Simplicity is Complexity
Chapter 10: Foreseen Consequences
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto. What more do you want me to say? Mashin Eiyuuden Wataru is not a series that a dumbass like me can make.
AN: I know that a lot of people do not care about this fiction, but I have to endure and just finish this. Based on what I am seeing here… wow, I just made this into another long, long, really long story. My brain is talented at bullshitting, and which is not a good thing, but I am proud of it… enough… barely enough. Cool? Everyone cool with my justification? Find any problems? No? Yes? Not really? A lot? None whatsoever? Ack, whatever, not like that you guys can really do anything anyway.
Another fun filled perverted chapter by me, because I happen to be a zealous pervert… and a bitch. And thus, my friends, I am offering up my spare time to write out this chapter when I should be playing World of Warcraft. Yes, WoW is such an amazing game. Love the Night Elves, people. If you are as poor as I am, then play private server.
By the way, the statistic thingy in the middle, it was inspired by the 1990 anime Mashin Eiyuuden Wataru 2. Please, don't sue. I did this for the sheer amusement of it.
See you around. Enjoy it like you always do guys. Make Forcie-boy –who is OpForce- happy, arigato! Now… this WoW addict must take flight to await you all on the other side.
By the way, I was writing this in a very bad mood. Be warned.
(Upstairs in the male hotel suite)
Not having me babysit them for an hour or so and they were already getting themselves into shit. When I referred to 'them', I was talking about the guys. What could be expected from my sensei anyway -little or anything if I wanted to speak out my thoughts in such a direct fashion. I was getting to the good part, too. In my novel I meant. I was at the lemon scene where the heroine and the hero confessed their love for another, but the male was not too ready for such a big step to sexual intercourse. The woman, who was named Yukino in the story, unleashed her graceful lust and began to seduce him. Slowly at first, and when he got more comfortable with it, he returned it with passion before he tenderly stripped her out of her clothing. What shocked me was how he aimed for her panties than her bra, and I was somewhat dying to discover what was his goal in doing so. Well, so much for my curiosity, since it was kindly destroyed when I heard Tsunade initiating her deadly rampage from the women's side.
Curse those perverted bastards! Damn that loud witch! Even so, I could find some pleasure out of this. After all, Kyuubi-sensei loved blood just as much as she loved masturbation –surprisingly enough. And please note my soaking sarcasm with some consideration. Being able to see blood was not a right, as I was taught by my demon master, it was a privilege because it determined your strength and showed how desperate I wanted my enemy to perish. The more hate I had, the more I was rewarded at the end. Tasting blood was definitely a sweet little bonus, but simply seeing was equally satisfying sometimes. And although I could not kill anyone today, I supposed this just had to do. Maybe in a several days I could go out hunting some missing-nins or animals and slay them for the sheer fun of it. I had slit my wrists plenty of times just to get some blood, but my wounded parts never left any scars because Kyuubi promised perfect healing if I agreed to taste it.
Hurting my body was so not amusing, because I was willingly offering it than to fight to get it. What was there to grasp if I was inflicting damage to myself? There was no entertainment if the victim didn't fight to protect it… and when they did, taking it away from them after they tried their best was a guaranteed destruction to their pride and dignity as a shinobi or whatever they were. Why should I care now… they were all killed… brutally slaughtered in my master's name.
Call me a sadistic man if you must, but all my dreams before I left were stepped on and burned endlessly until my mind became twisted, as if humans could think they were entitled enough to manipulate other man… or demon. There was once or twice that random folks from Konoha found us during their random hiking trips, and being Konoha inhabitants Jiraiya was kind enough to stay longer to chat. But that was when his mistake started to surface. As soon as Jiraiya left, the men began to show their usual hatred over me. There was no point in elaborating the details… I killed them the instant before Jiraiya came back. When Jiraiya found them dead, I told him we were under attack by thieves and bandits and I wasn't able to save them despite my agility. I knew Jiraiya did not believe me for a second, but he guessed what sort of topic was raised in order to use my army knife to this extent.
I vaguely remembered what they said back then. After all, it had been over a year or two. However, I could not shake off the fact that I kept remembered that I wasn't needed, let alone wanted, in Konoha. I believed that Konoha was much better off without me, and my presence was a nuisance than of help. Although I could see that what they said was not true, I still did not find my existence in my home to be any significance to Tsunade or my friends. I felt like an outsider with no means to remain, and I was much better off finding my own clique than linger around the ones I had currently. The only reason my friends were not complaining my presence was due to their maturity, they just knew how to adapt to these situations and keep quiet. I knew they felt awkward around me –Sakura especially- where they could not get close despite their relentless perseverance.
I was always a guest, and despite that I was 'accepted', they weren't exactly all buddy-buddy with me because I was never friends with them from the start, regrettably. Even though I was not popular by the slightest bit, I sure felt like one who was respect not because of who I am, but due to status as Jiraiya's apprentice. Same ideology applied to Tsunade, and even if, for example, Hanabi, did not like Tsunade as a person, she still would naturally give all her regards and consideration to Tsunade thanks to her title and rank as Hokage.
Pitiful… wasn't it?
I valued my life… somewhat… yet it didn't change my thinking towards how my life was such a low impact to those around me. Perhaps I should've just died than to have my master revive me. Then again, the only reason my bond with my demon master was so strong was because of that.
And if Hinata ever knew about this… it would be the death of me for sure. Yes, Hinata could never ever know about this, and I did not have the mind to elaborate to her from beginning and end any time soon.
We had a really strange relationship, Kyuubi and I. Nowadays, Kyuubi was a rude name to call her, since I was just plainly calling her by a simple, flat fox. She loved it when I referred her by name than master. The name, Anthris, was strictly hers alone.
Our relationship wasn't the same as Jiraiya's where it was all give and take; I had to admit that it was comforting to be with that feminine demon. She was like a girlfriend (in terms that she was a friend that happened to be a girl) that I never had, and a very loving and open one, too. She always wanted to do fun things whenever she felt bored, or perhaps even when she was happy. During the times I was down and depressed, she would appear in my mind to cheer me up with a joke, a kiss, a hug, or something affectionate, something fun. It was similar to what Hinata would do, but there were some differences. The main difference was how direct my demon master was in comparison to Hinata. The Hyuuga princess was very self-conscious, where as Anthris, or Kyuubi, was a risk taker sometimes. She even dared ask me to help her feel like a woman! Would Hinata request something this drastic? I hoped not. Besides, it just wasn't her character do commit such acts.
Yeah, as if Hinata could come up to me with a charming blush saying, "Naruto-kun… please… make love to me…" Not in this lifetime! And did she know how grateful I was to have her timidity as a companion? If she were identical to Sakura, seriously now, I would say, "Let's just be friends and cut this kissing shit."
I guessed it was enough of my pondering for one day. After all, the guys were going through some dilemma just three stories below. I closed my book for a second to steal a glimpse, and I didn't believe that my eyes widened just by a little when I noticed the numbers. Or rather, the lack of it, and I was referring to the number of guys. Shikamaru, Neji, Lee, and Jiraiya were together, but how come I only saw Jiraiya being cornered by the women? What happened to the rest of them? Did they abandon my mentor? Somehow, I was glad that was the reality of the situation. The fear on sensei's face was priceless; it actually made me wish that I possessed a digital camera.
Wait… what was that anyway?
When did I learn a word as technical, advanced, and exceptional as digital? What was digital? How did I apply that to a camera? Wait a second here… What the shit was a camera? Was that the name of that wretched device that took pictures for us? The only time that I ever would encounter one was to get a license for being a ninja or something related to official document that had to have your picture as a form of evidence.
"Jiraiya…" hissed Tsunade dangerously as a cackle was building up inside her. She cracked her knuckles, and she seemed ready to beat the shit out of my mentor. What motivated me to help him? Nothing at all as a matter of fact, it all just so happened to be a despicable coincidence. I wanted this to continue, but I just couldn't have him dead. If he died, who will pay for this trip? I certainly didn't, and that broken barrier looked like it would cost a fortune on its own. Goddamn it… why did it have to turn out this way? Couldn't I get a bloodbath that did not cost so heavily? "You really want to die, do you?"
"I can't believe that you will do such a thing…" hissed Sakura, making a fist so hard that blood came out from her palms.
"And we trusted you!" added Ino, equally ticked off at the fact they had been taken advantage of, "Kono…"
"It wasn't deliberate…" reasoned Jiraiya regardless of how the situation appeared utterly hopeless. "It was an accident… Honest!"
Tenten, out of nowhere, took out a knife. A six-inched blade knife to be exact, and she began to lick the tip of it as her gaze turned murderous. With her being naked with only a towel, her sexiness (her hips especially) was beyond imaginable. Even so, Jiraiya knew this amount of charm meant his death was going to be slower than usual. The glint in the weapon's mistress' eyes resembled a silent, yet sinister tyrant who would not stop until her prey was destroyed –permanently. I didn't want to get on her bad side ever.
"I didn't want to resort to violence," said the weapon mistress, shaving her cheek with the back of her knife repeatedly with a several light pokes during the process. She was an expert with armaments, since she knew where a weak point of a knife was to play with it so dangerously. I was surprised that she could do that without cutting herself. And just observing that display merely told me that her skills with all different weaponry were for real and challenging her was one of the stupidest things to do unless it was mandatory. "But I hadn't seen blood for a long while. My missions had been very boring lately… I haven't used my children in a really long time, too… and I was so afraid that they wouldn't have a chance to play. They feel very weak, empty, and frail without blood, but you have just saved them from their despair. Jiraiya-sama… can you be kind enough to bleed for my babies?" Her voice matched the darkest devils, and my eyes felt like they were going blind from the pitch-black darkness that concealed all vision in the light.
This was Neji's lover? Unbelievably, there was anything but love in her! She was… a monster… an envoy from the eighteenth cellar of hell!
"Tenten-chan…"
"Don't call me Tenten-chan, you beast!" the said girl roared, taking a step closer with a twenty-four inched one-hand cleaver in her left hand, which, no doubt, also came out of nowhere.
I activated my hidden unique ability, which I received when my blood contained a higher percentage of demonic blood. It really became in handy, since now I could read chakra and also obtain the ability to detect which aspect each individual invested their powers in. There were three strands: attack, agility, and intelligence. My eyes could read how the strengths were distributed, and I had to admit, everyone showed signs of superiority over my capabilities.
Attack meant attack power whether it was physical, ranged, or chakra magic; and of course if the number was higher, that means that the force was stronger. Agility was basically speed in a general sense where I measured someone's movement speed, attack rate, and evasion. Needless to say, the greater the statistic, the faster the person was. Intelligence was intellect –duh! The higher the number, the more wit someone had during an actual battle, or perhaps even at times in their daily lives. Usually, the more intelligent the person was, their cunningness would be more complex, and their ability to pull of these stunts would be more unpredictable.
Different levels justified someone's strength in terms of what skill a shinobi should be ranked. Levels 1 to 3 were genin level shinobis, where Level 1s were fresh off the boats and Level 3s were at top notch. Levels 4 to 6 were considered chunnin leveled ninjas, and of course the principles of the numbers were identical to the statements about the genins. Level 7s were Special Jounin ranked, and possibly fresh ANBUs as well. Level 8 and 9 were Jounins, and obviously they were the real deal when it came to abilities and versatility. Level 10 and above were sannin and Hokage class, which no doubt were the top of the food chain, and well respected.
These were what my eyes read just now.
Tenten: Level 7.
Attack: 260; Agility: 350; Intelligence: 190
Hyuuga Hinata: Level 6.
Attack: 180; Agility: 330; Intelligence: 190
Haruno Sakura: Level 6.
Attack: 290; Agility: 100; Intelligence: 310
Yamanaka Ino: Level 5.
Attack: 230; Agility: 210; Intelligence: 160
Shizune: Level 8.
Attack: 360; Agility: 300; Intelligence: 240
Tsunade (Godaime): Level 11
Attack: 590; Agility: 240; Intelligence: 370
My own stats were not all out impressive –especially not after I dedicated my training and practices at my speed than my brutality. I supposed that my training was worth it, since I was very quick, like how I was quick-witted, but I had a terrible, terrible balance. I excelled in one trait and not another. I focused more chakra to review more. It had been a while since I checked up upon myself, but not like I improved a great deal though.
Uzumaki Naruto: Level 7.
Attack: 90; Agility: 500; Intelligence: 210.
And although Jiraiya was very powerful, there was no way that he could fight these odds. Justifiable suicide, as I would prefer to call it.
Jiraiya (Toad Sannin): Level 11.
Attack: 490. Agility: 360. Intelligence: 350
As for the other guys who went 'exiled' from the pool, they were impressive too. In theory and statistic theory, they should actually stand a chance. However, if they calculated the amount of rage that was being dwelled from the opposition, they were no different from guppies insane enough to challenge a bloodthirsty shark. There was a high chance that I would consider their courage to be noble and honourable if they ever came out of the change room. Yet at the same time I could curse them and scorn them for being idiots if they ever decided to rush out and waste their lives.
The girls literally destroyed all rational thinking to commence this operation. And I didn't want to become a victim for something I didn't do. I had a gut feeling that I was going to get involved one way or another.
(Back to the springs down below)
"I don't want to bleed…" said Jiraiya, continuing their conversation from before.
"Then you shouldn't have peeked at us to begin with!" Having no sort of logic left remaining in her head, the weapon mistress dashed right for Jiraiya with her cleaver above her head and slashed ferociously downward when she was within attack range. Jiraiya screamed like a pansy when the blade nearly hacked his foot off. He instantly leaped on his feet and began running, as though it was the best thing to do. In fact, that was all he could do. It became worse when the rest of the girls engaged him from the right, where as Tenten was coming in from his left.
The weapon mistress reached him first, and once again she didn't hesitate to strike by first stabbing with her knife. Jiraiya moved quickly to the side, and therefore the blade missed his flesh my less than an inch. However, Tenten immediately swung her left hand, ready to hack my mentor into halves. Once more, Jiraiya shifted just at the right instant to evade, but this time around it made a clean cut around the chest area. Panicking expressions grew as he saw Tsunade suddenly came behind him and gave a direct punch to the face, and thus sending them flying to a decoration of stones.
Once his perverted face made contact, it was unnecessary to say that he was suffering quite a deal of agony. Perhaps that was already too nice, since Sakura took the liberty to dash at the fallen sannin and readied herself to jam her enraged knuckles at his stomach.
Bad came to worse when I noticed Tenten approaching from the side; her blades really seemed to have an effect to crave for blood. Did inanimate objects have auras? Could they emit such things that resembled the living? If normal ones could not, then these certainly seemed to be exceptions. Like, I could see it… this red thing surrounding it like a cloud. Perhaps it was all my imagination, but the dangerousness was clearly there and undeniable. Watching Tenten's crazed behaviour nearly made my stomach turn with fear as the driving force.
At this rate, my sensei would be hacked into pieces. Unquestionably, Jiraiya could really learn his lesson this time around, I didn't want him dead even if it was a splendid idea. I, for one, certainly did not want to pay the bill or attend a funeral for someone such as himself even if it was my nature to adore ceremonies for the dead. Cursing myself to the very end, I couldn't believe that I decided to be of aid. Gracefulness, referring to the meaning often used in the holy book the bible, was a trait of mine that frequently surfaced despite my true intentions.
I activated my assassin army knife to the fullest (using an unholy green shine) on my right wrist before projecting my body into a glide to engage Tenten before she reached my mentor. Like I said, I really could have cared less about that pervert being dead. By then, Jiraiya's face was smashed by Ino's foot, and then Sakura, in a swift spin kick, punted him to the sky before allowing the other girls to have their share of fun. I hoped that he could defend himself, because I certainly could not shake this weapon mistress off when I deal with her.
As expected, she noticed me right on the mark.
"Oh," said Tenten, snickering with much amusement. I felt my forehead perspiring. Indeed I was shocked at her level of sinister darkness. "It's the love procrastinator!"
What the hell did she just call me? Love Procrastinator? When did I get a nickname like that?
"Wait!"
"It's too late for that!"
Things got out of hand way too fast for my liking.
Halting swiftly, Tenten pulled her right hand back before she whipped out her dagger that was aimed for my face. Was she trying to kill me? What did I ever do to her? Despite that she was nearly naked because of her sopping towel wrapping around her waist area, I had to discard that image and take her seriously. Whether she was panty-less, bra-less, or shirt-less, she was still dangerous to a degree that hostile was considered an understatement. Who gave a damn now if she was beautiful and gorgeous with minimal clothing and hair down? When she tried to kill me, well, her appearance meant nothing! If I dropped my guard, I would be killed for sure.
I instantly whacked the dagger away with my armed wrist, and for my first attack I tried to stomp on her. However, Tenten was indeed a fast due to her female martial art training, and therefore I missed completely when she performed her flexible evasions. In less than a second after she evaded, she attacked back with full force using her one-handed cleaver slicing down.
I made a back flip to dodge, and the blade just barely missed me by a centimeter. I felt it with my skull, which meant if I reacted one second later, I would have been killed –literally. She charged again seeing how her first attempts failed, but this time I was prepared. Our weapons clashed another this time around, and I was beginning to notice how much physical strength Tenten really had for the first time. Based on her movements and attack rate, she was a feminine version of Lee, in which was really frightening to imagine. She was fast in terms of running, and her attack rate was amazingly quick as well. In my opinion, she was potentially more hazardous than Lee due to her skill in using weapons from swords to crossbows. It was safe to assume that she was the best weapon user amongst all of us. I swore that I was nothing compared to her when we dueled using armaments.
In a spin, she rushed her foot at my shoulder in a swipe, but luckily I ducked in time as her powerful leg slashed the air like a scythe. Little did she know, I had too great of a view.
You readers who are excessively perverted should know exactly what I saw just now. That's right, my friends, I saw a spot on Tenten that the whole male population of Konoha would kill to look at. They would die a happy man the instant they saw such beauty. Not like I could tell Tenten though; I treasured my life today. Just today, mind you.
I had no time to fantasize when I finally needed to fight back. After that majestic evasion of mine, I immediately aimed for her with my own kick. I gasped, literally, once my foot smashed into her cleaver, which was doubled as a shield. I had more problems to deal with when I noticed that I was lacking brute strength in this clash, and I was not close in breaking Tenten's defense.
If I had no physical strength to do it, then perhaps I could resort to using spiritual energy. Powering up my blade at the highest, I rushed my right arm horizontally hoping to strike her shoulders. My advantage turned into a disadvantage the moment she shifted a several feet back to evade, but not without destroying my knife with one heavy slash the second when my body was open.
Although I summoned up the energy to activate it again, my confidence dropped when she came at me even quicker than before.
How could metal compete with chakra? I didn't understand this. No, what was there to realize? I was getting my ass kicked! The game was all hers when she was able to stand against me using cruel force alone. My body was telling me that I could not defeat her with strength, since at this moment I was being pushed back. Our weapon clash did not last long, and how I wished that I were the one who broke it to commence a counter attack. Reality told me that was not what happened. In fact, Tenten took this situation to her advantage as she leveled her leg to smash her lower thigh across my head. Such flexibility she had! I immediately positioned my arm to defend, and once it hit I couldn't help but wince. With a leap, Tenten twisted her body in a 360-degree counter-clockwise fashion in order to make her left foot crash against my defending arm. No doubt this packed more force than her previous kick, but I still endured it well –for a guy, at least.
Goddamn it… did that hurt or what! If I weren't any stronger, my bones would have shattered with no hope to recover. At least I was still alive… but not for long though. The next thing I knew I was struck in the stomach with a gentle palm hit, moreover it was still sufficient to make me curl up in pain. In perfect coordination, Tenten twirled rapidly in a whirl a several times repeatedly to chain to her previous attack with a heavy kick to my chest. The impact was excruciating despite that I had countless amount of training. I flew a several feet back as I crashed to the ground ungracefully.
Was she so flexible due to the lack of clothing? It was wiser if I didn't go there… just on the safe side.
"Kuso…" I grunted, cursing as I spat out some blood from my injury, "What the hell is this…"
I glared over at my opponent, Tenten -who was still only in her towel barely covering her forbidden areas and her breasts were about to be revealed if that cloth would just lower itself just by the slightest bit- stood in a martial arts stance with her blade pointed high to the skies, as though she was prepared whenever I was ready to take on more. She was making a fool out of me with no means to stop until I sank lower than I already have.
"I thought you would be better than this, Naruto," she said, her voice colder than ice, still standing in a position strictly for knife users who also use martial arts with their long blades ends raised directly to the skies. "And I was expecting you to protect Hinata-imouto-chan from all the bad things in the world, too. I am disappointed. You let me down so much."
"Let you down? Protect? What the hell are you saying?"
"Don't try to be dumb," she ordered, pointing her weapon tip at me to increase the inferiority between her and me, and needless to say, I was the one being pressured.
"I really don't understand what you are talking about though!"
"I really don't know what Hinata-imouto-chan sees in you…" she hissed as she shifted into another position that showed her readiness to commence assault, "You… awful, awful man…"
"I wonder who the awful one is… I didn't do shit and I am on the ground…" I had never fought such a powerful woman that was my age, and in a way I supposed that it is an honour. At the same time, I couldn't defy that getting beaten like this was very regrettable and shameful –even for my taste. I hadn't land a single hit on her, and I was already pummeled like some sort of kawaii stuffed animal who did not deserve a beating of such harshness. Kawaii stuffed animals were supposed to be loved and hugged, not used as a target practice or attacked. If you wanted to release stress, go down to your local store and get a stress ball!
Damn it all.
"You rejected Hinata-chan's love… I won't forgive you…"
"I didn't reject her, Tenten," I tried to reason, "And besides, her friendship with me has nothing to do with you! Can't you just mind your own business? Hinata and I are friends. That is plenty enough."
"That's not enough for me."
"I don't even know you," I scowled at her, somewhat in a mean way, "My life; my business. Don't try to get familiar with me when you are can't. Don't step over the line, lady."
She appeared to be completely unaffected. Instead, she grinned a nasty smile as a gift. "You really don't understand your position, do you, Naruto?" she questioned, taking the authoritative position, and leaving me with one that resembled a peon's at the lowest grade available. "I am telling you to make Hinata-chan happy. You don't have a choice here!"
I didn't have a choice? Was she for real? Who the hell did she think she is here commanding me to do things outside my interest? How did my private life transformed into a welcoming public exploration?
I snickered in return, in which I really should not have but I couldn't fight the enticement that was building up. "Believe me, I do want to take you seriously… but don't you think it's really difficult for me to do so when you are dressed in nothing but a towel and especially when the topic is about love. Tenten, you are so… gorgeous… really, you are. And how long do you intend to stand there like that with that towel going to fall off at anytime?"
She suddenly turned self-conscious. Realizing how close I was to see her D cupped breasts, she dropped her miraculously gathered weapon and covered her chest and crotch in the best way possible. From the look she had on her beautiful face, it really looked like she had no idea that she was in combat with nothing but that white, almost translucent (due to water) towel. I was almost afraid to tell her that I saw her womanhood plenty of times when she kicked me so ferociously. Tenten was a downright vixen. If I was any local pervert, perhaps my hands would have reacted on its own and ripped that soaked up cloth away from that sexy body and take her right there. However, I was one with an obedient conscience.
She was half-worried about her state and half-concerned about me. Of course Tenten wasn't caring about my well being, she was rather agitated that I was actually here staring deliberately, and making this knowing smile about how foolish she was displaying herself in this humiliating situation. How could this have happened? What joy this was. I could picture her scolding her mind badly for being an idiot, in which I prayed that she would be generous enough to be open-minded and tell me what she was thinking. Then again, it wasn't like I didn't have an idea. I was no woman, yet I wasn't clueless. One moment she would be fixing her towel in the best way possible, and then Tenten switched her attention to me to make sure I wasn't doing any peeking.
What was she trying to hide? Was there a point in concealing it now? I had such a good view! And she couldn't be angry about it, not when she initially started all of this out of her own will. I had to say that she had quite a blast kicking my ass. I haven't been beaten in a long while now, but never would I believe I could be defeated without laying a punch. Then again, maybe I could have been more serious. The cost of that would be killing Tenten in the process, and in which both Hinata and Neji would hate me until this earth crumbles due to global warming and unnecessarily advanced technology. Let earth rejoice for being endless morons! Talk about unpleasant but predictable surprises! There were such things as expected surprises? Wasn't that contradiction? Like how could anyone be underjoyed? I never heard of a blasphemy that sounded this ridiculous, yet ever so amusing to philosophize about.
"If you keep staring at me…" the midnight haired young women seethed with her dark orbs leering at me, "I will kill you…"
I was standing on my feet by now, and I intentionally ran my hand through my shorter spiked up blond hair to be more fashionable towards this ordeal. "It's not like I haven't seen enough," I reminded her, smiling a little out of mischief and 'evil', "I had my share of fun. You had nice kicks there."
"Bastard…"
"Don't play the Adam and Eve game now, Tenten," I said, obviously speaking in terms of blaming when I referred to Adam and Eve from the book of Genesis, "You sure had a good time beating me. No one said you have to do it with only a towel on. And yes, I saw it; I saw a part of your body multiple of times that most men are dying to look at. Very nice, very splendid indeed."
"You did that on purpose!" she screamed back with full embarrassment, her hands now blocking both her breasts and crotch despite that she had a towel on. Oh, how I wondered what her reaction would be like if I decided to transform into a more playful version of myself. Tenten was sexy; her sexiness was above the charts.
"Calm down, Tenten. I can't expect myself to stay out of this dilemma if it involves my sensei being killed now, right? What did he do that was so wrong?"
"You are his student. You should know."
"He was peeking, I presume?" She nodded faintly, as if she was being extra careful about almost everything. "Well, even so… you can't just go killing him like that. His life is important." I wanted to laugh at what I just said, but I ordered my mind to remain serious. To the least, be casual. Thank goodness I succeeded in doing that perfectly.
"No one gets away with this! No one!" she was on her way to pick up her long bladed cleaver. As she bent down, I saw all of her cleavage that she revealed unintentionally. As if I was going to tell her what I discovered a second after she covered up. Nevertheless, they were one of the most beautiful pair of breasts I saw over these long fifteen years. Remarkably, I didn't react carelessly, in which I was praising with a small dance in my head.
"If you killed him… who is going to pay for the bill then, Tenten?"
Something hit her like a crashing wind. "Wait… wait… wait… don't tell me you jumped down here to save Jiraiya-sama so no one else would need to pay the fee of staying here?" the midnight haired weapon master inquired, looking at me with utmost suspicion and more or less disbelief with a very good cause. I, no doubt, returned an answer that shocked her beyond imaginable.
"Why else would I come down here to risk my sorry ass?" I replied in a question format. I spoke so clearly and direct that I was nearly considered heartless, and in which I was most of the time to those people I did not care about. "I, for one, don't want to pay, and I am confident that you don't either."
"I know that… but… But your intentions are… terrible…"
"That's because Jiraiya is a terrible person, Tenten. I learn from my role models. Besides, isolation can do that to the mind. Speaking of which, now that you've stopped bashing at me… I wonder if my sensei-" My skin turned white as I tilted my head towards my left. Rather, I was deeply afraid. There they were, the rest of the girls, and Jiraiya, beating up the only man in that group, and which was my sensei. I gulped inwardly when I found Jiraiya on the ground with no means whatsoever to defend himself. Tsunade, Shizune, and the other two appeared to be tired from beating up that old man, but Hinata was still at it. In fact, although she only had a sopping cloth around her feminine and small body –which showed off her incredibly noticeable breasts- the Hyuuga princess did not seem to be too concerned being nearly nude. To my incredulity, she was still kicking Jiraiya hard in the gut with no signs of strength drainage.
Oh god… I was too late…
"You call yourself Naruto-kun's mentor?" challenged Hinata to the dead man on the ground as she gave another kick in the gut, "All you do is do perverted things!" This kick was stronger than her previous one. "You teach Naruto-kun bad things!" She kicked once more. "You are bad to Naruto-kun!" She switched her kick to his groin, and Jiraiya yelled painfully before he appeared to have passed out. "No wonder Naruto-kun hates you!" She gave a harder kick to the groin. "I hate you, too!" She pulled her foot back deliberately, and therefore her initial force on her next blow would be more significant. "Legendary sannin my ass!" I grimaced as Jiraiya twitched as though he was suffering from seizures. "I don't want to see you again! I will make sure you don't have any kids! Your kids can say 'hello' to hell, bitch!"
I rushed to his aid despite I hated my conscience to be soft. "Hinata! Yamaro (Stop)!" I called out, dashing at that group there and hoping that I was doing the right thing. In the human law's perspective, I was right. However, in a personal level, this was nothing more than grace. I was giving Jiraiya something that he didn't deserve.
"Na…Naruto-kun?" squeaked Hinata, her previous rage vanished immediately when she saw my face. Then everything came back together. She was in a towel… in front of me. She instantly searched for a barrier of any kind to hide her body, even a human like Tsunade would do just fine. To her discomfort, I rushed to her side before she made her escape, and to make sure I secured her perfectly, I took her wrist with my hand and held it warmly. "Let go of me… I don't want you to see me like this."
I was confident that the other women were stunned at my presence, but I had bigger things to worry about than to care about them. Seriously now, the rich perverted man was our only hope so we didn't need to open up our wallets! "I am not letting go of you and that is final."
"I am naked… Naruto-kun… don't look at me…" she was whining and complaining like a school girl. Behind those words, I had a feeling that she was very ashamed of her body. God… did she know how beautiful she was? I was having a hard time not looking at her although I had Kyuubi to control my lusts. Regardless of the fact that Tenten was completely sexy openly, I found that Hinata's was even more irresistible when she had an extensive deal of arcane beauty.
I really wanted to peel that towel off. I was not kidding.
"What did you do to Jiraiya! Why were you kicking him still when he is already dead? If he's dead… not only do we need to pay for our visit, we even need a funeral –and that is really expensive. Where can we get the money? We need him alive, damn it. You don't want to pay for his funeral, now do you, Hyuuga Hinata?"
She was slightly surprised to see me calling her by her full name. She gazed at me, like a cutey bug, before shaking her head with equal endearing behaviour. Hinata somehow knew that I didn't care about Jiraiya as I sounded at the moment. After all, when did I put money as first priority? And if I ever placed cash before something else, then it was true that 'thing' or 'person' or 'issue' barely had any significance to my life. The Hyuuga princess really had a considerable amount of vigilance, and this was something I had to keep an eye out for.
"Did you think that I kicked him… too hard? I nailed his crotch… at least four times…" she flushed up as she confessed her sins. I thought it as an act of a saint.
"As long as he is alive, I am fine with it."
Hinata smiled warmly in return despite that she I was holding her in an embrace with her wearing minimal clothing. I didn't realize that my T-shirt and ninja pants were getting wet from holding Hinata so closely. "Ano… Naruto-kun…"
"Don't say anymore… Hinata… I am happy… thank you for beating him up for me but not necessarily killing him."
"No…" she stammered, blushing charmingly instead of being awkward, "Thank you for allowing me to beat him up."
I was taken aback for a second. She sure sounded very delighted about her achievements. Perhaps that was what made Hinata so lovely to me.
"Naruto-kun?"
"Yes, Hinata?"
"Can you stop… looking at me like that?"
"But you're so… beautiful…" I thought about what I just said, and damn it! I wanted to punch myself for speaking out my feelings so openly. I couldn't afford to let her know anything like that about me –especially not since my goal was to avoid her from loving me any more than she already did.
Her face coated with pink again, and now her smile was just charming, as if she wanted to hear more.
Was I an idiot or what?
I quickly detected a several dangerous auras brewing from behind me. I actually forgot about the rest of them for a second there. We had been standing there like that for a couple for a several minutes; and I couldn't believe that I neglected the fact that I was fully clothed and the women around me were not so protected. I shouldn't be ignorant now, because everyone knew that it wouldn't work. How was I going get myself out of this one safely?
"Care to explain why you are here… Naruto?" asked Tsunade with her voice filled up with caution. Her fist twitched for a moment before she gripped into a fist.
"You were peeking at us, too, weren't you?" accused Ino, already shaking a fist at me mercilessly. "I will kill you!"
"Matte, matte," I said, releasing the Hyuuga girl momentarily to give my attention to the rest of the gang, "I wasn't down here, you know. I happened to be still dressed."
"You could be down here reading a book or something like that," Sakura immediately accused. Her words appeared so subjective, as though she didn't give me a chance to justify my reasons and opinions. "You are equally guilty! Don't try to shift the blame to other people! I am going kick your ass back to Tokyo!"
Who was she to lecture me? They just destroyed that divider that was used to separate the genders apart as if it was nothing, and now this was my doing? It was my fault now? This would cost them… cost them direly. "I am only here because I heard Jiraiya screaming. And then I saw… you… naked people going about killing him. Tenten, don't be like them and be reasonable. You know what happened. Don't lie, okay?"
Although the weapon lady's cheeks burned up when she stole a glimpse at my face, she tried to hide it as best as she could. I knew why of course. Regardless of her state of well being, I required Tenten's utmost honesty to prove my innocence. Still holding her towel to prevent her breasts from showing she timidly tried to speak on my behalf.
"Na…Naruto-san… he… wasn't with them…" stated the midnight haired young woman, face burning hard.
Tsunade had her doubts. She was always so critical, wasn't she? "Are you telling us the truth?" the Hokage inquired, expected most loyalty from Tenten. It almost looked like absolutism.
"The reason why he came down was because we were about to kill Jiraiya-kun."
"He deserves to get beat up, Tenten-chan,"
"According to Naruto-san… he says that we were going too far and Jiraiya-kun may possibly die from our assaults."
"Well, Naruto," continued Tsunade, patting my shoulders with a good smile, "You are a real caring apprentice then. You truly do have a graceful heart. I mean, you are actually having consideration over that guy."
Was Tsunade that naïve? She didn't know half of it! And here she was praising me about how good I was as his apprentice, but in reality, the two of us were in a competition to see who was more of an ass. If she was encouraging me to continue, hey, she was the Hokage, I had to listen to her, right? With this recognition and permission to be a cunning, sharptongued ass, I had to do my best for the sake of my 53-year-old sister. Hail the bitchy Uzumaki Naruto! There will be a rebirth soon!
"So…" Sakura spoke, still having her doubts towards Tenten's story, "You weren't down here, Naruto?"
"Of course not," I replied, as a matter of fact, I was shocked how she could still be so critical.
"Sakura, how could you still accuse Naruto-kun?" Hinata asked, somewhat disappointed at how my friend could still not trust me after someone's confession with genuine intentions. "Naruto-kun is not a pervert."
Ino was supporting Sakura despite Hinata's protests. "You better watch out for his hand, Hinata," the blond kunoichi warned, somewhat implicating that I might be up to no good.
"I said that Naruto-kun isn't a pervert," said the Hyuuga girl, trying not to stutter or leave any cracks in her voice, "I trust him."
I removed myself from Hinata as I reached my arm and held on tight to Jiraiya's lifeless ankle. He appeared to be quite dead. His eyes were milky white in the most dreadful way, arm showed no promise in moving anytime soon, tongue came out of his mouth as though he swallowed poison, and the only sign that I knew he was alive was his occasional twitching, in which seemed very disturbing. I didn't have a pleasure to deal with corpses, but I clearly did have fun making some. For the sake of keeping this man alive, I headed back towards the male change room and dragging the sannin with me. A noticeable trail of blood was left on the spot Jiraiya slid over. His face was facing the floor after all, and maybe I broke his nose or so. Not that I cared, a broken nose or face was better than encountering death after all. Then again, I might have been taking this too lightly.
"Naruto-kun… where are you going?" asked Hinata, knowing that I was going to leave them now.
"Getting this bastard back into safegrounds," I replied, turning my head slightly so they could see the side of my face than to look at the back of my skull, "I'll try to get him to regain consciousness, but don't think I'll do a very good job with it."
"I want that guy dead, Naruto," ordered Tsunade seriously, "You have my permission to kill him."
"That's very irrational of you, Tsunade-obaa-san. Even you are the Hokage, senseless murder is murder, and that is an universal law applied to every country. Well, I guess we can't have all we want sometimes, but that's one of the aspects of life."
All of them stared at me with a perfect combination of disbelief, admiration, and queerness. Why did I turn the topic into something so… ridiculous? They wanted to know why, right? Fine, then. To the least, I have had it with Jiraiya's perverted ways. I, amongst everyone except Tsunade, should have kicked his ass even more than this. This, my friends, was grace. For all that he had done to me, throwing one good damn punch anywhere –preferably the groin, that was my personal favorite- would sooth this broken soul. But no, that was not what I told them. No, I couldn't tell them. They would make me a hypocrite, and I dedicated that I tried not to be a paradoxical paradox due to my constant lies to Hinata. My hands itched for action, and this man, who I have in my grasp, and if I just used a bit more strength in this grip I could easily snap his ankle.
No matter how dishonourable it may be to fight a defenseless person, any method would do to heal my emotional wounds. Part of it, to the most. Unable to control my hidden rage any longer, I violently yanked Jiraiya before whipped him like a boomerang towards the change room at full speed. Within seconds after my sudden jolt, I heard lockers collapsing from outside. And then it turned more serious as it got louder.
Once more, the nearly naked women watched me –this time with fear, however.
"Um… Naruto…" Ino choked out, taking a deep breath of panic.
"Why… why did you do that…" Sakura finished, eyes wide at my previous action.
"Oh, you meant that?" I questioned to double check, "Oh, gomen-ne. My hand must have slipped. What a naughty hand I have, ne?" I looked at my hand in a very loving way; clearly I was admiring it for what it had done earlier. Goddamn it… I felt a lot better. Why didn't I just do it again? At the same time, something else was just slightly more important than my naughty, rebellious, cunning hand. "Who is going to fix that barrier? The innkeeper is going to kick us out when he finds out."
"What should we do?" inquired Tenten, growing very worried by now. She seemed edgy… very insecure even.
"I'll talk with the innkeeper and negotiate, and hopefully we can still stay here."
"Thank you, Naruto-kun," said Hinata, hugging my arm as a token of appreciation. She smiled at me from my back, and I shifted my head slightly to grin back. I felt her hold becoming tighter and more affectionate, but I kept myself calm, since I could not falter in front of the rest of the women, yet I had an idea that they knew everything that was happening between Hinata and I, as though they were expecting it from the start.
"It'll be best if I get going," I told them, taking my leave. I could have continued moving without saying anymore, yet sadly enough, my temptation tolerance was a rather low. "And one more thing…" I really should not have said it. "You all look gorgeous in the state you are in."
Then I fled as fast as my legs could carry me.
(Later on in the male hotel room)
"This should be the last one," I declared, slapping the last band-aid on my sensei's face. He winced when my palm struck on his head hard, and of course I did it intentionally. No way in hell would I ever admit that I hurt him by accident.
"Ouch… not so hard…" said the mummified Jiraiya with wool bandages wrapped around him from head to toe –except the face.
"You deserve every injury. But I had to say that it was a bit harsh to nail you in the balls continuously."
"I won't have any kids then!"
"It's not like you ever wanted one," I said, kind of bluntly.
"That hurt you know… I always loved children." He should have tried to fool some other moron who was gullible enough to fall for his lies. He was 53; an age where it was a tad bit too risky to have sex. He had over 30 years to have a child! "Who was the one who kicked me anyway?"
"You mean that you don't know?"
Jiraiya shook his head to prove his ignorance. "I lost consciousness… or I just wasn't aware enough."
I could have told him that it was Hinata, but I very much rather keep Hinata's image at top notch in my sensei's perspective. In short, I saved her from losing face. "I don't really remember…" I replied, lying skillfully as my visage kept itself from flinching or any unnecessary movement that would blow my cover.
"Really, Naruto? I lost a lot of children just now… at least a million of them…"
"Let's not talk sick, shall we? Besides, if you wanted to be a responsible father, you would've worked hard to earn Tsunade's love than to grope her all the time."
"It was fun though."
"Not very for the victim, if you would bother to think about them for a change,"
"I know Tsunade liked it," Jiraiya told me confidently despite his position.
"If she did, she wouldn't punch you all the time now, would she?"
"Tsunade has an image to keep up, Naruto. You wouldn't understand how important social reputation really is because you never had any no matter where you went."
I cringed my eyes at his witty comment. "Are you trying to be offensive?"
"I clearly am not being nice."
"Figures."
"Like I said, if Tsunade reacted in a positive manner, then people would think of her as a slut who cannot resist any sexual urges. When she sets up this image that she is a hard-headed, solemn, anti-lust person, outsiders will always picture her as this person. And once she does something that is paradoxical to her nature, people will pretty much lose respect for her. And now she is the Hokage of Konoha, you really need to understand that she must keep this up 24/7. It's no joke.
"Sometimes I worry about her because she is really destroying her true self as this high political figure. She isn't like Sarutobi-sensei, but she is willing to do it for all of us. You have to be grateful for that."
I failed to grasp just one thing. "Why are you telling me this?"
"I am trying to say that Tsunade lost to her emotions before and she and I had sex before."
I totally flipped, but my face remained the same. Why did it have to turn out like this? Sex, sex, and sex… was that the sole subject matter he loved to discuss whether if it was his apprentice or some random stranger? My mind, unlike my body, was engaging in an all out fierce war with another where my logical thinking was holding off the lust, or the invaders, with assault rifles and cannons where the opposition had tanks. Not good… really not good!
"I don't need to hear anymore," I told him, standing up and prepared myself to return to my headquarters. I planned to ditch him for good.
"You are going to feed me at dinner, right, Naruto?"
I had my back facing him, but nor did I really desire to turn around to look at his pathetic state. It was too wretched for my eyes to absorb. "If I don't… who will?"
"Great! You're the best!"
I spited him so much. I was only good when I was useful or beneficial, wasn't I? Why did my mentor have to be him from millions of other people on this country? With him around, I felt like a tool. Or worse, I believed that I was more of an inanimate object with no use whatsoever. Not speaking another word, I left the room to head down to the lobby to ask for a small party room for the eleven of us. I knew all the responsibility was shifted all onto me when Jiraiya is out of commission, but as long as I didn't need to pay a cent for this I was somewhat okay with it.
Mark my words, I said somewhat. In truth, agitation was a portion of my real feelings.
Instead of relaxing, the trip was nothing but a drag. Hinata's philosophy was better off considered invalid.
I hated this.
Enough was enough. I was not having fun; I did not see this as enjoyable; being beat up and then taking over, as organizer, was not in my vacation description. Why did it change to my discomfort when all I wanted was just rest up and banish my mind to realms of beauty and bliss? In the end, I got nothing out of this but more hassle because someone was irresponsible enough to lose all their trust.
I was fucking miserable.
I just wanted to run away from the whole damned thing.
But then… she found me.
"Na… Naruto-kun…" her voice was unique and considerate; too loving for my liking.
I heard her well. I didn't dare to turn around. With her presence, I knew this vacation had just begun –and that was exactly what I had been trying to avoid.
Fate loved to toy with me indeed. It just could not cease to leave me alone –not unless I die right here and then. She was coming closer… that smile, above all smiles why the smile of sweetness that could melt away all the ice that could freeze the hottest lava? How could I resist her? No, that wasn't it. How could I not permit her to be here when I should not look at her?
Hyuuga Hinata… I really didn't know if I loved you or hated you. I loved her for being so supportive and loving… however, I hated when her intentions drove me to my limits.
AN: I hate to say this… but there might not be an update until a month. Too many assignments! School is gay! Burn it to hell! Can't procrastinate much longer… and I loved it when I procrastinate, too. No more freetime… I am sad… I hate you, world!
Life is a black, evil mother fucker, in which is as cold as ice. It's shit, and nothing else can match it unless you have a word that is worse than shit. Perhaps I should just go back to my Seed fic for a while… I haven't updated in 2 months after all… I'll see when the time comes. Thank you all for lasting this long for my sake, I truly appreciate it. You guys are awesome; wonderful even.