl to look her in the eye. Misaki still did her best to avert her eyes as she responded,
"If it wasn't for Rei, I wouldn't even have been able to do that," Misaki mumbled dejectedly.
"Misa-nee, you can't fight off a whole army on your own to protect me," Haruki scolded and then giggled. "You'd still try though, wouldn't you?"
"Of course." Misaki finally looked into Haruki's eyes.
"That's why I love my Misa-nee." Haruki gently pulled on Misaki's chin to draw the girl into a kiss. It wasn't a wild kiss fueled by burning passion, but it still made the girls feel like they were floating in mid-air for a moment. When they finally pulled away from each other Haruki was smiling brightly while Misaki's face was red as it usually was in such situations. It didn't help that Misaki didn't feel like she deserved the kiss.
"I'll do better in the future, I promise," Misaki said determinedly. Haruki didn't blame her, clearly, so she'd do her best to stop being sad and instead just try harder.
"I know. And I'll do my best to make sure you never cry over me again." Haruki stroked Misaki's cheek, which the latter leaned into. Their moment was interrupted rather loudly when someone walked into the room a moment later.
"Haruki! You're alive!" The sisters' eyes went wide when the person practically flung themselves onto the bed, causing the object to creak under the weight of three people, "M-Misaki said you were alive! But you were asleep and I couldn't talk to you! I thought you were gonna diiiiieeee!" the person, who was female, wailed loudly.
Haruki grit her teeth, as the new arrival's elbow happened to be digging directly into the spot where she'd been stabbed. While mostly healed thanks to the miracles of medical jutsu... it still hurt like hell.
"Y-yeah... thanks for the... vote of confidence... Junko..." Haruki grunted out. "P-Please get off."
"I'm never letting you go again! I was so scared!" Junko sobbed loudly.
"OFF!" Haruki yelled, unable to take the pain and drama anymore. Junko quickly obeyed this time and slid off the bed.
"S-sorry Haruki," the girl mumbled, face wet with tears. Haruki sighed, but then a small smile returned to her face.
"I didn't know you cared, Junko. It's a nice change of pace," she said with a small giggle. She then noticed Junko's eye patch. "You got hurt... are you OK?"
"Oh... this... yeah, it'll heal up fine," Junko replied.
"Well that's good. You can't lose those pretty eyes." Haruki reached across Misaki to pat Junko on the cheek. Junko blushed in embarrassment at that.
"C-come on... don't just touch me without warning." Junko took a step back and glanced away. She and Haruki had a somewhat strained relationship normally. They definitely cared about each other as friends and teammates, but Junko's obvious jealousy made one-on-one conversations awkward. Though Haruki being so nice was awkward too. In the end she decided this kind of awkward was preferable.
"You know who you look like with that eye-patch?" Haruki asked with a smirk.
"Please don't say it..." Junko grumbled, her entire body suddenly seeming to sag.
"Me!" a loud male voice suddenly called out. An older man walked into the room, his stringy brown hair rapidly graying with age. He had salt-and-pepper stubble on his face along with a black eye-patch befitting a pirate over his left eye. His visible eye was brown. He wore a green haori over a darker green hakami, though the pants portion was a lighter green, matching the haori.
Immediately upon entering the room, the man marched over to Junko and threw an arm around the girl's shoulders. She was dwarfed by the grizzled, older man. He must have been at least six feet tall.
"How are my girls doing?" he said raucously in a coarse voice as he shook Junko back and forth.
"H-hey s-sens-sei..." Junko voice was as unsteady as she felt with the overly friendly man nearly shaking her head off her shoulders. He mercifully stopped after she spoke however.
"We've been better I think." Haruki smiled. "But we're alive."
"I see that," the man said, his voice lacking any semblance of smoothness even when speaking at a lower volume. "I stopped by Rei's room on the way, he looks like he'll live too."
"That's great!" Haruki shot upright in bed in excitement, only to have her eyes shoot wide as pain wracked her body. "G-great..." she groaned and, with Misaki's help, slowly lowered her body back down.
"I'm hoping Kou will pull through, though I haven't checked on him. M-maybe we all made it through! Kaori was here with me until the battle ended, s-so maybe we all made it!" Misaki said, her voice quivering with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.
"We're too tough to kill!" Junko put her hands on her hips and puffed her chest out. "No one can beat us!"
"From what you told me, you were taken out before you even got to fight." Misaki laughed nervously.
"Junko-chan needs to calm down before her head explodes with undeserved pride methinks!" Junko's sensei chuckled and patted the now scowling girl on the head.
"Shut up, Kazuki-sensei..." Junko grumbled and then glared up at the man, "A-and don't compare our eye patches! You don't even need yours!"
"Of course I do! I wouldn't want my scary, messed up eye frightening small children!" Kazuki looked appalled at her suggestion. "Think of the children, Junko! Think of the CHILDREN!" His voice suddenly boomed as he quickly leaned down and peeled his eye patch back, putting his face inches from Junko's. His other eye was revealed to be a very pale gray in color, with mottled, scarred skin circling it.
Junko merely blinked, not scared at all, "That only worked the first five times you did that." She sighed.
"You haven't changed a bit, Kazuki-sensei." Haruki laughed. Despite the man's gruff and intimidating appearance, he always seemed to make her laugh. Usually that was accomplished by tormenting Junko who always managed to provoke him somehow.
"Well when I heard my cute little students were all banged up in the hospital I couldn't keep myself away!" Kazuki shook his head. "It was a sad day yesterday, but seeing you guys alive makes my heart feel a little lighter."
"Don't get soft on us now sensei." Haruki smirked. "And don't let Rei know you called him cute!"
"Ha! I remember the cowering little boy who was terrified of his first Chuunin exam! He can act as tough and cold as he likes, I saw the other side of him!" Kazuki let off a bellowing laugh.
"Umm, I don't mean to ruin the mood, but... what's it like out there?" Misaki asked. Kazuki sighed and hung his head at the question,
"Death and lots of broken things. Bones, bodies, buildings, it's hard to take five steps without seeing something or someone that got mangled." Kazuki muttered and shook his head. "Well, with that said, I should get going. I'll let your crazy ass sensei know you're OK too, Misaki-chan," the man said.
"Wh-... crazy?" Misaki blinked. She'd gone from depressed about the description of the village to confused at his choice of words regarding her sensei.
"Anyone that quiet and serious has to be secretly insane! She's scarier than a demon if you ask me!" Kazuki shuddered, "Get better soon, girls." He said and turned to leave, waving as he walked out the door.
"Haruki, I think it's your sensei who is insane. Izanami-sensei is just fine... right?" Misaki turned to her sister.
"I won't argue with that." Haruki rolled her eyes.
"Obnoxious old coot..." Junko grumbled in annoyance.
. . .
-9 and One Half Hours Later-
"Ugh... my throat is dry..." Haruki groaned. The sun was starting to slowly sink out of the sky, bathing the room in a pale orange as the last rays of light shone through the window.
"Oh, I'll go get you another glass of water." Misaki got up from the chair beside Haruki's bed. She'd found a book earlier and had been reading it. Well, with Haruki's constant asking of "what's happening now?" it was more like she was reading to Haruki.
"Wait..." Haruki said before Misaki could make it out the door. "You seemed fine so I forgot to ask... but, why are you wearing a hospital gown? Are you hurt? I don't want you playing nurse if you're hurt."
"Oh..." Misaki looked at the floor. "Th-there was just so much blood... from carrying you... a-and this was all they had."
"Sorry." Haruki looked up at the ceiling.
"For what? It's not your fault, if anythi-" Misaki was cut off when Haruki's head quickly turned at the girl glared at her.
"Don't start that again! Don't you dare blame yourself! We had this conversation!" Haruki snapped angrily, causing Misaki to flinch. Haruki instantly regretted being so harsh, "Misa-nee, I'm sorry... I..."
"I'll get you your water," Misaki muttered and quickly exited the room, ignoring Haruki calling after her. She wasn't upset with Haruki, but the memory of her sister's bloody and battered body in her arms was still fresh, even if she was alive and now well enough to yell at her.
She felt like she needed someone to blame. She hadn't been the one to hurt her sister, Haruki certainly wasn't at fault, and she'd already severely punished the man who'd hurt Haruki; so why couldn't she get past this? Better yet, Haruki was alive. Everything should be fine, so why was Misaki still beating herself up? She couldn't understand what was wrong with herself. Maybe she was just lacking a warm body to beat up and let her emotions out on.
She made her way down the dimly lit hospital hallway, looking for either a nurse or a source of water for her sister. Just under five minutes into her search she noticed a familiar face.
"Kaori, what are you doing here this late?" Misaki said to the girl. She noticed that Kaori's head was hung low and she didn't react to Misaki speaking right away. "Kaori... is everything OK?"
"Oh... h-hi... Misaki," Kaori responded, sniffling a little. Misaki now noticed that Kaori's eyes were red and puffy.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Misaki quickly made her way to Kaori's side.
"My teammates. Wh-while I was hiding in here, they were out being killed! I-I should have been out there with them!" Kaori suddenly sobbed, cupping her face in her hands.
"What!" Misaki was shocked. She realized that when she'd been talking about everything being OK, she'd selfishly only worried about her group of friends and Haruki. She'd disregarded so many others. Kaori's team hadn't even crossed her mind. "Both of them? Wh-what about your sensei?" Misaki placed a hand on Kaori's shoulder, the most she could think to do to try and comfort her at the moment.
"Kenji is dead..." Kaori hiccuped, lifting her tear streaked face to look at Misaki. "K-Kichirou might as well be... I... don't know where sensei is..."
"Wait, might as well be?" Misaki didn't understand what that meant. Was he perhaps comatose?
"He... oh K-Kami... h-he lost his arm and half his face. H-half of his body is practically gone!" Kaori suddenly leaned against Misaki, sobbing violently. Misaki was startled by that, but put an arm around the trembling girl.
"I'm sorry..." Misaki said softly, not knowing what else she could say. Suddenly reality was setting in. War was messy and bloody, and her group hadn't escaped as cleanly as she'd hoped. Even those who'd survived weren't exactly unscathed.
"I-it's... m-my... f-fault..." Kaori choked out between sobs. "I w-wasn't... th-there!"
"No! No, no! It's not your fault. If you'd been out there you might have bee-" Misaki tried to console her, though she had a feeling she wasn't doing a good job.
"Good! Wh-what use am I a-anyway! M-maybe if I'd d-died instead... m-maybe..." Suddenly Misaki had an idea of how Haruki had felt when Misaki had been blaming herself.
"Don't talk like that!" Misaki grabbed Kaori's shoulders. Kaori just looked down at the floor, avoiding Misaki's gaze. "Come with me." Misaki started to drag Kaori back to Haruki's room. Kaori didn't resist, just quietly crying at this point. Haruki was better at talking that she was, so Misaki hoped she'd be able to help. Haruki was also more selfish at times, so she hoped it wouldn't backfire.
-4 Minutes Later-
Haruki had stolen Misaki's book since the girl was taking so long. She had lost Misaki's page, but figured her sister could find it again on her own easily enough. It was some horribly cheesy romance, but it promised to get at least a little steamy later on based on what Misaki had relayed to her earlier. She was interrupted when the door opened, though she was glad she'd get some water to drink now.
She was disappointed when she soon realized there was no water... unless she counted the tears on Kaori's face. She got over her disappointment and instead became concerned.
"What's wrong with her?" Haruki set the book down and slowly moved so she was leaning against the wall and sitting up at the head of her bed.
"Her team didn't fare so well." Misaki understated what had happened, but she didn't want to blatantly say it and upset Kaori.
"Wh-" Haruki tried to ask how bad it was, but Kaori's crying and the look on Misaki's face told her all she needed to know. "I see..." She sighed.
"You're better with words... so..." Misaki looked at her sister pleadingly.
"Yeah, yeah. OK. Come here Kaori." Haruki waved the wet-faced girl over.
"I-I'm fine, I-" Kaori went to protest. She didn't want to trouble the sisters with her issues, no matter how bad those issues were. She'd feel more pathetic than ever looking for support from someone who was injured.
"I wasn't asking, I was telling. I can't get up and drag you over, so come here." Haruki frowned. Kaori looked a little surprised, not expecting to be scolded while she was grieving. However, in her fragile state she didn't have the willpower to disobey and went over to Haruki's bedside. Haruki patted the bed next to her and Kaori climbed onto the bed and sat next to Haruki.
Kaori blushed a little when Haruki pulled her into a startlingly close hug. Haruki wasn't one to show much affection to anyone but her sister, so this was a new situation for Kaori.
"You'll be OK Kaori," Haruki said.
"B-but... I..." Kaori didn't see how that was possible. That's what everyone said when something bad happened, but it wasn't true. At least Kaori didn't think so at the moment.
"Just let it out. Whatever you're feeling, whatever you need to say," Haruki told her.
"I don't-"
"Just tell me what you're feeling. Or cry more if you want to. I don't care," Haruki said, still holding the trembling girl in her arms. Kaori had tried to stop crying, but for some reason she felt like Haruki's words were tearing down the fragile wall she'd put up. It soon became impossible to contain her emotions and the floodgates opened up all the way.
Meanwhile, Misaki was watching quietly, biting her lip a little. She hated that even now she couldn't help but feel a little jealous watching Haruki hold Kaori. She felt terrible that she'd feel that way when her friend was hurting, and yet a small part of her wanted to pull the two apart.
"I... I... I... I should have done something!" Kaori wailed into Haruki's chest. It wasn't an uncommon sound in the hospital as of late. Misaki had walked around once or twice lately to get food or water for herself and Haruki, as the hospital was understaffed, and while doing so had heard sobbing coming from various rooms. Whether having received news of a loved one dying or finding out about their own injuries, the village residents were filled with grief and horror.
"What? Run out there and died? Then we'd be crying about you, and your teammates wouldn't have you to cry for them. Do you think they wanted you dead?" Haruki asked Kaori. Her voice was firm, but caring.
"Y-you don't know that! I c-could have d-done something. W-we all could have gotten away!" Kaori argued even as her throat swelled from crying so much.
"Maybe, maybe not. It's too late for regrets now. Regret won't undo the past. Besides, none of us got away unscathed. I'm stuck in a bed and even Rei is stuck in a bed," Haruki kept talking calmly, shooting down Kaori's arguments gently. "You do know that Kou-kun was injured too right?"
"I-I..." Kaori started crying more, losing the ability to speak as her tears overwhelmed her. She nodded though.
"You're alive and unhurt. We need people like you to be strong for the rest of us right now. You're one of the strong ones among us now. We're going to need you for a while." Haruki patted Kaori on the head as the girl sniffled.
"I... I don't want to be the strong one." She hiccuped. "I-I..."
"And I don't want to be stuck in bed. But I have Misa-nee. Is Kou going to have you?" Haruki gently pushed Kaori back so she could see her face, which was incredibly red and puffy now. Kaori's face was already a bit more round, so she looked incredibly pathetic now. Kaori just hung her head, simply looking defeated. "Well? Will he?"
"Yes..." Kaori muttered weakly.
"Then he's a lucky man." Haruki smiled and let Kaori slowly slide off the bed.
"No-"
"Don't argue with me." Haruki frowned. She wondered why grieving people seemed to also be self-loathing. She supposed it was the feeling of helplessness. If Misaki had been hurt and she'd been unable to stop it maybe she'd be the same way.
=1 Week Later=
Haruki had been home for a few days now, and most of the pain was gone, though she still felt a little weak. She got tired much more quickly than usual and slept a lot, but for the most part her injury had healed, in large part due to medical ninjutsu.
"I think I'm gonna go for a jog..." Haruki mumbled while lying on her bed.
"What? No! You're still recovering!" Misaki frowned, not agreeing with that idea at all.
"If I keep laying around I'll become fat and lazy and unattractive!" Haruki grumbled. "I already feel myself getting less fit! I need to move! I'm a ninja dammit! I already had to miss the Hokage's funeral of all things!"
"They said you could start light training again next week. Next week," Misaki said adamantly.
"Gah! It's like a brought home a nurse with me!" Haruki whined and then scowled at Misaki.
"Deal with it, no running!" Misaki put her hands on her hips. "Or jogging." She corrected before Haruki said something clever.
"Hmmm... you being all bossy is a huge turn on. Maybe we can do a different form of physical activity. Together..." Haruki licked her lips. Misaki was caught off guard by this and her face started burning red.
"Wh-what! N-no way! That's almost as bad!" Misaki looked away to hide her blush.
"Oooh, what were you thinking. Naughty girl..." Haruki giggled. Misaki stiffened, feeling horribly embarrassed at this point.
"Sh-shut up..." Misaki bit her lip.
"Misa-nee... come here..." Haruki spoke in a sing-song voice that made Misaki's heart rate skyrocket. She'd said it in just the right way to excite her. She found it impossible to resist and crawled over next to Haruki on the bed.
"Wh-what?" Misaki asked, unable to meet Haruki's eyes. She was on her hands and knees, and was wearing a loose tank top that Haruki could see straight down at the moment.
"Ooh, nice view." Haruki reached up and tugged on Misaki's shirt collar before letting it snap back a little, though it wasn't elastic. It was however embarrassing and Misaki clutched at her shirt with one hand obscuring "the view."
"You're such a pervert," Misaki muttered.
"No, if I was a pervert I'd tell you to go put on that hot, little, white undersuit and shake your hips for me... actually that's not a bad idea since I'm mostly stuck in bed," Haruki mused, practically drooling at the thought.
"Haruki!" Misaki suddenly turned away so she was sitting on the edge of Haruki's bed and not looking at her sister. However, Haruki could move now, and Misaki soon realized that the girl was now on her knees behind her. Haruki started rubbing Misaki's shoulders which made her decide to forgive Haruki's perversion so long as she didn't stop. Then her ear got nibbled. "H-Haruki... wh-what are you doing?"
"Having fun." Haruki breathed into Misaki's ear.
"Just... j-just don't... go... crazy..." Misaki mumbled quietly as Haruki's hands and teeth worked their magic. She moaned, or whined, when Haruki suddenly stopped rubbing her shoulders, but gasped when Haruki grabbed her breasts. She didn't necessarily mind, especially not in the mood Haruki had put her in, but it was a little embarrassing because-
"Mmm, you still have a lot of growing to do..." Haruki chuckled as she rubbed, squeezed, and generally groped at Misaki's less than substantial breasts. Misaki was off to a slow start and her chest barely warranted a bra at the moment. Haruki on the other hand was working her way through the B-cup range and was still going strong.
"I-I'm... warning you..." Misaki tried to sound angry, or at least annoyed, but her body was sending too many pleasure signals at the moment so it was hard. She shrieked in surprise when Haruki grabbed her under her arms and dragged her fully onto the bed before jumping on top of her and straddling her hips.
"You're such a good nurse Misa-nee. I'm feeling better already!" Haruki said energetically and then bit her lip as she looked at her flustered sister beneath her. Her hair was now in disarray and her shirt was wrinkled and showing a little of her midriff. Haruki suddenly grabbed at her own shirt and whipped it off and threw it to the side, leaving her in her bra and pajama pants. "And I'm sorry for teasing you. You can play with mine if you want..." Haruki actually blushed a bit now. They'd only more recently started exploring each others' bodies to that extent.
"H-Haruki..." Misaki's mind was racing. Haruki on top of her. Shirtless. Touchable. Misaki's body was fit and athletic, but Haruki's was amazing. They were still young, and Misaki could only fathom how Haruki would grow. Misaki wondered if she'd ever catch up...
"Misa-nee?" Haruki blinked, confused. Misaki wasn't moving. She was just staring at her. Haruki was actually starting to feel self-conscious. Had her body deteriorated already? Did Misaki not want to touch her? She couldn't help but glance away, her face turning more red in a rare display of embarrassment and shyness.
She shuddered a little and looked back at Misaki when she felt hands touch her. Misaki had finally placed her hands on Haruki's hips. She then began to slowly slide them up Haruki's stomach.
"Mmmm..." Haruki let out pleasured sounds at her sister's touch. She could even feel as Misaki's hands began to tremble as they neared Haruki's breasts. Haruki smiled and took Misaki's left hand in her right, and then placed in on her right breast, causing Misaki to gasp a little. She'd felt her sister's breasts before, but somehow it was like experiencing the event for the first time all over again. Misaki bit her lip with Haruki took her right hand and did the same for the left breast.
Misaki was at a loss now. She was touching her sister's breasts, but what was she supposed to do? Squeeze them? Jiggle them? She decided to try squeezing since that seemed easiest and didn't look stupid in her head. She heard Haruki gasp a little and then giggle. It seemed Haruki hadn't actually expected Misaki to do much of anything.
"U-umm..." Misaki looked away. Now she felt silly anyway. Laying there with her sister on top of her, arms outstretched and attached to said sister's boobs. Also said sister was now laughing.
"What's wrong. Don't stop..." Haruki grinned and squeezed with her own hand, Misaki's hand under it, and gasped again at the pressure on her breast. "M-more..." Misaki felt a little awkward, but obeyed and squeezed with both hands. She became mesmerized at the expression on Haruki's face: red, lips parted slightly and eyes shut. Haruki's breathing became heavier and she let out small moans at Misaki's touch. That first time Misaki had touched Haruki's breasts out of desire had been nothing like this. Haruki had been outgrowing her final pairs of A-cup bras and had been fully dressed, and there had been no squeezing involved.
This time though, both could feel each others' skin. Haruki moaned a little louder as Misaki put down a bit more pressure than before. Haruki was new to these kinds of feelings and stopped letting Misaki be in control. Her own hands still in place she essentially pleasured herself by controlling her sister's hands. Misaki wasn't sure what to make that, but she couldn't look away for as awkward as it was, she also enjoyed what she was seeing and feeling, even if she felt a bit dirty.
Haruki suddenly stopped however, her breathing heavy. She let go of Misaki's hands and stared down at the girl with a strange little smile, her eyes filled with desire. She leaned down and began kissing Misaki greedily. Misaki moved to wrap her arms around her and kiss her back, for kissing was something she was fully used to be now, but she was stopped.
"K-keep... going..." Haruki panted, looking deep into Misaki's eyes, before Misaki could take her hands from Haruki's breasts.
"O-OK..." Misaki mumbled nervously. She felt a bit weird touching her sister's breasts for so long and in such a way, but as she gave them another light squeeze, she saw the look on her sister's face and decided to obey. Haruki lowered her head and touched their foreheads together, breathing heavily. Misaki could feel her sister's hot breath wash over her face, which was not unpleasant. Haruki then kissed her again deeply, wildly, passionately, and they kept it up for nearly an hour.
-3 Hours Later-
It was strange. Their moments together were growing increasingly hot and heavy, having just peaked, and yet they always ended strangely. It felt like something was missing. They generally stopped when they got tired, bored, or were simply overheating such as the case just now. In fact that was the only reason they both had their shirts and pants off. Furthermore, all that breast groping and Haruki had never actually touched Misaki there again. She wondered if Haruki had been lost in her own pleasure and forgotten, or if her body was simply not enough for Haruki yet.
Haruki had fallen asleep and Misaki was laying on her side, looking at her. She was still recovering after all, and their intense make-out session had been enough to drain her of her stamina. Misaki ran her hand through Haruki's long, silky, pink locks of hair as they lay there. Haruki was only in her underwear, so Misaki had a nagging voice in the back of her head telling her to stroke other places. She wondered if Haruki's perverted nature was starting to rub off on her.
She didn't dislike feeling that way though. It only proved that Misaki was just as attracted to Haruki as Haruki, quite obviously, was to her. Misaki found herself unconsciously listening to the voice. Her absentminded stroking went from Haruki's hair to her back, which when Misaki noticed this she decided it was OK. There was nothing bad about rubbing her sister's back... and she got to enjoy the feel of her smooth, perfect skin. It was when she felt Haruki's panties that she decided she'd gone too far. Her hand traveled below Haruki's hips and all the way down to her butt before she quickly pulled away and decided it was time to stop touching her sister before she got carried away again.
They'd stopped kissing nearly two hours ago, but she was still a little worked up. That and with Haruki's perfect body exposed and for the taking, Misaki was too tempted. She needed some air. Her usually non-existent greedy side was not to be denied though. She leaned in towards the sleeping Haruki and kissed her, taking it beyond a quick peck on the lips. It took a lot of willpower to pull away after a few seconds so she wouldn't wake Haruki up, though she suspected Haruki waking up to that would simply start round two.
She realized that the kiss might have been a bad idea because now her heart was really racing again. However, she quietly slipped out of bed and into the hall where she leaned against he wall and slid down to the floor. She could feel the coolness of the floorboards against her butt and through her panties. Even the wall was cool to the touch against the bare skin of her back. Considering how hot she was, it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. Between summer and her recent activities, sitting in an air-conditioned hallway was a nice feeling. She may have been nearly naked, but there wasn't really anyone around to see her.
Now that she was calming down, she felt a bit bad. She had gotten carried away and risked her sister's health by doing all that. She didn't think anything bad had happened, but shouldn't she have refrained just in case? She was supposed to take care of her sister...
"Gah! It's like a brought home a nurse with me!" "You're such a good nurse Misa-nee. I'm feeling better already!" Suddenly her sister's words flashed through her head. It gave her an idea...
-2 Days Later-
"Are you sure? That seems like such a... lowly position for someone in this family. I was reluctant to let you and your sister become ninja in the first place! You're the only heirs of this family!" their mother said.
"Don't be silly! She's finally picking a direction for herself!" their father said.
"Yes, but... a medic-nin?"
"The legendary sannin Tsunade was one wasn't she?"
"I-"
"I already signed up for the training," Misaki interrupted them. "I start today."
"WHAT! Y-you can't just make these dec-" their mother seemed furious.
"I can and I did. I'm a ninja, that makes me considered an adult for all intents and purposes. Also you're civilians, you have very limited say on what I can and can't do now." Misaki was the good girl, the obedient one, so needless to say her parents were shocked. "Haruki nearly died and I was the one who was there to take care of her, not you! I'll make sure it never happens again, because you obviously won't!" Part of her regretted it, but just thinking of Haruki being stabbed made her incredibly emotional. Without waiting for an answer she stormed off. It was early, but she might as well head for her first class.
Another thing was bothering her. Her father had seemed supportive, but...
"...She's finally picking a direction for herself..."
What exactly did her parents think of her? They never spoke like that around Haruki. Just how far into her sister's shadow had she fallen?
-1 Week Later-
Misaki dragged herself home late at night again. Being the model student of the medic-nin trainees was pure hell. They hadn't taken long to find out about her rich family, so it seemed she had to try twice as hard to prove she was willing to work just as hard as they were. In reality, she was probably trying three times as hard, not that many of them could see it. The better she did and the more questions their trainers asked that she could answer, the more they all seemed to hate her. They thought she was an arrogant know it all, but she just wanted to prove to herself that she could do this and take care of her sister.
This meant she was an exhausted wreck. It also meant she was unable to resist when Haruki ambushed her and threw her against a wall. Part of her wanted to say no because she was too tired, another part of her was too tired to do that and figured just letting her sister do whatever she wanted would be easier than arguing about it; and at least that would feel good. However despite the aggressive welcoming home, Haruki simply looked her over and pulled away.
"Dammit..." Haruki grumbled and sighed.
"Huh?" A tired Misaki blinked in confusion.
"I keep waiting for you to come home in a nurse outfit," Haruki muttered dejectedly, clearly disappointed. She'd probably been having weird fantasies since she found out about Misaki's training.
". . . ugh. . ." Misaki hung her head at learning what it was all about. "You're insane."
"And you're never around anymore. I'm lonely!" Haruki scowled in frustration. "And by lonely I mean... you know..."
"Dammit Haruki." Misaki sighed and leaned in to kiss her sister. She held it for a moment and then pulled away. "I'm going to bed. You have five minuted to give me a massage or something and then I need to sleep." She shook her head and headed to her room. Haruki stared after her sister in confusion, but decided not to complain.
"Can't you at least sway your hips a little? This isn't as sexy as it should be!" Haruki complained as she followed her sister. When Misaki stripped down to her underwear before climbing into bed, all complaining quickly halted.
-4 Month Later-
Misaki had shown up incredibly early for her latest class. She was getting the hang of things and was easily the top of her class. She always showed up early and stayed late. She wouldn't leave until she understood everything covered in a training session. Sometimes she'd practically hold an instructor hostage to do so. She showed up early to review on her own and read well ahead in her text books. At this point, some of the instructors were slowly warming up to her, realizing she was the kind of student most instructors would kill to have in their class. To fellow students, she was either hated out of jealousy, or a study buddy sent by the gods. That said she rarely actually let people study with her, she usually felt they held her back, though sometimes she'd agree, often out of pity.
This particular morning, she was yawning her way though the chapters that she figured would be covered in the next lesson. She was surprised to hear the door to the room open. She usually arrived well over an hour before the first few students would trickle in. She was doubly surprised to see that one, she didn't recognize the girl who walked in, two, she also had pink hair, and three, she actually did recognize her.
However, she decided her studying was more important and went back to it. About twenty minutes later she was distracted. The newcomer was clearly agonizing over something and was making a bit too much noise for Misaki's liking. She decided this was a good a time as any to satisfy her curiosity over who this girl was and went over.
"Can I help you with something?" Misaki asked. The girl nearly jumped out of her skin, probably not having noticed Misaki as she'd been quietly studying.
"Oh... ummm..." The girl seemed to get distracted at the sight of Misaki's hair for a moment, likely just as surprised to see a fellow girl with pink hair. "Uhh, y-yeah. Do you know this?" She pointed at her book.
"Let's see." Misaki looked down at the text. "I..." Her eyes shot wide. She... had absolutely no clue. She didn't even recognize the book. The stuff was way ahead of where she was. "Uhh... wh-where did you even get this book?"
"Oh... Tsunade gave it to me," she replied.
"What?" Misaki's jaw dropped.
"Oh, yeah, I'm her apprentice." The girl giggled nervously.
"WHAT?" Misaki nearly tripped despite the fact that she was standing still. "Wh-why are you even in this class?"
"Oh. Err, she's busy... with stuff." For some reason the girl frowned at that. "So I figured I'd just come to one of the classes here instead."
"Heh, I guess this class isn't advanced enough then..." Misaki glanced away. This girl was easily two years younger and yet was miles ahead of her. Not to mention Misaki's training had started before Tsunade had shown up. It was a humbling experience to say the least.
"Yeah. Sorry..." The girl smiled.
"H-hey... uhhh... w-why don't I help you anyway? Between the two of us I'm sure we can figure it out. And it might help me learn faster," Misaki suggested.
"Err, I guess..." The girl seemed unenthusiastic about the idea. She probably thought Misaki was trying to take advantage of her, which she was, but she was sure the girl had different ideas about what Misaki's motives were. Regardless, she had agreed. They had over an hour to look at the book, and they soon started understanding the material, though there was a bit of a gap between where the book was and where Misaki was. The girl, who turned out to be named Sakura, was helpful though. She filled in what gaps she could, though some things were too complicated to be easily explained.
When the class finally started, everyone was likely wondering the same thing: did pink hair translate into exceptional adeptness at medical ninjutsu? First Misaki was the star student, and then Tsunade's apprentice also had pink hair.
-7 Hours Later-
After class, Misaki stayed late as usual and was surprised that Sakura stayed with her. She even helped her understand the latest material.
"Hey, Sakura, can I ask you something?" Misaki asked when they were done studying the material.
"How did I become Tsunade' student?" Sakura guessed.
"No... well, kinda, but no," Misaki said. "Why did you want to become a medic-nin? You must have a good reason, you're obviously pushing yourself."
"Oh... that." Sakura went quiet. She shook her head, "L-let's just say I was tired of my friends being hurt while I sat back and was useless." Misaki could tell she was leaving out certain specific details, but didn't press the issue. "Err, wh-what about you?"
Misaki should have seen that coming, "Me? Well, during the invasion... my sister almost died. I had to carry her to the hospital. All I could do was hope I ran fast enough," she said quietly. "She lived, but it was still terrible. I can't just keep fighting and hoping that's enough... so now I'm here."
"I see... well at least you fought. I couldn't even pull that off." Sakura hung her head.
"Well you convinced a sannin to train you, that's something," Misaki tried to lighten the mood.
"That's only because of who my teammate is. If not for him Tsunade wouldn't even have looked at me." She sighed.
"Your... Oh! That crazy blond kid!" Misaki said. "Right, that's why I recognized you."
"Huh?" Sakura looked confused. "You... wait... you look familiar too."
"Heh, yeah. You probably remember my sister..." Misaki chuckled. She had finally been convinced by her sister to let her go out for a walk back when she'd been recovering. Misaki had gone with her. On the way they'd run into the crazy kid and his team. Haruki had of course freaked out and started fawning over him. The kid had been quite taken aback at first and Misaki had thought he wold try to run away from her seemingly psychotic sister. To her surprise he'd instead recovered from the initial shock and returned the enthusiasm tenfold. He'd seemed quite ecstatic to learn he had a fan.
"Oh... right... her." Sakura blinked. "Guh, Naruto didn't shut up for like an hour about that one."
"I can see how my sister might have that affect." Misaki obviously assumed Naruto had been excited to have an attractive woman be his fan.
"Well... yeah. I think he was just excited that anyone would be excited to see him." Sakura shrugged. "He was a total loser in the academy." That caught Misaki off guard.
"Oh..." She blinked. "Well, uh, thanks for helping me. I guess you'll probably be going back to learning from Tsunade now." She laughed nervously. She really wished this girl would stick around. She didn't care about doing well in class, she just wanted to learn the material so she could protect her sister.
"Yeah... but... ugh, the woman is brilliant but she's the Hokage so she's busy. And really... grumpy. I have to study on my own a lot. What I mean is I'm usually just studying, and I understand your motivation. You seem smart too... so..." Sakura shrugged.
"Wait. You mean I could... you would?" Misaki was at a loss for words. Was she really this lucky? This would be like indirectly learning from a sannin!
"Yeah, I don't mind as long as you don't slow me down too much. I don't mean that in a mean way, but..."
"Heh, until today I was the top student in the class. I know the feeling." Misaki smiled. "Don't worry! I'll do my best not to hold you back!"
-1 Hour Later-
"Haruki! You won't believe it!" Misaki burst into her sister's room, causing the girl to jump up in surprise.
"Gah, are you trying to kill me? Sheesh, what?" Haruki clutched her chest as her heart tried to slow down after the sudden jolt.
"Remember that crazy kid?" Misaki asked.
"Oh my god yes! Did you get his autograph or something?" Haruki suddenly got over being upset about the scare.
"No, he's not even in the village anymore apparently. But I met his teammate!" Misaki explained.
"Oh... and?" Haruki frowned in disappointment.
"She's Tsunade's apprentice! And she's letting me study with her!" Misaki beamed with excitement. "I don't know what exactly I'll learn, but I'll definitely be a good medic and take care of you!"
"Oh calm down! I don't have a life threatening illness, I don't need a doctor constantly watching over me." Haruki crossed her arms. "Is she cute?"
"What?" Misaki was caught off guard.
"Is. She. Cute?" Haruki repeated.
"No. She's hideous. Not your type at all." Misaki rolled her eyes.
"Liar. You're just keeping me away from her!" Haruki suddenly glared. "Are you cheating on me?"
"What? No!" Misaki was appalled at the accusation. "She's too young anyway."
"Oh really? How old?" Haruki tapped her foot.
"I don't know, 12, maybe 13..." Misaki shrugged.
"I'd hit it." Haruki smirked.
"HARUKI!" Misaki stomped her foot, aggravated by Haruki's response.
"What? She's only two-ish years younger. The age gap between our parents is bigger." Haruki then chuckled. "We were that age when we started..."
"What? Are you gonna cheat on me?" Misaki stared at her sister questioningly.
"No. But it might be interesting if we had a friend join us." Haruki grinned.
"Oh for... you are such a pervert!" Misaki face-palmed and sighed.
"Hey, isn't she that pink haired girl?" Haruki suddenly remembered. "Ha! We'd make the perfect threesome!"
"Sh-shut up already!" Misaki groaned loudly. "I'm never letting you near her..."
"Greedy."
"STOP IT!"
I was planning to write more, but I couldn't think of anything. I will tell you that this is the end of the flashback portion. I was actually gonna give up on this fic, largely out of frustration for not thinking of a good ending for this chapter, but the person I'm writing this for would be sad if I did that.
I'm such a sap...
Next chapter we go back to the future (AT 88 MPH!) and slowly crawl closer to the main plot.