Hello once again. Yes, I know, it's not a Stripped Bare update. In fact, I haven't even started the newest chapter for that story. :flinches: Please don't hurt me. I'm enjoying my summer break, but in the meantime, here's another drabble.
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No Going Back
She spotted her target the second he walked into the room. Even cleaned up he was a perfect match to the photo she had recieved prior to the mission.
She herself was dressed nicer than normal, foregoing the usual purple skirt and top for a strappy black number that hugged her body as if she had been poured into it. She kept her long blond hair in its traditional ponytail, knowing that it looked good on her as well as keeping the pale strands out of her way as she eyed the man from across the room. He was handsome she supposed and probably in his mid thirties, but he had already become quite the accomplished shinobi, appearing in many bingo books for pissing off the wrong people, people like the ones that had hired her to kill him.
When Tsunade had offered her the A-ranked mission, she had accepted without hesitation, not even when told that the man was a notorious womanizer and exploiting that would be the easiest way to get to him. There was a time when seducing men only to kill them would have made her sqeamish, but those days were long gone. Something had changed within her that could never be undone on the day she watched her sensei die. He had been killed in cold blood by an Akatsuki psycopath, a monster that made every other enemy she had ever faced look like a second rate thug. She could close her eyes and still see the killer's face, those unusual violet eyes glinting with madness as he spewed religeous nonsence like a man out of his mind.
She had loved Asuma as most students grew to love their teachers. He had been her mentor and maybe even her friend and she certainly hadn't been ready for him to leave this world, to leave her alone. Shika and Chouji had changed as well, but she had been affected more deeply than they could ever know. No longer was she carefree, no longer was she the sunny girl who worked part time in her parent's flowershop. Since that day, she realized just how incredibly stupid she had always been, how naive and sheltered. There was no place for her in a world where a man could be killed so ruthlessly and if she wanted to survive, she would have to toughen up.
And toughen up she did.
She had asked for training to become an assassin in addition to her medical studies, refusing to never again be powerless as someone she cared about was killed in front of her. At first, Tsunade had refused but Ino didn't relent, living up to her reputation for being incredibly pig headed. At last she was paired with Anko who seemed all too happy to show her all the ways to destroy the parts of the body she had only recently learned so much about. The training was intensive and at times, brutal, further hardening the exterior of the fair haired kunoichi as well as hardening her heart.
She still hung out with her friends. still chatted, but her smile had grown icy and her eyes cold and those who had known how she was before, couldn't deny that a drastic change had occured, one that wasn't nesseccarily for the better. As her best friend and top medic grew more proficient at saving life, she grew more proficient in taking it, until it was the running joke that the giver of life and bringer of death were best friends and could often be found together at the local bar on Friday nights.
But this was no laughing matter. The man across the room was deadly, but tonight, she planned on being the viper with the stronger poison.
It was only a matter of time before he noticed her, her striking beauty luring him to take seat next to her at the bar. She batted her eyes, made small talk and laughed at all his jokes, leaning in as if to hear him better while giving him a whiff of her perfume. His smile was charming and his eyes brilliantly blue and she gave him coy glances and teasingly sidestepped his advances, making sure she didn't seem to eager to leave with him.
His hand boldly found her way to her thigh and stroked over the silky black material covering her upper thigh, their place at the bar allowing him to touch her discreetly. When she parted her thighs and bit her lip enticingly, he ventured higher, his hand slipping beneath the garment to caress bare flesh.
"You're a kunoichi," he breathed, his hand smoothing over the kunai holder strapped high on her thigh.
"Yes," she smiled, her own hand wandering over his leg until her fingernails were grazing dangerously near the fly of his pants.
He had probably known she was a kunoichi before he even sat down next to her since she doubted she could hide her chakra from a shinobi of his calibur. However, it appeared he didn't consider her a threat as he met her aquamarine eyes with a knowing smile.
"You know, kunoichi are always the best partners in bed. They're so strong. So...flexible."
"Think you could handle me?" she purred as her fingers closed around his growing erection through the fabric of his pants.
"I'm not sure, but I want to find out," he rasped, his voice growing hoarse as she gave him a light squeeze.
She smiled, knowing he had already lost the fight, beaten not by superior jutsu or combat, but by his own lust for women.
"Alright then, let's go."
"Where?"
"Upstairs. I have a room."
It didn't take much more convincing to get him to follow her out of the bar and up the stairs. They paused only once as he spun her around and pressed against the nearest wall, kissing her gently at first, and then hungrily as he gave into his desire, making her only body hot and flushed as it responded natually and she let it happen. It was all part of the plan.
His lips were hot and demanding but not smothering, just as his wandering hands lacked the clumsiness she had experienced on similar missions. As he hooked a hand under her knee and lifted it to wrap around his waist, she realized that he certainly knew how to use what he had been blessed with. He was grinding the bulge in his pants against her insistantly, nothing separating their needy bodies but her satin thong and his rough pants. His hands found their way to her breasts, kneading lightly and discovering quite quick that she wore no bra.
He kissed her as if he meant to have her right there in the hall but as thrilling as that sounded, it wouldn't suit her purposes. Gently, she pushed him away, unhooking her leg and tugging her dress back down from where it had ridden up.
"Not here," she panted, flashing him a seductive look that promised he could finish what he started if he just followed her a little further.
They reached the door to her room and soon as they had passed through it and locked it behind them, Ino found herself picked up by strong hands and plopped on there nearest horizontal surface which happened to be a dresser.
"Impacient?" she murmured as his hands were already sliding the straps of her dress from her shoulders and tugging down the low cut bodice until twin globes of creay flesh were revealed.
"Of course," he anwered, eyes glued to petal pink nipples. "How could I resist something so beautiful?"
Inwardly, the kunoichi wondered how many women he had used that line on, but couldn't deny that his lips suddenly latching on to one soft mound felt incredibly good. The way he rolled his tongue over the tightening bud proved he was quite skilled with his mouth. That wasn't surprising considering he had probably practiced on many female bodies to become so.
"Mmm," she moaned, arching into the sensation before bringing hands to his chest to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. He straightened to assist her, releasing her breast with an audible pop as he fixed her with his heated blue gaze, soft brown hair falling into his eyes as he drank her in.
"Loose the pants too, she ordered, her own voice made breathless by lust. He really was quite attractive. It was a shame.
She jerked him forward by the waistband of the offending garment and tugged the zipper downward. Within moments they were sliding down his legs and he kicked them off along with his shoes. Devoid of clothing, she could see he was deliciously sculpted and scarred, something common among most shinobi. She licked her lips at the sight of his thick manhood, jutting out proudly and twitching ever so slightly. He was indeed gifted with quite an admirable physique. It was too bad she would have to spoil it.
She reached out to grip him in her hand, this time without the hinderance of clothing as he claimed her lips in another kiss, growling into her mouth as she began to stroke him.
His own hand came up to pinch a tight nipple between his fingers while the other slid under the hem of her dress, creeping up a long, creamy thigh until it was rubbing over the silky material of her panties; the only barrier between his fingers and her feminine flower.
She moaned against his lips as his thub stroked over her clit teasingly, the action sending shivers of pleasure through her entire body. Wantonly, she parted her thighs wider as his fingers dipped beneath the flimsy fabric to trace moistened folds before slowly sinking a single digit into her burning sex.
"Fuck," he groaned, feeling slick walls instantly clamp around him. "You're already drenched."
Ino mewled long and low as he pumped in and out of her a few times, her head falling back in pleasure as she felt her muscles contract around him. Despite her body's raging lust, she kept her guard up at all times and noticed that his was starting to slip. His need made him careless and he was forgetting that it was a kunoichi whom he was about to fuck, a woman who was just as deadly as she was beautiful.
"Put it in me," she moaned heatedly, bucking her hips impaciently against his finger. "I can't wait anymore."
He pulled his finger out with a dark chuckle, spreading the accumulated moisture over the head of his cock before aligning himself with her entrance.
"That's why I like kunoichis," he rasped against her ear as he slid himself over her nether lips, covering himself in more of her essance. "You know what you want and you're not afraid to ask for it."
"Just fuck me now," she moaned, wrapping her legs around him and pushing him against her. With no place to go but forward, he sank deep into the liquid paradise of her body, moaning harshly as she instantly gripped him with hot, slick walls.
She cried out at the intrusion and immediatly began bucking against him, begging him to move. Her hands gripped his bare shoulders as she panted and moaned incoherent things, spurred on by the incredibly dirty things he was whispering into her ear about how wet and hot and tight she was, how she loved having him inside her and how she loved the harsh, animialistic way he was driving his hips against hers, filling her completely with every thrust.
The dresser was slamming against the wall, rocking with the force of his movements, adding to the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the mingled voices of both masculine and feminine moans. Her hands were tangled in his hair now as raw pleasure streaked through her. His cock was thick and long, hitting all the tight palces within her. He certainly knew how to use the tools he had, angling his hips for harder, deeper thrusts, but even as he pleasured her to the brink of oblivion she remained aware, refusing to let herself get lost in the moment completely.
"Oh fuck baby, I'm going to come," he groaned against her ear.
"Do it. Do it inside," she panted, proving that she could be just as dirty as he wanted her to be.
She also figured she might as well say something exciting, considering it would be the last thing he was ever going to hear.
Just before his body tensed for his final release, the fingers in his hair began to glow green with medicinal chakra, chakra that was usually used to save. However, when she pressed them to the base of his skull, energy seeping into his body and severing his spinal cord in one swift move, it was clear she had no intention of healing anything. One second he was alive and the next, he wasn't, slumping against her as he was suddenly dead weight, his once ridgid member growing soft inside her.
She shoved the corpse off of her and he fell to the floor, sliding out of her with a wet slurp on the way. She didn't spare her victim another glance as she hopped off the dresser, still in stiletto heels, and stepped back into her panties before tugging her dress back into proper position. She had been incredibly merciful this time. The man had died mid intercourse with his cock still inside her and he hadn't felt a thing when she severed his spine. It was a death any man could only hope for. It was a pity she hadn't coaxed some more foreplay out of him since she had been seconds from her own orgasm as well.
It wasn't the first time she had been intimate with a target. Men were lustful creatures and she could think of no time when they were more vulnerable than when they were on the brink of orgasm. Her ideals of waiting for the ideal man had died along with her sensei. She probly wouldn't live long enough to even find the perfect man, if there was such a thing, and her body was just another tool she could use in her trade and it seemed she had become quite good at using it.
She exited the room and returned to the front desk to check out. The real place she was staying was several blocks down. There, she would change into clothes better suited for traveling and make her way back to Konoha. Her work here was done.
As she glanced up into the starless night, she wondered what Asuma thought of her now, seeing his fickle little princess turn into such a dark and jaded creature. Would he still be proud of her? Would he congratulate her on becoming an assassin so skilled that it probably wouldn't be long before her own name found its way into the bingo books? Or would he shake his head sadly, ever present ciggarette dangling from his lips?
Shikamaru had asked her once that if given the chance to start all over again, would she choose the same arduous path of a kunoichi or would she become a civilian, free of so many of the struggles she had had to endure.
She had answered that such contemplation was frivilous. She would never be granted a chance to start over and honestly, she wondered if she even wanted to. All the pain she had suffered until now to become who she was would be for nothing. She couldn't change the past and she wouldn't forget it. Running away to start a new life wasn't possible, for there was no way to be reborn and start anew after all she had seen and done. She was a walking weapon, a kunoichi finally worthy of that title and even if it marked nothing but difficult times ahead, she would face them fearlessly.
She tossed her blonde hair as the cool air kissed her flushed skin, skin that a moment before had been caressed by a man now dead in her room.
Yes, she couldn't turn away from who she was now, couldn't be reborn as something new. She could only make the most of what she had at this very moment, for tomorrow, it could all be ripped away.
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Dark? Check. Angst? Check. Smut? You better believe it! That's all for now. Hope you enjoyed it.