Written by: FliscentFiretail

Edited by: TheReddQueen

Author's Note: So. Been a while. How have you been? :D For me, I've been busy with work, staying late from work to work on more things for work, and having to take work home with me to get extra stuff done for work. :D :D :D I hate my life. Haha, no, its all good, I'm just happy to have my job, but my spare time has been spent sleeping, cooking, cleaning, or unwinding from a long week, and working on some long term plot loops for this story, not writing like I used to so thank you all for having been so patient and for subscribing to this story. I will continue working on it but until things start to slow down a bit the going will be a bit slower for now.

Also, I just wanted to say that Kumori is going to have multiple relationships in this story, not just one, because unlike the actual Naruto-verse my character isn't going to settle down with the ONE guy she does on a date with. She will sample the men she wants and THEN decide what she wants. Or one of them with get pissed at her and stop talking to her or vise versa and they will break up and things will be awkward or tense from then on.

:D yeah.

Anyways, here are some pairings I am considering:

JiraiyaXKumori (Yes, he's older but older men are more experienced. If you catch my drift. ;) This guy is tall and still rather attractive, and is a strong shinobi that has become close to Kumori over time as a friend and teacher, the two of them having spent time together and to bond. The only question is if he can gain Kumori's trust, and love? Also would he ever find her special enough to settle down with considering the only woman he's truly ever loved has been Tsunade? Also could he stop his womanizing ways?) ;)

KakashiXKumori (He's pretty laid back and a rather cool individual that is strong, highly intelligent and loyal. He also enjoys getting a kick out of teasing his students by not showing his face. He has lost everyone he's ever cared about and has such closed off his heart to all except those that push and shove their way in, Gai being Kakashi's best friend only through Gai's determination and pushiness. Kumori and Kakashi would make an easy going and fun couple if Kumori managed to shove her way into his heart, (probably through constant exposure to one another over time) but how do you think Kumori is going to react when she finds out that Kakashi was the Student of Naruto's father, and yet Kakashi wasn't there for his Sensei's son, Naruto,while he was growing up in loneliness and neglect?)

GaiXKumori (Gai is a rather flamboyant individual with a burning passion for hard work, determination, and the will to never give up, a lot of things Kumori embodies. He is a man willing to invest in something others might not see the value in, if he sees these qualities and he takes challenges head on, making him a very persistent suitor. He strikes me as the kind of man that would devote himself to another if he felt they where deserving of such loyalty and attention which could make him a wonderful lifelong friend or a wonderful partner in a relationship. The only downside is his willingness to sacrifice himself, which would leave any partner of his in grief and ruined from having other relationships. Also his unusual vigor and passion tend to put people off at first before they get used to him.)

KisameXKumori (Kisame is a man who has struggled to move through life in one of the cruelest, and hazardous villages to live in, before becoming a missing Ninja in hopes of changing a broken world of lies into a world of truth. He like Kumori can see the flaws in this world. He is not satisfied with the way the ninja world works and has taken matters into his own hands several times in the past through assassinations of several world leaders. As noted by Itachi, there is a part of him that is looking for a place to belong. Any relationship with him would be fraught with danger, mixed emotions, and frustration. However, if he found someone that could care for him the way he was and accept him, he would be finding his place in the world that he is looking for, no matter how small and as such would hold onto it tightly once in his grasp. However as a missing Nin there could be no chance for a relationship to bloom fully if the other person belonged to a village already.)

Anyways, on to the story!

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WARNINGS: Ahead there will be graphic steamy sex (not with Jiraiya this time, sorry,) bad language, cringe worthy training regimes, and some graphic details regarding burns, and recovery. You have been thoroughly warned.

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Jiraiya took a moment to look up from his notes to observe his student, who was currently only forty pushups in and already panting from the strain. He Tsked in mild disapproval before making another note in his book. She would have to do a shit ton more before she would be up to par. There was so much that had to be done to get Kumori up to speed, it was rather daunting. Yesterday, Jiraiya had taught her, her very first jutsu with the chakra control that she had been working on her own, the Shadow Clone Jutsu.

It hadn't been pretty but she had managed to make three clones with her moderate control. It looked like the tree walking and the water walking he had taught her before this had paid off with how much her chakra control had improved. From there Jiraiya himself made three clones and the day of lessons began. With the real Kumori, he had started her on physical conditioning, since that was not something her clones could help her with. Her clones would retain information, but they couldn't help her with physical conditioning. Push ups, sit up, crunches, curls, twisted crunches, v-crunches, side crunches, planks, hip dip planks, leg lowers, squats, leaping squats, weight lifting, and resistance training, only to list a few. Hundreds of different reps. She had barely been able to move by late noon, and they hadn't even begun to do speed, endurance, or stamina training. While Jiraiya had been training the real Kumori on physical training, her clones had been drilled in the basics of jutsu theory, sealing theory, and basic shinobi education and history. Today, Jiraiya had Kumori doing a light work out before they would move into katas, weapon training and sparring, with two clones working on chakra control exercises, one working on seal theory and the forth working on sword katas. And in essence, this was the main reason Jiraiya had taught his student a forbidden Jutsu as her first. Only this way did she actually stand a chance of becoming the ninja she needed to be to survive.

Ch.11

How Time flies when you're in Hell

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1 month into training, Kumori POV

To say that time passed quickly would be a blatant fucking lie. It seemed like the days were years with the way they stretched on. They were constantly moving, never staying in one place too long. While the landscape slipped by Kumori and Jiraiya would leave clones to train as they traveled. After all, the clones didn't need to catch up with them and would just release themselves after a day's work, giving them both time to train and travel when needed. Endurance training was what Jiraiya called it when they would move all day leaving Kumori dead on her feet at the mile eating pace. Then there were some days when he pushed their pace high so they could set camp early so Kumori could practice her katas and taijutsu for the rest of the day. Stamina training he called it. Either way she would shoot him a baleful glare whenever he uttered the dreaded words and their day would go downhill from there.

There was always something new to learn always something to work on that kept the days from feeling uniform enough for them to start to fly by. After all it's the feel of a day repeating itself too many times to count that gives the illusion of time passing quickly and Kumori's days were anything but uniform despite the amount of repetition that was involved. It was always travel, travel, train, but there was always new things to learn, new sights, new places, and new sounds.

The restricting weight seals didn't improve the constantly disorientating feeling of moving through time at a snail's pace despite the rapid changed in scenery. Other than making her feel like she was continuously wading through sand with how they were always being increased, they took a portion of her chakra to work, the more weight the higher the chakra it cost, leaving her worn and barely conscious at the end of each day despite her bodies already high healing rate that repaired most of a day's damage, from the stains of travel to weight training and taijutsu. It also took long hours of sleep supplemented with highly nutritious foods and healing seal arrays laid by Jiraiya to keep her body functioning with the rigors that it was being put through on a daily basis as he pushed her to the edge again and again. Even then, Kumori was barely able to keep up with the training program her teacher had set both the mental and a physical toll slowly building as the days passed. If it weren't for the one day of the week they didn't spend training, instead using it as a day of meditation with her clones and easy travel followed up by hot springs and relaxation, then she would have gone crazy from overusing the shadow clone jutsu and snapped long ago. As it was, Kumori could feel something in her mindscape starting to slip as if seeing the perspective of a picture start to go askew from the way that it was supposed to look. She was breaking on the inside and she could feel it, sometimes the sensation leaving her clutching her head in turmoil as she struggled to sort through too much information at one time. Too many clones, too much information too little time. It was the enormous influxes of information that she was getting daily that was causing the growing distortion of her mind that Jiraiya had warned her about when he taught her the ultimate learning jutsu. She could only hope to catch up to the world of ninja, and as long as she could piece her mind back together after the damage had been done then so be it. She would take the price. She knew that she was probably a little insane already. That was good. After all, wasn't insanity and genius a fine line? And weren't the insane shinobi the best of the best? The crazier the better. At least, that's what she had heard.

2 month into training, Jiraiya POV.

To say that Kumori was improving by leaps and bounds was an understatement. Jiraiya carefully tracked her training progress per day when they weren't on the move gathering Intel or traveling, and even when they traveled he kept a close eye on her progress with the weights he had given her to wear on top of the restrictions to her gravitational seal. It was difficult work, keeping on top of what had to be done for her and keeping an eye on current events that had been occurring with his spy network. There were times he had to use clones just to get both jobs done. And that was nothing compared to what his student was going though. He sighed as he ran over the list of everything that had accomplished this month and the month before. This was more than he had dreamed, but this couldn't be healthy for either one of them. It was settled. They would take a short break from learning and focus more on practice for now, give Kumori some time for things to sink in and for meditation. It would also give him some time to create more lesson plans and catch up on a bit of his spying on the Doku Ryu Clan. They had been a rather hard group to follow at times but Jiraiya was starting to get a feel for what some of their objectives where.

Jiraiya was pulled from his thoughts as Kumori returned from her brief hunting trip. Sending her a nod of approval she grinned back briefly before getting to work on preparing the food. It hardly took her any time anymore to take down prey and Jiraiya was satisfied with her improvement. Jiraiya set down his book as he truly regarded his student for the first time that month. He could see the changes that had taken place. She had began to put on muscle and a bit of weight, however she remained fairly lean despite the large amounts that she had been eating all month. Her blood red hair had grown quickly, already past her shoulders to her upper back and Jiraiya was starting to see why the Uzumaki always tended to have such ridiculously long hair in the first place. Her clothing was getting worn, and he made note to stop by a clothing shop at the next town they visited. Satisfied with his observations Jiraiya went back to work feeling a warm swell of pride. His respect for her had only grown after deciding to teach her. It was hard not to. She rarely complained, was a diligent student and she learned quickly, always doing her best to retain and perfect what he taught her. He could see the frustration building in her sometimes as well as the cataclysmic temper boiling under the surface when she was too tired or had a hard time grasping something, however she was good at reeling it in and made a point not to take it out on him most of the time. It was bitter work and it had only been a month but she had to be one of the hardest working people he had met thus far excluding Mighto Guy. Now that would be an interesting meeting. He smirked at the idea of introducing them. Actually they would probably get on just fine. He had found Kumori too generous when forgiving eccentric behaviors or speech patterns like his own.

Kumori POV

It was at the end of the second month when Jiraiya announced that they would be stopping at a small town on the southern border of the Land of Fire and the Land of Rivers for a small vacation and time to relax. Kumori could feel something inside her release in profound relief at the idea of being able to take any form of break from their rigorous training schedule. It had only been two months, but she needed a serious break for the big four Rs. Rest, recovery, relaxation and recreation. She grinned widely at the thought of having the time for some adult "recreation" as well. She was slender and in the best physical shape of her life but she was so tense and stressed from all the physical work, she needed something to loosen her up. Nothing like a good endorphins rush and post orgasmic bliss to help her relieve some of that tension. It had been a long time even before coming here that she had been with a man, and she found herself wondering how the two types would differ. After all they where worlds apart, who knew how their skills and talents in the bedroom would vary. Only one way to find out, she thought with a foxy grin. But first she would talk to Jiraiya about what was used as contraception here as well as disease prevention. She was sure that if anyone could give her the knowledge about venereal diseases it would be the toad sage himself.

Jiraiya choked on his morning tea before sending his student a rather flabbergasted look as she continued to regard him in a rather no nonsense kind of fashion.

"You want me to tell you what?! Why?!" He demanded looking alarmed.

"Really Sensei? You know why. I'm getting a short vacation and I intend to use it properly," she said only causing Jiraiya to choke on the spit on his mouth next. She waited patiently for his hacks and coughs to subside.

"Can't you wait till we get back to the village and you have your choice of men?" he asked with a cringe once he had stopped coughing and had caught his breath.

"Frankly, I'm going to murder someone if I don't work off some frustration before we start our next leg of training, so no." she said bluntly causing Jiraiya to grimace slightly and look away as he crossed his arms. She frowned after a moment of regarding him.

"What's the matter? You're acting like…" she paused making a slightly confused face unsure how to describe it exactly, "Considering what you write for a profession I would think that you would be more-"

"You're my student Kumori. We might not have that sort of relationship but I don't… share very well. That and I think I prefer the idea of you being a prude versus being… well..." Jiraiya said with a grimace shooting her an unhappy look. The look on her face turned thunderous and he flinched back as her eyes began to turn red, the oppressive feel of her killer intent filled the air.

"Versus what?" she asked dangerously. Jiraiya swallowed before quickly reminding himself that he was the teacher here and was supposed to be guiding his student along the best path.

"I don't think that sleeping with the first guy you find because you need to shack up is a good idea." The silence that followed was oppressive. After a moment Kumori took a deep breath in as she closed her eyes, quietly counting backwards from one hundred to help her temp cool down. By fifty she was still simmering but had enough control to speak.

"Jiraiya," he noted the lack of title, "I am now twenty three years old. I have been sexually active off and on from the age 18 and have had a total of five partners. I have been taking care of myself for a long time and know what I'm doing. At this point I'm going to do what I want to do and you need to respect my decisions, as an adult. You can either give me the information I want or I can go ask someone else. Your choice." With an aggravated gesture the man rose and left the camp without a word leaving a highly irritable and slightly hurt Kumori behind.

It was early evening a few hours before sunset when Jiraiya returned having left her to her own devices for the day after leaving. Kumori looked up from the smut scene she had been writing in her journal to see her sensei offering her a jug of sake and two cups, a large scroll under his arm. Seeing the resigned look on Jiraiya's face she hesitantly took the offered jug and cup sending him a questioning look.

"Come drink with me. This is going to be a long conversation, and I don't need to be entirely sober for it," he said. She shot him a hesitant grin and rose to her feet to follow him to the fire. Normally she didn't partake in alcohol, but no one else was around to take advantage of her vulnerable state and it was just her and Jiraiya, a man she was slowly starting to trust though part of herself remained reluctant to trust him completely. Properly seated he pat the spot next to him in the grass and Kumori settled beside him. With that he opened the scroll.

"These are some of the secrets of lovemaking, regarding protection and safety as well as techniques and jutsus that can be used to… heighten the experience for both yourself and your partner. This scroll is fairly good, but there are two more that have different techniques and jutsus. Sadly they are not currently in my possession at the moment but I will find them again in time." He said. Kumori nodded eagerly as Jiraiya opened the scroll a bit further. Sighing he poured himself a drink. His student was more mature in this aspect than most despite her few partners and her starting age. She didn't giggle, make alarmed faces, hide her face in her hands, stutter, blush excessively, shoot him shy looks or fidget nervously. She regarded him with calm matter of fact eyes, listened intently, and soon Jiraiya found his initial dread and awkwardness replaced with a relaxed flow of conversation. With that he continued, going over a swift but in depth explanation of the different venereal diseases and the Jutsus used to prevent them as well as the jutsus used for contraception, before going into some of the jutsus used to heighten a pleasant night's pleasures as well as several different techniques that could be used. Kumori nodded along and asked questions when curious, occasionally asking for a demonstration of a jutsu in which Jiraiya would perform the jutsu and show her how she should perform the jutsu on herself or her partner and how to end them, making a point to keep things clinical and as professional as possible.

As the two continued to drink saké and talk neither noticed the man watching them attentively in the dark, a man that had decided to watch them since yesterday when he had come across the Toad sage yelling at a young woman in a clearing as he trained her on taijutsu katas before they launched into a quick spar. It was clear the woman was still inexperienced when compared to the toad sage but her innovative use of some of her fighting skills and ninja tools had caught his eye. His interest peaked by the potential he could see there as well as the fact that the toad sage seemed to be training her actively, the man had watched them for the rest of the day and today as well, having taken note that morning of the young woman's request from her sensei. He had been curious how the self-proclaimed super pervert would respond and he was not disappointed, grinning widely as he continued to take notes of Jutsus from their discussion.

The hidden Shinobi used to work in Intel before he had become a Nukenin and had been trained to gather juicy information whenever available, and this information definitely juicy in so many flavorful ways. Not only would he get to learn some deliciously naughty techniques (he was already salivating, and dying to try them out,) but he had discovered that the legendary toad Sage had a student (Jiraiya never took students, his Leader would want to hear this,) and she was currently looking to bed someone to relieve some stress (he would cheerfully volunteer as tribute.) If he played his cards right not only would he get to bed a beautiful woman, which was a rarity due to his "unique" appearance, but he may even be able to get some information out of her with some cuddling and pillow talk. If that didn't work he would find other ways to milk it out of her.

His attention was once again drawn to the two people that where laughing uproariously about something by the campfire, the red yellow hue throwing them in a warm light. He could tell that they were both a little drunk with the way they were sliding out of their seats (he wasn't sure how they were doing it since they were sitting on the ground but that's drunk ninja physics for you.)

"Sooo what's your type Sensei?" asked the female with a cheesy grin and an exaggerated eyebrow wiggle, whose name if he wasn't mistaken was Kumori, meaning dark cloud. An unusual name for this area, he couldn't help but wonder if she had relatives in the Land of Clouds, despite looking more coastal in her coloration. The Toad Sannin rose and struck a kabuki pose as he tried to look cool but failed miserably.

"I love all women!" he crowed before laughing loudly as he rose out of his pose to slap his stomach in amusement. Kumori giggled.

"You mean anything that can fog a mirror. Guys are all the same," she said with a resigned sigh as Jiraiya shot her an overdramatic hurt look.

"What are you saying Kumori-chan? How can you be so mean," he whined as he took a seat beside her and poured himself more sake. Her expression turned moody.

"There's no point in trying to have a meaningful relationship because all guys want is to use your body for their own pleasure, and for you to do things for them that they don't want to do. They are just trying to use then lose you. And if you don't make them, they won't try and please you in turn. It's the least they can do after everything!" she said with an unhappy far off look. The hidden man could tell that she was speaking from past experiences. Suddenly she stood and put her foot on Jiraiya's chest shoving him to the ground, her foot still in place as she glared fierily.

"That's why I'm picky so don't you lecture me on picking partners!" she yelled, looking fierce and feisty as she stood over the man with her foot on his chest, her dainty figure thrown in sharp relief. The way the shadows hugged her hips and breasts had the hidden man licking his lip, a lower part of his body coming alive at her little display of dominance. He always liked the feisty type, and she didn't seem intimidated by someone as strong as the Toad Sage. Jiraiya just settled back with a grin as he put his arms behind his head, clearly alright with letting the female have her way.

"And just what is your type Kumori-chan?" he asked as she continued to scowl fiercely at him.

"Tall. Strong. Muscular. His body needs to be… proportionate." At this Jiraiya's grin turned lewd, "Polite. If he doesn't have some form of manners he's a pig. Smart. I don't want to have a conversation with an idiot. It's droll and almost a physical pain to endure. Easy going enough to take a joke. I don't want to have to nurse a delicate ego. Level headed. If he blows up over everything he's going to get on my nerves far too quickly. Older than me. I don't date brats or guys that need me to wipe their chin. They are already immature enough without youth added to the mix." She listed off as Jiraiya tsked in mild disapproval.

"Kumori, those are mostly personality traits," he chided before grinning leeringly.

"What butters your bread?" he prompted again as she pouted a little and removed her foot so she could sit and sip her sake, muttering something about this was why she never drank. After a moment she sighed.

"Those are the basic requirements. From then on, the guy needs to be a good combination of whatever he is, like hair color, bright eyes, contrasting skin tone, like blue eyes with tan skin. Angular cheek bones. A strong enough chin and jaw line. I hate weak jaw lines, they're gross. A strong sharp nose that's not too big or round or too beaky. Kissable lips. Mm, big talented hands that are rough in texture but gentle when handling me. Tattoos and piercings can be sexy if they are done well. Mm, sharp teeth are sexy. I might have a bit of a fang and biting fetish," she said as she licked her lips hungrily. The hidden man's eyes were locked on her thigh which were now pressed together and rubbing restlessly. The sight made his nose flare and his heart rate increase with the knowledge that she was getting turned on by this and soon his very sensitive nose picked up on the scent of her arousal. He breathed out hard fighting for control as the heady scent filled his lungs and made his brain foggy. At the same time he could feel his focus become sharper as he watched her, the predator in him locked onto his prey. She smelled heavenly, her body already calling for him and his body was already singing for her. If only she had a clue. There were a great many of the traits that she had listed that he had both physically and personality wise, however he was sure with an appearance seal he could become irresistible to her. He was polite, smart, even headed, liked jokes even at his expense at times, and was 28 and rather mature. He was Six feet four inches tall, causing him to tower over most people, pure muscles, and only weighed 183 pounds. The only thing that would get in the way would be his anomalous appearance. He had always been ostracized since he was a child for the way he looked with his beady white eyes, hulking figure and razor sharp teeth. The skin and hair color didn't really help either. With that the hidden man stayed and watched the two of them talk not leaving till the early hours of the morning when they were finally asleep, the sake gone. With his skills he was nearly undetectable at times if he wanted to be despite his appearance and how large his chakra reserves where. Mostly he never suppressed his chakra but after realizing that the female was more sensitive to chakra yesterday he used a jutsu to keep it near undetectable. He noticed that she still seemed to pick up on his sword's chakra so he had to leave it a good distance away to keep her from noticing him. He wasn't from the village that got the most assassination requests for nothing, even if they had mainly used him as the brawn he had still mastered the silent killing technique as well as the hidden in the Mist Jutsu.

He left with several goals in mind and a large grin as he left a water clone to watch them in case they decided to travel to another location. The water clone would be able to send would be able to use a summons to send him information. While it was doing that he would go on ahead. With all these new Jutsus at his disposal he needed to practice with them, and to do that he was going to have to go to a brothel and test his skill at making a woman scream his name. With his lack of sexual partners he would need the practice if he hoped to satisfy the feisty redhead. He could tell she had been sorely disappointed in the past and was looking forwards to the challenge.

The Man grinned at the intimidated sex workers as the Madame of the brothel gestured to the lineup of girls, offering him to pick one. They all fidgeted uncomfortably under his predatory eyes and his sharp toothed grin, his great height and broad musculature making him all the more dangerous looking. The giant sword on his back didn't help. After a moment of making them uncomfortable he turned to the Madame, bending low enough to speak in her ear.

"I'm doing some research for a little project of mine. She's a lovely little thing and what I'm lacking is the experience to please her properly. As you can tell from my appearance I don't get offers very often which is why I have come here, Madame. I want to please her very much, so much that she will never want to look elsewhere for a lover or be disappointed. Can you help me? Perhaps one of the girls is more experienced than others in teaching the ways of lovemaking?" he asked quietly. The Madame regarded him for a moment before nodding and snapping her fingers.

"Ume. Come." She said as she dismissed the other girls gesturing for the Shinobi and the woman to follow her. As the woman shot him furtive glances the Shinobi grinned as he gave a chuckle.

"I look weird don't I? If you want," with that his fingers rose to touch a seal under his cloths and changed his coloration, tan skin and sky blue eyes now staring at her, his natural markings on his face gone and his hair a dark brown instead of black blue. Her breath caught in surprise before she blushed at the suddenly handsome man that stood before her, the only difference to him being his coloration as his handsome features came forwards. He grinned at her response as the Madame opened a room for them and gestured.

"How long will you be with us, Shinobi-san?" asked the Madame as Ume moved to make them drinks.

"Just tea for me," the Shinobi murmured before shooting the woman a sharp toothed grin.

"It depends on how long it will take for my little bride to get here. Two to three days," he said as the two women shot each other a slightly surprised look at his pretense. It wasn't like he was going to tell them that he was going to use newfound skills to milk one of the Sannin's students for information after leaving here. Better to let them think that he was about to get married and just didn't want to disappoint his little bride.

"I hate to insist but you will need to pay at least half up front, good sir," said the Madame with a bow as the Shinobi began to fish the coin needed out of his pocket. The Madame bowed as she accepted the coins before she placed them by the door.

"Now," she said as the Shinobi took a seat and began to drink his tea, "we shall begin." At this the Man's eyebrows rose.

"Oh, are you going to be watching?" he asked with a wide grin. The Madame's answering smirk was just as devilish.

"And instructing. Ume will be your partner, but if you truly wish to please your little bride then my greater experience and Ume's will be helpful on the matter." As the madam spoke Ume rose and began to gently disrobe him, her hands lingering on rock hard muscle and broad shoulders. He leaned back with some pride as she continued her work with appreciative eyes and lingering touches, the Shinobi liking the way the two woman where watching him. When he lifted his hips to let her remove his pants he chuckled at Ume's widening eyes as his girth sprang free.

"My, aren't you full of surprises," murmured the Madame as she examined such a fine specimen of male masculinity. The man's grin was smug.

"What can I say, I'm a proportionate man." The Madame chuckled at his choice of words, for he was indeed large in all areas. Ume moved to kneel between his legs but the Madame stopped her.

"No, instead he will disrobe you. While you do this, Shinobi-san, you will want to caress her sensually," said the Madame as she showed the Man a few of the caresses she spoke of, Ume sighing contently at the sensations. The Man grinned and began to do as instructed.

"Slower, gentler. There will be time for passion later," said the Madame and the Shinobi complied, Ume's sighs and gasps of pleasure filling the air.

"Foreplay is key to a woman's pleasure," the Madam instructed as the Man began to pepper hot open mouthed kisses across Ume's bare shoulders and collar bone her robe being discarded to pool on the ground leaving her bare to his eyes. Behind her back he did the hand signs for a jutsu as the Madame watched in alarmed concern. The next time he caresses Ume, her sighs turned to gasps and heady moans and the Madame relaxed with a sly grin. It looked like the ninja was going to go all the way for that little bride of his to fall for him.

"Tease her, here and here. Find the places she is sensitive. Listen to the way she breaths and, if you can, her scent and her heartbeat. They will all tell you when she finds something pleasurable. And of course the obvious indicators," said the Madame as she gestured towards Ume's pebble hard nipples before dipping two fingers in the other woman's precious place from where she stood behind the woman. Ume moaned and pulled the Man's face up to where he had been nuzzling her breasts to kiss him deeply as he took note of the glistening fingers that the Madame now held up.

"Open your mouth wider," whispered Ume as they exchanged breath and the Man did she instructed, his caresses lighting a fire through her that Ume hadn't felt in a while. This man was large, beautiful in his own strikingly odd way, and very dangerous, she could feel it in the strength of his arms and the carefully controlled power. It was addicting and different from the way most men felt. The danger sent a thrill of excitement and fear through her, enough to fuel her arousal higher. The deadly sharp teeth only helped.

"Of course with how large you are, you will need to get Ume very wet to keep her from being in pain when she takes your considerable girth. And with your bride I would suggest breaking her hymen with a finger and work to stretch her out with your fingers over the course of several days. Otherwise you may very well harm her badly with your first joining. Once she is properly stretched out enough for you two to finally join I would suggest making her orgasm several times before taking her. She will be very wet and will be less fearful of sex since she will have received pleasure from her partner beforehand." Said the Madame as the Man took mental note while listening to Ume's heart spike when he caressed a certain spot. They broke from their kiss with heavy breaths as the Man continued to lave kisses on her neck giving her a very gentle nip with his sharp teeth. Her scent spiked in arousal and fears and he continued, making sure to be gentle and sooth the spot afterwards with his tongue. He pulled her closer and Ume moaned as one of his arms held her to him, the other kneading her ass. Soon he was caressing her cleft and he noted another high spike in her arousal, the scent driving him crazy, his thoughts becoming foggy. The female smelled so good, his inner instincts were begging him to take her, eyes glazing over as his breathing sped up. The Madame could see that he was starting to lose control his motions starting to speed up, his breathing heightening and decided to interject before he took Ume before she was ready.

"Calm yourself Shinobi-san. Now it is time to lay her back on the bed and to pleasure her. She can either sit on your face or you can lie between her thighs." Ume squeaked in surprise as she suddenly found herself kneeling on the bed, the soft brush of his hair against her legs before two strong hands gently guided her hips down to where the Shinobi's head rested between her thighs and soon a low moan broke past trembling lips as his tongue began to work its magic. Despite her profession, it wasn't often that her partners where decent enough to take care of her pleasure as well. The man did a few hand signs placing the hand over her womb. She found herself falling forwards with a sharp cry, trembling in pleasure, as her eyes widened in alarm. The muscles in her vaginal canal began to ripple on their own before her eyes rolled up into her head from the increased pleasure, his tongue rolling over her pearl as he suddenly plunged his thick long fingers deep into her. Her cry of pleasure ripped through the air as he continued to pump his fingers deep into her, feeling the way two fingers stretched her out as his careful minstrations on her pearl increased the please. The Shinobi moaned deep in his throat as he continued to suckle the slick haven between her legs, the heat and slick wetness causing his cock to throb and twitch painfully. It was almost too hard to think with the source of that wonderful scent and flavor sitting on his face, her juices plentiful as he continued to pleasure her weeping center, fingers plunging faster and deeper, hitting that spot deep inside of her. Her moans picked up to horse cries as he used that sensitivity increasing jutsu on her insides and clit, and he bit back a pleased groan when her nails sunk into his thighs. She began to claw the bed as the pleasure increased swiftly, her lungs filling, before a wail of pleasure was ripped out of her, shakes and shivers running through her as her orgasm ripped through her, the sensation only heightened by the jutsu that the Shinobi was using on her center.

"S-stop, it's too much, it's too good," she whimpered as her orgasm was drawn out longer and longer by the man's ministration his fingers pumping her steadily as his tongue continued its work.

When he showed no signs of stopping she blearily gathered his member in her hands and began to work him shakily with her mouth and hands hoping to distract him long enough to stop that painfully pleasurable sensation, the hypersensitivity nearly bringing tears to her eyes as spasms and shivers rocked through her body still. A broken cry was ripped from him and his grip on her hips turned bruising as he ripped his fingers from her making her flinch as her walls rippled at the loss of sensation. She felt something in her stomach do flips at the heady sensation of power she felt over this man, in this moment at the way he groaned and his hips gave involuntary thrusts while shivers ran through his perfectly sculpted body, all muscle and barely restrained power. She wondered what other sounds she could get him to make. With that she began to take him deeper into her mouth and his groans turned into a surprised cry before a predatory growl rumbled through the man beneath her, causing her to freeze in surprise and mild fear. With a flurry of movement she found herself laying on his chest, something rounded and blunt pushing into her womanhood from below. With a moan the velvety head of his shaft began to fill her, stretching her out, and Ume's moans grew louder as waves of pained pleasure due to his size, despite the steps that had taken to prepare her, pleasant shivers raced through her as her insides still rippling from the jutsu from before.

"Oooooh shinobi-sama," she moaned as she clung to him enjoying the feel of him under her hands and inside her, "It's so big. I can feel you stretching me out filling my insides. It feels so good," she whimpered, her hot heady words making his breath turn ragged as his member twitched inside the hot liquid paradise he had just buried his cock in. He could feel her walls undulating around him as he slowly and steadily buried himself to the hilt. She sat back and groaned as the movement force more of his girth deeper, and the two of them remained still for a second as they tried to get used to the intense sensations of their joining.

"C-call me by my name," he gasped out as he tried to get used to the heavenly sensation of being in a woman. It had been too long and he needed time to adjust or this would be too quick.

"A-and what do I call you Shinobi-samaa," she moaned sensuously in his ear. He grinned.

"Kisame," he answered his grin predatory.

3 months into training

With the use of shadow clones Kumori was progressing faster than Jiraiya had dreamed despite the distances they traveled. She was rather intelligent making it easy to teach her a concept and for her to grasp it, making the theoretical aspect refreshing compared to having to break everything down several times, and things she didn't understand she would ask him about until she was satisfied, usually leading to in-depth conversations on the subject, something that Jiraiya didn't mind. In the beginning she had only been able to create six shadow clones that could last the day, but with her training and her increasing chakra reserves it wouldn't be long before she could make more than him. The use of them was starting to take a toll on her, he could see from the times he caught her staring off into space or blanking out after a day's worth of training. It was why he always made sure she had a day of rest, and even then that was sometimes strained. Typically it was best to travel short distances those days. It gave them time to speak easier without being distracted by tree running and gave them time to bond less as teacher and student but as person to person. With how busy they had been they had been a bit cut off from people and it was good to have regular social interaction. As teacher and student it was also important that they understood one another and where on good speaking terms, which was one of the reasons Jiraiya made a point to constantly engage Kumori in small talk during times of peace. He could see she was becoming overwhelmed by the information she was learning, and becoming withdrawn when she wasn't snapping or waspish with frustration or agitation. It was only reasonable to expect those reaction from her. There was a reason the Shadow clone jutsu was forbidden and it wasn't just the chakra cost. Jiraiya was doing his best to combat some of the known negative effects it could have on a person's psyche.

Jiraiya pulled himself from his thoughts to watch Kumori's clone put the final touches on a seal that he was teaching her today. She had pick up sealing faster than he would have thought, considering it was an art form that not a lot of ninja could be successful in considering it took many hours of dedication and practice to master. Kumori had both with plenty to spare and a creative edge that was starting to take shape in her seals. After all, she was from a different world and she thought differently than the average ninja. She didn't immediately assume that certain limitations existed and therefore pushed the boundaries to find whether or not something was possible. The real Kumori was doing katas and dodging randomly thrown projectile from his clones who was trying to teach her situational awareness. Suddenly the clone that had been working on a seal blew up as the seal destabilized causing both Kumori and Jiraiya to flinch before Kumori yelped as his clone took advantage of her distraction to hit her with a dull kunai. She disappeared in a cloud of smoke and a log took her place, the real Kumori appearing with a grimaced before she made another two clones. Gasping for breath from the sudden loss of chakra, she held up her hand to call his clones to a stop and took a seat to catch her breath. Getting up from the tree, Jiraiya handed her a food pill that she took gratefully. When she had her breath back she would get back to it, but for now she would rest. That was another reason there were so few sealing masters. Those in training tended to accidentally blow themselves up before getting mastery of their subject.

Kumori POV

To say that Kumori's respect and admiration of Jiraiya had grown over the last three months was an understatement, and she could understand now why Shikaku had insisted that she learn from the Toad Sage and him alone. Not only was he a master at many subjects, and a good teacher he wasn't overbearing, and he didn't place unrealistic expectations on her. If he pushed her, she knew she could reach a goal, even if it was hard or a struggle, and had come to respect his judgment in time. She also understood the other reason for Shikaku's insistence. Jiraiya's protection was no laughing matter. Like her, he had a subtle protective streak except he had more than enough power to back it up. After her initial poisoning, Jiraiya had rarely let her leave his side, however it wasn't without good reason. He had already saved her on two occasions from an attack over the past three months, though she was proud to say that she had been able to detect and deflect the last one.

In fact she had been attacked by unknown shinobi on their mini vacation a month ago, which had put a dampener on her fun. Kumori pouted as she recalled the tall handsome man that been making those sexy bedroom eyes on her. She had been so distracted by the way his touch had burned something hot and needy into her skin that she hadn't noticed the deadly barrage of ninja weapons flying at her. However her date had, teleporting the both of them away in an instance before flashing off to make quick work of the men that had attacked her. And that was how she found out that he was a shinobi though she should have guessed he was despite the civilian clothes. Apparently he had been trying to blend in, not broadcast his shinobi status and she had been so distracted by the sex appeal he had been oozing that she hadn't been her usual perceptive self. Cursing herself for her stupidity on not noticing something that seemed glaringly obvious now, she had created two clones and left feeling rather put out. There was no way that he was a Konoha ninja and she didn't want to go consorting with a ninja from an opposing village by accident. That didn't mean that she couldn't say thank you for saving her, which was why she left him the two shadow clones with instructions to make his night breathtaking. That way they still might have a wonderful night, without them actually consorting directly. She would get the memories and he would get the experience of having two jutsu wielding woman working on him. Still though ,she wanted to be the one to work up a good sweat with a sexy tall guy. Pouting at the injustice of life and grumpier than usual since she didn't find anyone else half as appealing, she went back to find Jiraiya and tell him what happened. He had been displeased but overall more exasperated than anything. When her training picked up again after their mini break he had put her through the ringer for her careless mistake.

Sometimes Jiraiya let her handle the attacks, but usually took care of them himself before she had the chance to. Yes it had been a bit disgruntling to be kept so close all the time but after a while his presence had become a familiar comfort. As long as he was there, nothing and no one could touch her. It was nice… but at the same time kept all the cute boys away like their vacation. She wasn't sure how he had done it but despite her flirting and thinly veiled propositions, no one other than that lone man had taken the bait and she knew that somehow her sensei was to blame.

Kumori sighed as she readied her gear, pulling herself from her thoughts. Tonight was going to be one of those challenges that Jiraiya put before her, and she would need to remain focused. Her eyes narrowed and she stilled as she peered through the darkness. There it was again, a very faint chakra signature. It had taken her a while to notice but it had been coming and going for about a month now, sometimes waking her at night or distracting her while training. The moment she stilled it became even fainter than before, letting her know that whoever was watching her knew that she knew they were there.

"How long are you going to keep sneaking around?" she asked the dark quietly. An unearthly chuckle filled the air and she whirled kunai whizzing through the air where the Chakra had been but it disappeared with barely a rustle of air, fog starting to seep into the area. With a growl Kumori turned to go, knowing that whoever it was would be back, and deciding to focus on the task at hand. This wouldn't be the first time she and Jiraiya had to chase off a hostile or curious ninja so she decided not to pay it too much mind. Tonight they were doing stealth training, and she wasn't allowed to use her stealth seal. (Not that she knew how to use it yet since Jiraiya had yet to teach the hand seal sequences she needed to activate and deactivate her seals. Sneaky bastard. In fact he was always adjusting her resistance seal to be higher and higher, and she had no way of turning it off or adjusting it even when she slept. Asshole.)

Jiraiya had taught her stealth techniques that she had been practicing for the past month and a half. Tonight would be a test of sorts to see how well she would do. Done adjusting her gear she moved through the treetops silently, using the transparent escape technique, one of the jutsu Jiraiya had taught her. The goal was for her to enter camp and enter a tent he had set up for the purpose of this exercise without alerting him to her presence, steal an item then depart without being captured. Using chakra to muffle the sound of her footsteps she easily slid to all fours as the light of the camp flickered through the trees. She had already spotted a couple clones patrolling the area. Staying close to the ground she smoothly approached the tent, chakra muffling her hands and feet as moved like a spider across the ground. Sliding though a slight opening between the tent and the ground that she had spotted in the back she carefully moved to the table where Jiraiya was working on his manuscript in the lamplight. With that she relaxed into place and waited, using chakra to mask the sound of her breath and movement making sure to keep it suppressed so that he wouldn't feel her presence.

It was hard keeping her large chakra reserves repressed but apparently she was managing just fine if he had yet to notice her. After an hour Jiraiya gave a jaw-breaking yawn and stretched, his eyes sliding shut, giving Kumori the opportunity to grab something silently from his desk. With that she smoothly made to go the way she came his pen in hand. When she was out she heard a grunt of surprise from inside the tent letting her know that he had noticed what she had taken. Wasting no time she steadily stealthily made her way towards the tree line being careful to leave no trace, moving as steadily and calmly as possible. She heard him moving around in the clearing behind her clearly looking for her but she didn't rush despite how hard her heart pounded. Rushing was typically sloppy and she wasn't skilled enough to be able to get away with it unlike other ninja.

Suddenly her eyes widened as she picked up on the well-hidden chakra from earlier though it was faint. They were back sooner than usual. What was that hidden person trying to do? Finally in the trees she took off, heading for the river. That was her meeting spot with one of Jiraiya's clones. She heard Jiraiya moving in the clearing before he entered the trees as well, clearly looking for her. She grinned cheekily. She didn't have to take something from his desk but she wanted to see how well she could avoid detection from a target that knew that she was out there and was actively seeking her out. Her eyes widened in alarm when she realized that this wasn't the real Jiraiya but a clone from the more elemental feel of the chakra and she created several clones that shunshined away. There was a flurry of Kunai heading towards her, but she shunshined away at blinding speed, zipping through the forest like a bolt as she ghosted by, her clones deflecting of catching the weapons, a few fighting him while others set traps behind her to slow down her pursuer. There was an explosion from behind and she cursed as she moved in a roundabout manner towards her destination. It was clear she still needed more training on the matter.

That next morning Kumori flopped down in her tent with a scowl and a tired sigh, everything feeling some sort of bruising, soreness or ache. As a punishment for getting cocky the rest of the night had been spent in stealth training instead of rest. It had been even more grueling than ever and Kumori found herself regretting her stunt the night before. The dreaded words "Undetectable" and "Stealth!" now made her flinch and she rolled over with a groan, intent on falling asleep. She frowned at the feel of something poking into her side and with a grunt she pulled out a small container of some kind. Curiously she opened the lid to find some kind of salve that had the strong scent of medical herbs. With a small smile at Jiraiya's thoughtfulness Kumori sat up and created a clone to help her rub the salve in, sighing in relief as some of the pain began to abate, sleepiness suddenly stealing over her as the clone worked it deep into her back, her tense muscles slowly relaxing. Little did she know that it hadn't been left for her by her sensei.

4 months into training

Kisame watched from where he was hidden in the trees, his sword hidden a mile away to make him undetectable while using jutsu, even to the kunoichi. He had given the sword a lot of his large chakra so that he could properly mask himself this time. Before she hadn't been noticing him but as she had trained with time, he had noticed when his presence distracted her like when her clone blew up when creating a seal a while ago. Now he was sure that he was undetectable. He couldn't have the little lady tipping off the Toad Sage of his presence which he was sure to happen if she kept sensing him.

The little kunoichi was advancing at such a rapid rate that Kisame felt something akin to awe and mild jealousy at the rapid improvement, however the enormous efforts she made to advance kept any resentments at bay and he watched her hard work take its toll while yielding results. The fruits of her labor where deadly, with increasing speed and precision. The Toad Sage was almost merciless despite his easy going ways, and continued to demand more and more of his lone female student every day. Kisame could see the strain was finally starting to get to her, her face looking more and more worn every time he decided to hunt the duo down to check on them.

His face took on a contemplative look as he recalled the last time they had spoken in person. She had been lovely and there was an excited sensual light that had lit her eyes, eyes that were starting to grow unfocused and bloodshot with fatigue. He had yet to discover what was driving her on or why her sensei was training her so hard. There had to be something driving her or a normal person would have folded long by now. With a sigh Kisame retreated. He would be back in a bit but first there was a bounty that needed to be hunted down that wasn't too far from this area.

4 and half months into training

To this day Jiraiya would tell you that he hadn't seen it coming, and truthfully there was no blaming him. There was no way for him to have known till it was too late. After all it was just a basic fire jutsu, that took little chakra and little control and Kumori had performed plenty of basic jutsus before without problem. Admittedly she had never performed an elemental Ninjutsu yet, but that was because there had been more interesting ones that had had wanted his student to learn first, like his signature techniques, Undetectable Escape, Needle Jizo, Swamp of the Underworld a summoning technique, as well as the Shunshin, Henge, Replacement Jutsu as well as starting her training on the Rasengan.

He had sat Kumori down as was starting to become the norm when it was lecture time and he had explained the basic mechanics of the jutsu feeling that she had mastered more than enough chakra control by now to blow right through the technique and move onto a couple more before dinner. They had talked jutsu technique, he had taught her the sequence of hand signs and when he felt the time was right had given a demonstration then suggested that she try to do the same in the center of the small lake that they had found, both using water walking to stand in the center while her clones continued Fuinjutsu practice and taijutsu kata techniques. She formed the hand sighs perfectly as instructed then took in a breath to release the fire jutsu.

BOOOOOOOOM! AAAAGH-!

Then the world exploded into flames and her piercing screams filled the air for a moment before fading off into nothing, the two of them sent flying different direction from the explosion landing in the lake. Jiraiya shook his shaggy mane dazedly as he climbed out of the water, the water having doused the arm that he had risen to shield his face leaving it blistered and singed but no longer on fire. Rising quickly to the sound of gurgles and pops he ran to the edge of the lake where his traumatized student was sporting burns over the front of her body her words in a garble of ineligible sounds. Then again it could have been her burned lips or burned tongue that made it hard to understand her as she sobbed and shook from where she had crumpled in the water shaking in shock and pain at the sudden ordeal. Jiraiya couldn't find the words to speak either as sheer horror warred with his confusion at the sight. He could barely recognize his student right now who had been reduced to a cindering mess and he nearly gagged at the smell of burnt flesh and hair. It had been years since the war and he couldn't help by find his mind flashing back to some of the burn victims.

Something like this had never happened before with such a low powered jutsu, nor had there even been a reported case of a basic fire jutsu going this wrong. Shaking himself at the sudden rush of adrenaline that flooded his system Jiraiya carefully gathered his shaking student in a blanket from camp and took off at a run towards the closest town thanking the gods above that they were only two miles out from a hospital.

At the hospital the shocked doctors where able to stabilize the young woman before sedating her since she had not come out of her panicked state and was starting to cause herself injury with her agitation. And with that Jiraiya left immediately, leaving a couple clones in his place to guard her as he headed for a little gambling town that was only a day's journey away. His student had very extensive burns that where sure to scar badly and last he had heard from his spy network Tsunade was there.

Later that evening

Tsunade gave a scowl as she regarded the abnormally serious Jiraiya before her, displeased with being woken in the middle of the night. He had changed in the years they had not seen each other but his presence was still an unwelcome reminder of a past she had left behind and she found her lip curling at his unannounced entrance and sudden demands. She harrumphed.

"And if I say no?" she asked. His face remained unreadable as his black eyes bore into hers. She could feel her discomfort rising at the uncharacteristic intensity she saw there but she didn't let it show.

"I will pay handsomely Tsunade-hime," he said smoothly though she detected the tightness in his voice. It was a note of anxiety and worry that most would not have picked up on but Tsunade had heard that tone in his voice often enough to know what it meant. After all they had been comrades and teammates for many years. She knew him better than most people to be able to tell how tightly wound he was at the current moment. She sat back with a sigh.

"Make it a hundred thousand ryo," she said. She could see his jaw work in restless tension but he answered without hesitation.

"Deal." Tsunade regarded him with interest, making no move to leave as the man before her stood. Whoever this student was must be very lucky or unlucky to have Jiraiya's undivided assistance.

"So what caused this training accident?" she asked as the man's fist clenched, his jaw working in clear agitation betraying the true extent of his inner turmoil to Tsunade as one who knew him well.

"I don't know, there's no explanation for it. It was a low level fire jutsu, her chakra control is good, and the hand signs where correct. She did it perfectly. It just… exploded." He murmured his voice tight and his eyes distant as he recalled the event. Tsunade's eyes flew to his burnt sleeve and the man's closed off face before snorting.

"This is what you get for taking on another student," she grumbled, "Didn't you learn after the last two?" After all, all his students so far had ended up dea-

The sound of a fist going through the wall was sudden enough to make Tsunade flinch in surprise and the sound of movement came from the other side before Shizune emerged from the room, weapons drawn only to freeze as she took in the tease atmosphere that blanketed the room.

"Just hurry up," he finally grit out as he withdrew his arm from the wall, eyes black with barely repressed anger. Tsunade scoffed as if the uncharacteristic display of fury hadn't startled her but she felt her gut sinking is uneasy discomfort. Just how much had he changed over the years and who was this student?

It was late afternoon when the trio arrived at the hospital the next day, the evening sky lighting the world on fire with its striking colors and dazzling hues. Despite its beauty Jiraiya remained grim as he motioned for the two women to follow. Soon they found themselves in a small room, two clones regarding them silently as they entered. They released themselves and Jiraiya found himself gritting his teeth in anger as their memories came back to him, memories of her waking up in pain, of staff coming to change her bandages, how gruesome her burns were, of… his eyes widened in shock as something clenched painfully in his chest.

Kumori had pulled away from him in fear, from what his clones remembered, delirious and in pain but with terrified arms raised to ward off an attack when she had sensed him. She may not have been able to see him, but she could still feel his chakra and every time he had tried to draw closer she had shrieked and wailed if he touched her before the staff would sedate her again.

Did she think that he had done this on purpose?

Jiraiya swallowed as his heart sped up and he took a seat. He had found over time that Kumori was a paranoid creature but still… It was clear that she held him responsible for what had happened to her. Why? What could she remember from the event? He could only find out in time, and he could only hope that when she was better that she would forgive him, despite this being an accident.

Tsunade pushed forward all business as she placed her glowing hands over her sleeping patient, eyes sliding shut in concentration as she began to feel along the person's chakra pathways where the bandages where. She frowned at the feel of them, noting the signs of chakra development and recent expansions of the person's chakra pools, to get a feel for her patient before she began to feel along the areas where there had been damage.

There had been scorching in the lungs and the esophagus from intense heat, and the vocal cords were completely seared away, the mouth little more than a mushy cavity. She grimaced. She would have to drain fluid and pus from the lungs before repairing them. The skin on the face had been mostly burned off, but thankfully the eyes had been closed when the explosion had occurred, sparring them for the most part, though she would have to repair them as well. There where areas on the head that wouldn't grow back hair unless she repaired it, and she would need to repair the eyelids that had melted shut. Some of her teeth had been cracked by the heat as well and would need repair. The damage to her skin was mostly superficial however the damage to her right arm and hand had been rather bad as well. She would need Shizune to help her if they wanted to finish everything tonight. However despite the extensive damage, the patient was stable and deeply sleeping, her body hard at work to repair the damage. Tsunade could feel the repair that had been done through the night and frowned as she realized that whoever this was had an advanced healing factor. Tsunade tsked in disapproval as she shot a glare over her shoulder at Jiraiya.

"What the hell happened to him?" she asked gesturing to the comatose person on the bed. Jiraiya's jaw tightened as her looked away.

"Her." Tsunade's eyes widened in surprise before looking at the person on the bed with higher scrutiny.

"But the chakra pools are so large…" she muttered before pulling back the sheets to find that indeed the person had breasts she hadn't noticed before due to their small size. She tsked in irritation at the thinness she saw in the young woman's body, a leading contribution to her small bust size.

"She's too thin," she snapped at Jiraiya in growing ire, the extensive wounds to her patient leaving her angry and needed an outlet, to Jiraiya's expense. Jiraiya's expression was withdrawn as he stared down at the comatose form of his student, clearly worried.

"I've been supplementing her meals with nutrient and calorie pills. It's been helping a bit," he murmured, sounding far off his gaze distant. Tsunade continued to give him an indignant scowl though in truth she was a bit taken aback by the whole situation as well as how her teammate was being affected by it. Giving a huff because she couldn't think of another way to react she turned and got to work, repairing skin and hair growth follicles, clearing fluid and rebuilding the lining of her lungs and esophagus, amid the many repairs that had to be made to the young woman before her.

It was well into the night by the time she and Shizune were finished.

Sighing tiredly she removed the bandages to reveal pink unblemished skin and a freshly reformed mouth, lifting soft delicately shaped lips to check repaired teeth and her mouth. The young woman's eyebrows and eyelashes where missing but Tsunade could tell where they would re-grow, and the patch of missing hair on her head was already sporting a fresh layer of short hair giving her very short bangs in the front and near her ears. It seemed the rapid repair had lent to rapid hair growth as well.

Tsunade regarded the sleeping young woman critically. It was clear the woman was beautiful, and she couldn't help but wonder the nature of her and Jiraiya's relationship. Was she an informant from his spy network that had been caught or badly wounded? Was she a lover or a friend? Or was she really a student of his? He hadn't taken one on in years and had vowed not to do so again until he was ready so why her? Why now?

Finally pulling herself from her ponderous thoughts she let her hand slid over the young woman's head planning to gently stimulating her neuron pathways to prompt her into consciousness. A hand over hers however stopped her and she looked up to find Jiraiya's grim gaze.

"Don't. Let her sleep. It will help her... process all of this," he said quietly as Tsunade shot him a suspicious look, wondering if the releasing of his shadow clones had anything to do with the look on his face or why he didn't want her woken right away. It may have been the years of being a ninja or just plain curiosity that made her nosey but Tsunade found herself wondering once more about her team mate and the young woman. With a tired sigh she decided to let it go for now as he took a seat on the bed peering intently at the young woman.

"Where's my money Jiraiya?" she asked as he ignored her. Instead he gazed over the young woman turning her face to examine it before checking her scalp and her neck, before carefully lifting an eyelid to examine her eyes. Next he checked her hands before tsking in mild annoyance causing Tsunade's eyebrow to rise.

"All her calluses on her right hand are gone now. She's going to complain something fierce until they have been built back up," he muttered as he examined the now soft skin before sighing. It seemed that she had burned more on this hand away than he had thought. He was just glad Tsunade and Shizune had been able to repair everything. He might just have her practice with a glove for a while until her hand was back to normal, though he had to admit the feel of such a small and delicate hand feeling so soft was rather nice. Tsunade watched him carefully as he checked her mouth and teeth before giving the young woman a careful tickle to her side. A sleepy giggle filled the air and for the first time since seeing him a smile lit his face, bringing more of the man she used to know back. With a satisfied grin he turned to look at her still seated on the edge of the bed, eyes now warm and happy.

"Thank you Tsunade-hime," he said quietly as Tsunade continued to frown at him. After a moment she harrumphed and looked away.

"She's healed, so where's my money?" she grunted and this time Jiraiya let out an easy chuckle. Tsunade could feel some of her tension ease at the sound as he stood and created a couple shadow clones.

"You'll get you payment. Let's go talk over some food first, and I can get you and Shizune a place to stay for the night." He said as Tsunade regarded him with a frown.

"We had best be on our way," she stated as Jiraiya sighed not looking surprised as he rose to follow her out.

"I will pay you for this next service separately. She's not been gaining weight, and it can't be healthy. She's not even having her monthly cycle, that's how thin she is. I want you to take another look at her and talk to her, maybe help us prescribe a diet that will keep her healthy. I would see it as a personal favor if you would stay for a couple more days to talk to her." Tsunade's eyes went wide at the his words, a blush blazing over her cheeks.

"Jiriaya you pervert! Why would you even know if she's getting her cycle or not?!" she roared as she socked him in the face. He disappeared in a puff of smoke having replaced himself with a shadow clone to her surprise. The look he shot her was not amused and she felt her next words catch in her throat before she could hurl them at him.

"Tsunade, you yourself mentioned that all my students are dead. When I took her on I decided that she was going to be the one to live, and for that she needs to be strong. Already word has gotten out that I have a student, and there have been attacks. I have been training her into the ground, and she has been advancing at such a high rate that I would notice if there were a few days that she was moving slow, looked pale or acting more lethargic than what is normal. She has had no signs, nor have we had to make any stops for feminine products, painkillers or the like. Remember she isn't the first female I've taught before and I know the signs when they appear. I don't even think that she's realized it yet with how consumed she is with training. As hard as I push her, she's starting to push herself harder. " he murmured quietly. Tsunade continued to regard him for a moment before sighing and moving towards the bed her hands glowing green. Letting them rest on her lower abdomen she blinked in shock as she began to examine her patient. The shock continued to grow as she continued her examination. Finally she let her hands fall before slowly turning to look at the Toad sage, a mixture of emotions on her face, the predominate being shock.

"Jiraiya, what aren't you telling me about this woman?" she demanded as the Toad Sage frowned in confusion before his blood went cold. Had she snuck off sometime without his noticing?

"Is… Is she pregnant?" he asked in alarm. To his profound relief Tsunade shook her head no and his heart started working correctly. Letting out a sigh of relief he regarded his grim team mate.

"What is it Hime?" Tsunade regarded him for a moment before frowning.

"She's not having a menstrual because she currently does not have any eggs. In fact her body seems to be in the process of producing and storing them, which is physically impossible except for the people that come from the Far Sho-" Jiraiya's hand snapped to cover Tsunade's mouth as his shadow clone began to sound proof the room using seals. Her eyes widened at the implications and Jiraiya's grim face. Once the clones gave him the sign that it was all clear he lowered his hand.

"That. Tsunade-hime is an SSS class secret and you are never to repeat what you know on pain of Death orders from the Hokage himself." Said the Toad Sage as Tsunade regarded him in shock.

"Then why are you training her?! She's not going to live very long, so why would you-"

"It was a freak accident. They don't know the how or why yet, but she's got another hundred plus years of life. She's not going anywhere anytime soon hime," he said as Tsunade breathed out in awe, the medical expert in her screaming to know more.

"I want to stay and meet her," she breathed before lowering her hand, more carefully this time to examine the sleeping young woman. Jiraiya chuckled at the uncharacteristic display of hesitance at his team mate's newfound knowledge.

"Trust me Hime, she won't break easily," he said as his team mate frowned at his words.

"You said that this was a freak accident. Both her being alive and being badly burned. Don't be too sure," she murmured softly causing Jiraiya's grin to falter. After a moment he sighed and shot Tsunade a look before settling back to watch Tsunade work.

To be continued...

AN: A preview of the next chapter is below. Just wanted to apologize that this is taking so long, but bloody hell have I been busy with work and just life in general. Ugh. I need to take a short vacation sometime, and get those creative juices flowing.

ALSO. Of important note. Just wanted to say, that I am trying to make this as realistic as possible but of course making it entirely realistic would take mad skills that I have yet to acquire. As such, I will be doing my best.

JUST BECAUSE KUMORI HAS A RELATIONSHIP WITH A MAN DOESN'T MEAN THAT THAT IS WHO SHE IS GOING TO SETTLE DOWN WITH.

I know most stories are romantic in the sense that the female finds her guy from the get go and they dance around their feelings before finding that they are head over heels in love with each other, and settle down, having kids, but if we are being honest how many times does that really happen? Just about never, so Kumori is going to have several relationships before finally finding a guy to settle down with, if that's what she chooses.

Also don't hate on Kisame simply because he's very unusual. If it was Zetsu I would understand wholeheartedly, because Zetsu's not even human, but once you get past the exterior and look at Kisame's story, like most of the Akatsuki, he's had it pretty tough, and he actually has some pretty noble motives at times despite the bloody past, from what I've seen. Also our leading female has a weakness for tall well muscled men who know how to handle a lady properly, if you know what I mean, and he has yet to show her the blue side of him. ;) wink wink. Besides If dead pool can still get women looking while looking like a giant tumor, and still turn guys gay for him, I think Kisame can have a shot at getting some action as well. Anyways, you get my point.

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Ch 12 Lies, truth and trust

Kisame moved swiftly through the quiet night a destination in mind as he continued his steady mile eating pace, despite the unrest he was feeling. It had started as curiosity for the odd duo that he had been spying on for the past two months, but it had quickly turned to alarm when he finally began to hear rumors of Jiraiya's rushed visit to the hospital. Digging deeper Kisame had pulled some strings with Sasori to hear from some of Sasori's spy network the toad sage had turned up with a charred lump that had been human, demanding the staff stabilize the patient before running off to god knows where, which was why Kisame was now heading towards the hospital. It was mainly curiosity that drew him though there was also the selfish part of him that remembered the wonderful evening that he had spent with Kumori's clones and hoped that it wasn't the woman who was so badly wounded.

Flashback

He groaned and tugged against the sealed satin scarves that bound his hands to the bed, the headboard and bed sealed against breaking as well. The two red head grinned mischievously and continued to nibble and suck his chest, one moving to suck the sensitive skin on his neck, the other nibbling his nipple before giving it a sharp nip that had him gasping for breath. Their innovative use of the sensitivity jutsu had him melting already and they hadn't even gotten started yet.

"Untie me," he breathed trying to muster the will power to get out of such a dangerous position. She could pull a knife on him at any second and end him and for the first time in a long time, he felt helpless, a thrill of fear heightening his arousal. It wasn't often that someone of his power could be restrained but whatever she had done to those slim silky scarves had made them stronger than steel cables to his shock and alarm. He had thought that he would be able to break out of them at any moment which was why he had let her have her way. Kumori 1 just grinned saucily as Kumori 2 began to nibble and suck his ear, sending pleasurable shivers through his body.

"I told you not to distract me Shinobi-kun, but you kept doing such naughty things to us, and making us feel so good. How are we supposed to say thank you for saving us if you keep distracting us?" she asked coyly as both girls continued their pleasing caresses and kisses.

"It makes me too uncomfortable. Let me up! Let me please you," he hisses trying to wiggle free, a groan breaking free as he watched the both of them kiss their way down his naval and unzip his pants, one of them caressing him through his underwear as the other began to remove his shoes causing his struggles to weaken.

"Ssssh, it will be ok. You can pleasure us later. Right now we just want to say thank you. I promise that neither one of us will hurt you, Shinobi-kun," murmured the clone gently as she leaned in to steal a kiss, her lips gentle and plump as she swallowed his groans as the other clone continued her teasing along his length. After a moment he realized that he couldn't smell a lie from her with his sensitive nose and Kisame relaxed knowing that she had spoken the truth.

"Call me Same," he whispered against her lips as she grinned foxily feeling his surrender.

"I promise you won't regret this, Same-kun," she whispered before leaning down to nip his neck as the girl at his waist took him in her mouth. His hoarse cry filled the air as her mouth and touch began to burn a fire through his veins turning his brain to mush and his words to inarticulate sounds of pleasure. To think that the night was only beginning...

Flashback ends

Kisame groaned at the feel of the tightness of his pants, a part of him cursing that night and another part obsessed with the desire for a repeat performance. Those clones had lasted for two days before they decided to work him into a frenzy and finally set him free. It had been done on purpose by them, the two of them having climaxed many times and feeling that they didn't have much time left. It had been wild almost brutal the ferocity with which he had taken one clone then the other, however he had been gratified to know that he had made the clones orgasm so hard with his lovemaking that they had lost focus and released, their inarticulate cries of pleasure and wild cries still ringing in his ears long after they had dispelled leaving him shaky and alone in the hotel room. He sighed as he tried to pull his mind from the gutter feeling a bit frustrated with his barely controllable lust. It hadn't been too long ago that he had barely listed to those urges, but now his libido was awake it seemed to want to fuck into next century. He had gone back to another brothel, posing as a handsome man, but the girls, despite their profession, had barely been able to keep up much less match or exceed his intensity, unlike the feisty redhead. He had tried another and another, but he had yet to fine another girl that had satisfied him into such a boneless blissful state as she had. Yes it was pure selfishness at this point for him to go enquire about her health but he didn't care. It was worth it.

Kumori groaned gently as she shifted, the sensation of a powerful chakra close by beginning to pull her from her sleep. It didn't seem to be moving and after a moment she opened her eyes blearily upon realizing that there was someone lying next to her. A sharp toothed grin met her eyes along with tan skin and sky blue eyes. She blinked in confusion as the man reached out to stroke her face, his hands rough but his touch gentle and after a moment she remembered who he was.

"Same-kun?" she murmured sleepily.

"Hey," he murmured quietly as he leaned in to stoke her arm comfortingly, "I heard what happened and I came to see you," he murmured. Kumori blinked in confusion eyes still hazy the man noted.

"Happened?" she asked, sounding out of it. His grin faded to something grimmer.

"Your training accident. I heard it wasn't pretty and that you where burned pretty badly. Looks like whoever healed you was a miracle worker," he murmured as his face pulled into a grimace. Indeed that was true. Kisame had never seen a medic be able to heal wounds that extensive before. Kisame had arrived before the busty blonde healer had, in time to see her bandages changed by the hospital staff. It had been bad, and very extensive, however when he had gone to leave, soon after he heard that Jiraiya had returned with company and had gone back, curious to see what the Seals master would do. He hadn't been disappointed, and he had watched with morbid curiosity as the blonde and her sidekick had worked endlessly to repair the redhead, returning her to her original state. he had also caught on to the way the Toad sage had reacted when the busty blonde had begun to deduce where the red head was from. Tokumade, or Far Shore as it translated. His eyes had narrowed, as he filed that particular bit of information away for future reference. He would have to ask her about it later.

Kumori frowned in confusion as she tried to remember. There had been a training accident? As she sat up she noticed something white and turned to see Jiraiya sitting asleep in a visitor chair against the wall. She gasped and jerk back as the memories of his face and fire along with searing pain suddenly burst into her mind the sensation disorientating and frightening. Kisame's eyes narrowed sharply at her fearful reaction to the Toad Sage before sending a sharp glance at the clone that he had put to sleep with a combination of a few genjutsus and some of Mist's medical sedatives. The dart had been small and superficial enough not to pop the clone, but it had been asleep in seconds. He pursed his lips in thought. After a moment, choice made, Kisame stood before scooping her up out of the bed, blankets and all. She gasped in surprise and an arm automatically wrapped around his neck for support.

"W-what are you doing?" she asked sounding more timid than he had ever heard her. He chuckled finding this uncertainty cute, his grin positively wicked.

"I'm kidnapping you." he purred as her eyes widened in shock he leapt out of the hospital window.

To be continued...

AN: Kukuku, hope you all liked it. please leave feedback. (Runs away from flipping tables.)