Chapter 6 – Boxers VS Panties

A/N: Thanks for the reviews everyone, please continue to do so and tell me what you think! Alas, updates might slow down a bit because I've gone back to school. My holiday ended recently. Oh well. Panty style Jutsu galore!

The girls chatted away happily about their new hero, sitting about Ino's room dressed in heart-patterned boxers and white shirts. They had even persuaded Hinata to do it, even if there weren't any of her exact size, her shirt looking more like a skirt and her boxers slipped down to her thighs often. A good portion of their legs were bare, showing off their skin. It was indeed a needlessly sexy scene.

However, Hinata strongly declined to hug onto any Boxer-sama merchandise, feeling it was much too embarrassing for her, and she really didn't 'admire' Boxer-sama as much as the others. The others clung onto their Boxer-sama items mercilessly, holding pillows between their legs, hugging them ecstatically.

"Come on, Hinata, you should join our conversation!" Tenten encouraged, putting her hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure you know something about Boxer-sama!"

"Yeah, Hinata! It feels like you're not having a lot of fun," Ino replied, as everyone nodded in agreement.

"U-Um, well," Hinata blushed shyly from the attention, covering her mouth with her hands. "I don't really know much…"

"Well, do you have any questions about him, then?" Sakura asked. "Maybe if you knew more about him you'd be able to talk about him with us more."

Hinata thought to herself for a moment. "Well, there is one thing…"

"What is it? Ask us anything!" Temari replied, slapping her chest. "I'm sure that I'll be able to answer almost anything about Boxer-sama!"

Hinata looked up at them shyly, her milky white eyes filled with a subtle hope. "Do… Do you know who Boxer-sama really is?"

The other girls stared at her for a moment, unsure of how to reply.

Tenten scratched her head. "Well, I haven't really got much of clue. We know he's a Konoha ninja because he wears the forehead protector…"

"And we know he's a male," Temari added with a sexy grin. "A very sexy male."

"From his body structure, he should be around our age too," Sakura calculated, remembering his manly proportions from the hot spring incident.

Ino scratched her chin in thought. "That means it's very much possible that Boxer-sama is someone we know. Possibly one of our teammate, too."

"Maybe it's Neji-kun!" Tenten said hopefully. "He would be strong enough to be Boxer-sama!"

"Or it could be Sasuke-kun!" Ino and Sakura yelled, almost provokingly.

"Maybe it's Shikamaru…" Temari thought out aloud to herself, which resulted in blank stares from the others. "W-What?" she said in defense. "Shikamaru's pretty good… Isn't he?"

They stared at her, then suddenly burst into a fit of laughter.

"Temari loves Shikamaru!" the girls chanted playfully, causing Temari to blush.

"I bloody well do not! I need someone hunky and good looking like Boxer-sama!" she huffed as the others broke into more fits of giggles, her face becoming noticeably brighter.

"Um, actually…" Hinata mumbled, playing with her fingers. "W-What if… What if it's Naruto-kun…?"

The other all slowly stopped laughing, and looked at Hinata curiously.

"Naruto?" Ino replied in disbelief. "Maybe in another universe!"

"Sure, he's pretty strong, I guess" Sakura replied. "But he couldn't possibly be strong enough to be Boxer-sama."

"What made you think it would be that guy, anyway?" Tenten asked in wonder. Unlike in Temari's case, they didn't suspect that Hinata could've liked Naruto. Rather, they didn't believe anyone could like him. They could at least picture someone going for Shikamaru as he at least had redeeming qualities. In the girls' eyes, Naruto had none whatsoever.

"N-Nothing in particular… I guess…" Hinata replied, playing with her fingers quietly. She was glad they didn't catch on to her feelings.

"Well, I'm putting my money on Sasuke-kun!" Sakura proclaimed. "That means if I make Sasuke-kun mine, then I also make Boxer-sama mine!"

"Oh no you don't! Boxer-sama will be mine!" Ino fought back. "And I'll claim Sasuke to get him before you!"

Sasuke would have probably enjoyed having the attention back, until he found out why, at least.

"Hmm, that means I should go for Neji-kun then!" Tenten said, determination in her eyes.

Neji would have probably felt just as disgraced as Sasuke.

"…" Temari thought to herself quietly, devising ways to capture Shikamaru and make him show her his Boxer-sama look in the seclusion of a bedroom.

Boxer-sama had, at first, intrigued them away from their youthful crushes. But now, the mystery of his true identity was making them wonder who Boxer-sama was in reality, and if he was actually someone they knew, or even worked with on their team.

Hinata, however, returned to being sullenly quiet, her thoughts drifting. 'I guess I was imagining it…' she thought with a sigh.

Boxer-sama hopped along the roofs, following the map that Jiraiya had given him towards the district where the panty thief was at large. Unknown to Boxer-sama, it just happened to be the district where Ino's home and flower shop was located and where a certain group of girls just happened to be having a sleepover.

He landed on top of one of the taller building's roofs looking around cautiously. A sudden gust of wind had him slowly sucking in for a sneeze.

"Ha-… Ha-…. HA-CHOO!" he yelped, snot trickling down his nose as he grabbed his arms and shivered. "Mou, walking around in underwear in this cold sucks…" he moaned. However, his moaning was interrupted when he heard someone running swiftly below. He dropped to his stomach to blend in with the roof and peeked down.

"That must be the guy…" Boxer-sama muttered. He saw a fairly tubby man, clad in black fabric and carrying something resembling a laundry basket on his back. Boxer-sama's eyes, stronger than your average due to his fox-like abilities, noticed a pink piece of clothing sticking out of the basket's lid, confirming his suspicions.

The panty thief began to slow down, and Boxer-sama watched as he slowly made his way towards the front of a homely flower shop, with a lit window upstairs. The panty thief looked up eagerly, shaking in excitement. Boxer-sama rolled his eyes.

"I still don't see the fun in taking panties…" he mumbled to himself. "Why not just buy some at a shop or something if you want them so bad…"

Boxer-sama obviously didn't understand the pervert's undying quest for used girl's underwear.

Boxer-sama stood up, remembering the snot on his face and wiping it off with the back of his hand. "Well, time to take him on!" he yelled, leaping down. Boxer-sama landed behind the panty thief, the street trailing off to his sides.

"Hey you!" Boxer-sama called out, pointing at him, staring him down with his red eyes. "I'm here to take you in!"

The pervert stopped shaking, turning around slowly. From this distance he could see the man was quite old, his hair thinned out and white, poking out of the sock-like balaclava covering his facial features. "Boxer-sama…" he said mockingly. "How sad. They sent a guy in underwear to take in a guy who steals underwear!"

Even through the pervert's mask, Boxer-sama could clearly hear his voice – while aged and raspy, he even managed to sound perverted.

"Shut up, you!" Boxer-sama yelled in annoyance. "I hate perverts like you!"

"You're one to talk, running around in your undies!"

Boxer-sama was tired of talking, and leapt at him. He drew his fist back, ready to hit him, but the pervert was fast, jumping up and avoiding Boxer-sama easily. Boxer-sama landed and looked up cautiously, and had he not been wearing his headgear, his jaw would've fallen off and hit the floor. He saw the panty thief floating in the air, descending slowly like a leaf off a tree. On his back was a parachute, but it was no ordinary parachute. It was made up entirely of lingerie. Popping out of his laundry basket, it had a variety of things: bras, panties, stockings, and all different kinds. Some were for children, some for adults. He even had underwear intended for the elderly. Boxer-sama pointed at him in disgust.

"You are one sick man!" he groaned, feeling like he was going to throw up. "Even kids? Hell, even grannies?"

The aging pervert stared back at him coldly. "Shut up, you! You can't understand the life of a pervert! We don't have girlfriends! A girl would rather die than sleep with us! That's why we become perverts! You don't know what it's like!" he groaned, displaying his reasons much like practically every other criminal and bad guy Naruto had ever taken on.

"Shut up, idiot! You don't have a girlfriend because you're a pervert! Now get down here so I can beat your ass up!"

The pervert glared at him angrily. He quickly pulled apart his parachute, landing to the floor. They had now switched sides from where they had been initially. "I'm going to teach you not to mess with perverts, you underwear freak!"

"You're the underwear freak!" Boxer-sama yelled back in exasperation, but he had more important things to worry about when the pervert began forming seals.

"Try this!" the pervert yelled as he formed his final seal.

"Panty Shield no Jutsu!"

The basket on the pervert's back began to shake violently, as lingerie pieces began to fly out of it and soar into the air, controlled by chakra. They began falling around him, building up like a perverted brick wall, surrounding him. Soon, he was encased in a dome made entirely of women's undergarments. Boxer-sama couldn't help but shudder in discomfort.

"You can't hurt me like this!" he yelled triumphantly.

"We'll see!" Boxer-sama yelled, running at him once again. He threw a punch at the shield, his hand sinking through. "Ha! Your shield's not as great as you thought!"

"Oh really?" he mocked. Boxer-sama suddenly noticed that the underwear had begun to grip around his wrist tightly, locking it in place.

"What the…?" Boxer-sama punched in his other hand in an attempt to free his captured hand, but only succeeding in trapping both of them.

The pervert walked up to the other side of the underwear barrier, staring at Naruto with a grin. "You can't beat a pervert! NOBODY CAN BEAT A PERVERT!"

The thief raised his arms, his hands glowing with chakra. Suddenly, the dome began to spin madly, bringing Boxer-sama along with it. It spun and spun, peeling Boxer-sama's legs off the ground as he spun with it. With a flick of the pervert's wrists, the underwear shield shattered, underwear flying all over the place, and sending Boxer-sama flying. He crashed hard into one of the town's walls, slumping to the ground.

"It's not over yet!" he yelled, motioning with his hands once more. The underwear all began floating up in the air. Boxer-sama groggily blinked up at him, seeing him finish more seals.

"Panty Rain no Jutsu!"

He threw his arms down, towards Boxer-sama's direction. Moving like bullets, the miscellaneous pieces of women's wear headed in Boxer-sama's direction, crashing into him with surprising force. Smoke and debris flew in the air as Boxer-sama was pummeled deeper into the wall by bra after panty after stocking.

When everything cleared, Boxer-sama was imbedded into the wall in a daze.

"Panty Prison no Jutsu!"

Nearby pieces of lingerie rose once again, attaching themselves around Boxer-sama's arms, securing him in place.

"I'll show you my best trick before I kill you," he smirked. "And then I'm going to head into that flower shop, where my pervert-sense (yes, perverts do have something like this… Not that I know from experience…) told me there was an all-girls party going on! And I'm going to take their panties… And do this…"

He began to slowly rub an invisible pair of panties onto his face.

"… And this…"

Then he started sniffing it in, a perverted look plastered to his face.

"… And this…"

He slowly began stuffing the invisible underwear into his mouth, before Boxer-sama finally couldn't quietly watch anymore.

"You dirty, freaky pervert!" Boxer-sama yelled with a blush. The pervert's antics were filling his mind with strange dirty things he didn't want to think about. He struggled madly, but the underwear proved too strong, holding him down easily. There were just too many panties for one man.

"Ah, I'm sorry!" he said sarcastically, looking back at Boxer-sama. "I said I'd show you my final technique…" He began to form new seals once more.

"Panty Sword no Jutsu!"

Boxer-sama watched in horror, and icky discomfort, as remaining pieces of underwear that weren't tasked to holding him gathered to his hand, forming a large, medieval-like broadsword. Well, other than the fact that it was made up entirely of underwear. Surprisingly, it was quite sharp.

"I'll send you to panty heaven, before I send you to hell!" he said sadistically, as he broke into a run, raising his panty sword. Boxer-sama, ignoring the fact that he was exceptionally freaked out, thought fast, and had an idea.

Just as the panty thief was about to strike, Boxer-sama kicked his feet off the back wall, flipping as though he was doing a backflip. As he did, the sword came crashing down at him. But because of his move, what would've cleaved him into two pieces instead cut him along the back, a diagonal trail of blood appeared on his back, seeping into his now ripped shirt. It wasn't lethal, but it was very deep, and Boxer-sama knew that if he didn't end this quick, the blood loss would. He cried out in pain, slumping back down to his original position in a heap, a bewildered old pervert staring at him, slightly annoyed at his resistance..

"How foolish of you," the pervert scolded. "It could've been less painful if I just finished you off. But no matter, you're done now!"

He raised his sword once more, and Boxer-sama didn't know what else to do. He shut his eyes, bracing himself for the end.

But what he heard instead, and felt, was a sudden gust of wind, blowing the pervert away, as well as blowing all the panties off his hands. He fell to the floor in surprise, wondering what had happened. That's when he turned and almost screamed out in shock.

Once again, there stood the girls he knew, except this time Temari was also there, wielding her large fan, which she obviously just used to blow the pervert away. To Boxer-sama's surprise, they were dressed in a similar fashion to himself.

It turned out that they had heard the crashing noises made during their fight.

FLASHBACK

A sudden crash was heard, which, unbeknownst to them, was Boxer-sama being thrown into the wall by violent pieces of panties.

"You wouldn't believe how big the rats are around here!" Ino told them. "They were probably just playing outside!"

"Playing? That was a pretty loud bang, you know," Sakura said matter-of-factly.

The other girls glared at her uncertainly. Then they heard the drum-like rhythm made by the panty bullets.

"Err… The rats had too much coffee?"

The girls, still clad in boxers and white shirts, glared at the pervert with evil eyes.

"You perverted scumbag! How dare you hurt our Boxer-sama?" Temari yelled, pointing at him with her fan.

The panty thief clambered to his feet in a rage. "You fools! I would've just stolen your laundry and be done with it! But it looks like you want to get hurt!"

The girls smiled at him evilly. Except Hinata, who blushed furiously and hid behind the others.

"Oh, we know exactly how to deal with perverts…" Sakura said, cracking her knuckles. "Ready girls?"

Other than Hinata, who was lost in the matter, the other girls nodded. They all either grabbed their boxers or their shirts.

"Flash no Jutsu!"

They all suddenly flicked up or pulled down a piece of their clothing, 'kya'ing and 'iya'ing cutely. The girl's youth-filled, yet well-proportioned bodies, were fully exposed, their curves and build filling the eyes of the pervert. They posed in every sexy pose known, bending over seductively and caressing themselves with moans, a variety of cute and sexy expressions, using all their sex appeal to the limit. Except for Hinata, who stepped back in embarrassment, covering her eyes, but the girls didn't really expect her to do it anyway.

The pervert, caught by surprise, suddenly lost his footing, his nose spurting out substantially. Boxer-sama had looked away instinctively, but even the sounds they made, when combined with his vivid imagination, turned him on, his nose bleeding slightly behind his mask.

"Attack him now, Boxer-sama!" Temari yelled, bringing him back to reality.

"Ah! R-Right!" Boxer-sama nodded, focusing his attention on the panty thief, who was in some sort of perverted daze. He clambered to his feet, running at him while forming seals. "I won't go easy on you even if you're old! I absolutely hate perverts!"

"Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!"

A horde of Boxer-samas appeared, rushing at the pervert, who was too dazed and aroused to fight back, due to a pervert's biggest weakness previously being used against him.

"UUOOO!" the Boxer-sama clones yelled in unison, as they jumped at him one after the one, punching and kicking, and basically beating the crap out of him. After a minute or two of gang-bashing, they disappeared, leaving the real one standing before the knocked out pervert, his various pieces of underwear surrounding him.

Boxer-sama walked over to the girls limply, but suddenly hit the ground, falling to one knee. The girls ran up to help him.

"B-Boxer-sama! Your back!" Sakura yelled in shock. "It looks bad! You've lost a lot of blood!"

"D-Don't worry about that, Sakura…" he swore silently, having used her name again. He finally decided it wouldn't matter so much if he used their names anymore; he had done it too often already. "Don't worry, just call the police and get them over here. I've got to go! See you all later!"

Boxer-sama forced himself onto his feet, and using the last of his willpower, dragged himself away, hopping the rooftops back towards Jiraiya's place. Sakura reluctantly did as she was told, sending for police, and the other girls stood there, smiling dreamily.

"Ahh! I finally got to see Boxer-sama!" Temari squealed. "I wish he stayed back…I'd have totally thrown him down and made out with him!"

"Ehh? He's mine!" Ino argued, pouting.

"Hey! That sexy butt and everything it's connected to belongs to me!" Tenten said, jumping into the fray.

Hinata wasn't listening, thinking more about what she just saw. "Boxer-sama used Kage Bunshin no Jutsu…But… He uses Kage Bunshin too…"

Naruto had somehow managed to make it back to Jiraiya's hut, the bleeding slowing down with the Fox's healing characteristics. However, the wound was grand, and even with the Fox's powers, it would most likely leave a scar…

Jiraiya hurriedly helped Naruto in, cutting Naruto's shirt off and flipping him on his stomach onto his couch. He examined the wound carefully, and after a minute sighed out.

"You'll be fine," Jiraiya said calmly. "The Fox is doing its magic as usual. You'll be back to normal in no time. But it'll probably leave a scar. Not even the Fox would be able to heal that completely."

"I…" Naruto began. "I… took care of the thief…"

Naruto slowly began to doze off, the blood loss and fatigue getting to him. Jiraiya sighed, and began closing the wound with a basic first aid technique he had picked up from Tsunade. He finished by bandaging Naruto's torso and wrapping him in some sheets. He carefully removed Naruto's headgear and set it on a nearby table, then sat on his favorite couch, watching Naruto with a grin.

"Good job, Naruto…"

Something in Naruto's pocket caught his eye. Jiraiya inspected it curiously, tugging at the pink fabric hanging out, causing it to fall into his hand. He raised it to his face, staring at it with an amused, red face.

"Oh, very good job, Naruto!" he cried, hugging the panties to his face with perverted glee.

Naruto's eyes perked open slowly, a yawn accompanying his stretching, until he accidentally stretched a bit too far, causing him to fall off Jiraiya's couch. He rubbed his butt in pain.

"Ow," he mumbled, moving into a sitting position on the floor. His head felt like it was spinning. Recently, by using the Fox's energy so often and for so long, he usually woke up feeling sick and dizzy, a tired feeling coming from inside.

He shot up suddenly, remembering what happened last night. Looking down at his torso, he noticed the crude bandaging across his chest and stomach, slinging over his right shoulder. Unwrapping it messily, he stood in front of Jiraiya's mirror, trying to check his back.

Streaking from the top of his right shoulder down to his lower back was a fairly large scar. He fingered it curiously, causing him to flinch from the speck of pain he recieved.

"I've never had a scar before…" he mumbled to himself. "Guess I've never been cut this deep before."

Naruto looked out the window and saw the sun. Glancing at Jiraiya's clock, he noted it was midday.

"… Midday…" Naruto thought for a moment, then yelled out in shock.

"I WAS SUPPOSED TO MEET KAKASHI-SENSEI AND THE OTHERS FOR OUR MISSION AT NINE! KAKASHI-SENSEI'S GONNA KILL ME!"

Naruto hurriedly threw on his pants and jacket, running out the door as fast as he could.

"Ah, crap, wrong way! Pants on your legs, Naruto! Not on your head!"

As Naruto disappeared towards the scheduled meeting place, Jiraiya had rushed home erratically.

"N-Naruto! We have a problem!" he yelled, waving a newspaper about frantically. But when he looked around, his home was empty. "…This isn't good."

Printed in large letters on the front page of Konoha's daily newspaper was a headline on Boxer-sama, which read:

'BOXER-SAMA TAKES DOWN WORLD-FAMOUS PERVERT! CLUES TO BOXER-SAMA'S TRUE IDENTITY REVEALED!'

When it came to Boxer-sama, the news spread surprisingly fast.

END CHAPTER 6