SOMEWHERE IN THE FORESTS OF THE MIST VILLAGE
'Finally!' thought Arii, slashing his way with his katana through the thick foliage in the forests. 'Perfect! I finally get some time alone.'
Arriving at a small, but well hidden, clearing, Arii walked over and sat down with his back to a mighty oak tree and loosened the rope that held up his pants. Grinning, he palmed open his pants and freed his erection, grasping it at the base. As he pumped his shaft lazily, letting his mind drift back to the dream he had the previous night. Imagining Roiku's hand on his length instead of his, it didn't take him long to get off.
After he cleaned his hands off, he pulled his pants up and tied his belt, standing up. Then, he went off to hunt.
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LATER THAT DAY
After dinner, Arii and Roiku lay about their campsite, full from their meal of dear meat, completely content. Even though content, Arii was nervous. He had something he needed to get off his chest. Something really important.
"R-Roiku?" he stuttered.
"Yeah, Arii?" came the lazy reply.
"I have something to tell you. I-"
Just then, a kunai flew past Arii and embedded itself in Roiku's arm.
"God DAMN!" cried Roiku.
"Look what we have here," came an amused voice, a man dressed in black materializing in front of the two rogues.
"Saku!" growled Arii. "What the hell is your problem?! What do you want from us?"
"You, of course." Saku said as if it was obvious.
"WHAT?!" shrieked Arii. "Are you mad?"
"Yes, yes I am!" cackled Saku. With a flick out his wrist, Arii and Roiku were tied up, back to back, and a cloud of smoke erupted as Saku used a teleportation jutsu.