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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters here that belong to Naruto that I put into this story except for my own OCs. Neither do I own any of the character in any of the crossovers I do. I'm just using them in this fanfiction and I have no money so don't bother suing me. You'll just lose money instead of gaining any. And remember to leave a review!

Happy New Year to all!!!

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The First Day of School –

A cold, God-forsaken place was Nibblet, a small village that sat in the boarders of Metal, Gem, and Frass, a place that always seem to snow. Day after day of searing wind that would freeze flesh in seconds, drifts of deadly snow piled to the eaves of the houses (if houses you could call them), and wolves, droves of them, sweeping down from Northern Gem to hunt the more plentiful game, including humans, found around Nibblet.

Even though it had a name and called itself a town, Nibblet was hardly more than a shantytown. A crude collection of dilapidated houses, even more huts and shacks, muddy streets (when they weren't froze over, that is), raw sewage and the refugees, castaways and survivors of the Civil War going on in Gem and Metal's neighboring country of Frass which ended a few years ago.

Nibblet got its name in a funny sort of way: two winters past, the wolves managed to make off with eighteen people, including six children. One of the town 'elders', a fat slob named Jake Strong, joked about how the wolves were "nibbling" away at the town. Well, funny thing about jokes like that, they have a way of coming back to you… Jake disappeared two days later. The only thing ever found was a half-eaten boot that was not empty. Anyway, fat Jake was gone, into the belly of a wolf or two, but the name stuck, his last contribution to the land of the living.

Because of the war in Frass, mainly women and children populated Nibblet, as men left to fight in one of the two warring tribes as mercenaries. Old and young, of all shapes and sizes, there probably were twenty women for every man. Yes, a womanizer's dream was Nibblet, except these were hard women. Uprooted from their former lives by a war they didn't want, scratching out a bare existence far from the nearest town of any size, the women of Nibblet had learned to take what they wanted and then fought like hellcats to hold on to it. More than one man had found himself waking up naked in a field surrounded by wolves after he thought he could take whatever woman he wanted.

Yep, hard women they were, in fact, last winter alone the women of Nibblet had killed forty-two of those damned wolves. But, despite all this, year after year, the wolves grew stronger, larger and bolder, sometimes even stealing babies right out of their cribs over the dead and mauled bodies of their mothers. Every winter, more and more people disappeared just like old fat Jake, and yet, Nibblet continued to struggle on growing, year by year.

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Cora Jane Anderson, or CJ for short, stood on the porch of her old wood frame house bursting with pride as she surveyed her small freshly cultivated garden. A tall willowy blonde, CJ still retained the soft supple skin of a much younger woman, even after four years in the hellhole called Nibblet.

Born and raised the only child of a wealthy landowner in Northern Metal, she had been pampered all her life. Her every need, want and desire had been instantly satisfied by her doting parents and the labors of their huge plantation. Then her life suddenly changed when, at the age of eighteen, a raiding party of Frass troops swept through her home with fire and death. Now the plantation was in ashes, her parents long since turned to dust after they were cut down trying to escape. The labors were long gone and CJ had gone north as the 'mistress' of the Frass Commander that had captured her.

It was with great satisfaction that CJ escaped into the lush Gem woodlands a month later, leaving the Frass commander lying in a pool of his own blood. After a nasty painful night of 'serving' her master, CJ had slit his throat from ear to ear while he lay in a drunken stupor, took his knife and purse of coins, and fled. Two months later, in the middle of summer, hungry and haggard, her clothing in tatters barely covering her body, CJ had stumbled onto the only street of Nibblet. Nursed back to health by a group of the local womenfolk, CJ recovered quickly and settled down in her new home. She stayed here because with her line of work, the only place she could relax was in this frozen town in the middle of nowhere.

Standing now on the porch in the glow of the setting sun CJ felt a deep ache in her legs and lower back. After working all day in the spring sun, tilling and planting, she felt bone tired. But, she also felt a deep sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. Sure, back home, her workers could have completed the garden in less than half the time, and the rows may have been a little straighter, but this was HER garden, planted by her own hands and she was proud. Herbs and spices, perfect for cooking, bathing, and more; vegetables of all kinds, even some flowers she had found in town. Yes, she was proud of her garden and now it was time to celebrate.

Even as the last rays of the sun disappeared behind the trees, CJ turned and went inside. Bolting and double-bolting the door against the night (and the wolves) she also checked and secured all the windows. Blowing out all but two candles, CJ made her way to her bedroom. The fresh scent of jasmine greeted her as she opened the bedroom door. Warm moist air from the steaming bath in the adjoining room wafted over her with its soothing warmth as she slowly peeled off her filthy work clothes. Even wearing gloves and boots, thick jeans and shirt, dirt had still managed to get inside her clothing. Streaks of mud smeared the smooth skin of her belly. Splotches of dirt and grime ran from her shoulder down across and below her large firm breasts. Her body showed her Delmo bloodline flowing through her veins. She could feel dirt and grime between her legs with every step she took.

Carrying the two candles, CJ went into the dark bathroom. The candlelight flickered eerily against the walls of the small room and softly reflected from the two large mirrors on each end wall. In the center of the room stood a huge cast iron tub of Victorian design that she had bought from a woman that had moved away from Nibblet, going back to wherever she had came from. Long and deep, it was perfect for what CJ had in mind. It had taken the better part of the day to heat the water in this monstrosity but now it was a welcome sight to her weary body. Tendrils of steamed swirled upward in spiraling circles until they were lost in the darkness. Rose petals floated lazily on the still water. Beside the tub was a washstand holding her homemade soaps and brushes and other more intimate things. The air was heavy with moisture and smelled of jasmine and roses. CJ sighed in anticipation, turned, closed and bolted shut the door.

CJ walked over and then climbed into the tub. Almost knee deep, CJ could feel the heat begin to soak into her legs and feet, soothing the aching muscles. Slowly she sank down and reclined in the hot water, just reveling in the pure pleasure of it caressing her skin. Gently she massaged her legs, belly, arms and chest working the aches and kinks out. The hot scented water tingled on her nipples and between her legs sending small jolts of pleasure through her body. She always loved taking long hot baths and tonight this one was going to be extra special!

Taking her coarse wash cloth and homemade soap, CJ scrubbed her body from head to foot, ignoring the warm tingling slowly spreading throughout her body. Kneeling in the tub she dipped her head under the water massaging and scrubbing her scalp and filthy hair. The soap was creamy soft, the wash cloth coarse and rough against her skin and before long CJ's skin glistened pink and flushed in the candlelight. Her nipples had swelled and hardened from the wash cloth and the smooth creamy soap on her pussy had started her own juices to flowing. The business part of the bath finished, CJ was now ready for the rest.

Then she sensed someone in the room with her, her hand quickly grab a throwing needle she kept hidden on the underside of the rim of the tub. She turns to the person in the room readying her needle to teach the person a painful lesson. But she stops as she sees who it is. The person in the room is a dark hair woman with light green skin. She was wearing a mask that covered the bottom half of his face and also a straw hat that she was keeping pulled down, as if she was trying to totally obscure her vision. The green-skinned woman was dressed in a dark green top with black hakama. On her arms and legs she wore metal guards that have spikes on them, a worn brown cloak draped down her back. Her entire appearance gave off the image of death and dread to all those who look upon her form.

The woman in the tub calmly placed the needle back into its hiding place, unaffected by the woman in her house. "Shego what are you doing here?" CJ ask her partner.

"We got another job," Shego said bluntly. "We leave first thing in the morning."

CJ let out a puff of air as she slides down in the tub. "It's him again…. I truly hate that man."

"I know, I hate him too," Shego said. "But this is the life we chose to walk."

CJ look at her long time companion getting a glint in her eye. "It must have been a long time since you have taken a hot bath. Care to join me?"

Shego said nothing as she began to disrobe in front of her nude companion.

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In Ironmount –

The sound of Professor Hiro Fuji's footsteps echoed through the vast halls of the Science building as he made his way towards whichever room the monthly meeting with the other teachers of Ohtori Academy was scheduled to take place. As important as the meeting was, he would have thought that they might have been permanently assigned a room of their own. However, since they usually only got together once a month to review the goings on's at the Academy, it had been deemed been a waste of space, since there's so many students coming to the Academy they needed all the rooms to be open for classes. Sometimes he wondered if it was nothing more than a matter of pride for feeling so strongly about the school. School pride as some would call it. That was something he still retained in abundance, though some claimed it was closer to arrogance, several of his fellow teachers among them.

Fuji ran a hand through close-cropped black hair that showed just a touch of gray. It was a holdover from his time in the Security Department of Ironmount. The routines that had been ruthlessly hammered into him then had remained with him his entire life. He still ran four miles every morning, then performed five sets of sixty push-ups followed by the same number of sit-ups. Despite being nearly fifty years of age, physically he appeared to be no more than in his late thirties. The appreciative stares he received from women told him that. He was still quite the physical specimen, something that his two wives find quite pleasing. But in a few more years he and his wives would be too old for those kinds of activities anymore.

Impatient, Fuji checked his watch; there was still a half hour before the meeting. Fuji was still lamenting his luck when the sounds of children playing from up the hall caught his attention. Having nothing better to do, he went to investigate. As he turned the corner and located the source of the sound, he also spotted two familiar faces also involved with the project. Doctors Naoko Akagi and Yuji Katsuragi were being accompanied by two young girls, no more than ten years old or so, playing with one another. A close look at the childrens' faces told Fuji which girl belonged to whom.

"Doctor Akagi. Doctor Katsuragi." He bowed before both, who bowed to him in return.

"It's nice seeing you again." Akagi gave a warm smile. "I don't think you've ever met my daughter." She turned to the two girls. "Ritsuko. Say hello to Professor Fuji."

The blonde girl broke off the tug-of-war she was having with the other girl and politely said hello. Ritsuko didn't have a chance to do anything else as the purple haired girl then shoved her aside and took her place before Fuji. "My name's Misato," she declared with a smile.

"Don't shove me, Misato," Ritsuko complained.

"Why don't you make me?" And with that Misato stuck out her tongue and shoved Ritsuko again. Ritsuko responded by shoving her back, then the two began to roughhouse in earnest. Fuji noted that there was no actual meanness in either girl's features, implying it was more of a convenient of release for the excessive energy such children always had. Though it was obviously more enjoyable for one than the other.

"Play nice with Ritsuko," Katsuragi warned as Misato continued to press her advantage, much to Ritsuko's irritation.

"Kids," Akagi said in the tired voice that only people raising children could use. "My nanny canceled at the last minute, so I had to bring her here."

Katsuragi said the same thing and complained about the problems of being a single parent in this day and age. Fuji was suddenly glad his kids have all long grown past that stage as all of them are adults with their own kids to look after now. "Since we have a moment to ourselves, I wanted to ask you something off the record. How do you think about the Prince along with those girls he's engage to coming here? And I just want your basic opinions, not some long-winded speech from the Headmistress. We'll have more than enough of those at the meeting."

Akagi and Katsuragi looked at each other, and then laughed. Katsuragi spoke first. "I should say we have complete faith that we can handle any problems that might pop up."

"After all," Akagi continued. "We've already lived through the school years when Prince Naruto's mother Kikko went here."

"That's true," Fuji said remembering all of the misadventures that happen while Kikko was a student here. She was in his class after all. "Are you too going to get you're kids sign into one of Prince Naruto's classes?"

"Maybe," Katsuragi said with a smile.

"He can pick any girls that he wants you know," Akagi said smiling as well.

'Well this brings back memories,' Fuji thought to himself as back when Kikko was coming here all of the girls spent much of their time trying to become bedmates of the princess.

Time passed quickly as they became absorbed in their conversation. A handful of other early arrivals joined the trio. Eventually, the children became more of a nuisance as they began to grow bored with all of the 'grownup talk' and tried harassing their parents into doing something with them. The teachers sent their daughters to another waiting room where a secretary could keep an eye on them. It was shortly after their return the remaining staff members showed up, and everyone entered the room.

Upon entering, Fuji saw that the room they were using was more comfortable than what they had used before. It was at least twice as large and had a greater feel of importance to it. Director Saito, the head of the project, must have arranged for the 'upgrade' of their own. The long table, which could seat as many as twenty, was of a very visually appealing redwood, undoubtedly imported from the Eastern lands and costing an exorbitant amount of money. The chairs were also very plush, covered with a material that reminded Fuji of satin. They were a far cry from the uncomfortable plastic backed ones they had previously used at all of the other meetings.

As everyone began seating themselves in the same order they usually did at the meetings, Fuji looked all of the other school heads over. All twelve were present, including his old friend, Professor Kouzou Fuyutsuki. Almost directly across from him was Suzanne the head of the langrage department and Susan head of the Chemistry department. They were well like with the students and their classes were always full.

Suzanne is known around the staff room as a sexual dynamo. On the outside, her shimmering green eyes radiated a serenity, grace, and sophistication that perfectly reflected her inner personality. But this persona masked a wild and mischievous side. For years she had made up for her not being able to find a husband by finding other lovers in Ironmount.

Given Suzanne's appearance a perfectly sculpted knockout from head to toe she had no trouble finding partners to fool around with. She kept her five foot eleven inch frame in great shape by working out every day, but what really grabbed the attention of admirers were her large breasts. Between her chest, sultry face, and long, curly, dark brown hair with some red in it, she had no trouble of finding a willing bedmate. She wore an elegant formal dress for the meeting that somehow greatly accented her breasts even as it mostly covered them up.

Superficially, Susan was very similar to her best friend Suzanne. Susan also had a big breasted, beautiful body. They were the same height, weight, and even wore all the same size clothes. But their personalities were quite different, and these differences were reflected in their faces. Susan had a pure and innocent look to her that no doubt reflected her strict upbringing. And even though her thirty-seven years made her only two years younger than Suzanne, she looked much younger. It irked Suzanne that when they would go out together Susan would sometimes get carded for drinking alcohol and but she never would.

Even their different hairdos reflected their opposite personalities. Both had long dark hair, but Suzanne had hers stylishly curled, with a long teased strand that hung down over her extremely pale skin, but Susan's cut was straight and simple. While Suzanne's hair flowed freely in every direction, Susan kept hers restrained with hair bands. In fact, Susan did about everything she could to hide her tremendous beauty. She hid her dark brown eyes behind a pair of bookish glasses, and wore conservative clothing that she hoped would hide her hourglass figure. It was unusual for her to even be seen in short sleeve shirts, despite the year-round heat where they lived in as they rarely ever get more then a downpour in the winter months. Suzanne was flattered when men openly admired her, whereas it offended Susan's sense of morality and proper behavior.

Sitting next to the pair is their friend Brenda the history teacher. Even though Brenda was a good six inches shorter than the nearly six-foot-tall Susan and Suzanne, her boobs were both relatively and absolutely bigger. Brenda's breasts were so big that they dominated her life in many ways. For instance, she could have never had to hold a job, as she could coast through life getting everything she wanted from men and women who were enamored with her body. And it was very surprising to some when they learn that she doesn't have the Delmo bloodline in her, her family having been living in Frass before they move cause of the Civil War that happen a couple of years ago. Once she and her family got to Ironmount she went to work into becoming a history teacher at the school.

Brenda's breasts were a great boon while she lived in Frass, but also a great curse. For instance, she could never really trust any relationship with a man, even platonic ones. Were they just interested in her cute, busty look and not her personality? She could never know. She had virtually no women friends, because of jealousy and envy. Once she and her family moved to Metal she quickly found she easily fitted right in, and made friends at her fellow teachers. Brenda loved to talk to Susan and Suzanne about things going on in their lives. The boobs even caused physical problems: she could hardly run at all without a bra, and her back sometimes hurt. She was amazed at how much Suzanne and Susan avoided some of these problems, though admittedly it was mostly because they stuck together for friendship and didn't get out much. Brenda loved living in Metal giving her the opportunity to just be 'one of the girls' and not worry about her overwhelming appearance. Long white gloves, black stockings halfway up her thigh, a short skirt, those piercing dark blue eyes of hers, and most of all, that braless white top that exposes her cleavage and exaggerates the jiggle in her shaking boobs. She fitted right in with the women of Metal.

Small discussions broke out among the various members. It was not until the head of the school Xania, entered that the others quieted down. Xania was nearly as stacked as Susan and Suzanne but smaller then Brenda. She had long black hair, piercing dark brown eyes, and wore stylish black-rimmed glasses. She also had an Amazon body type, being slightly taller than even the already quite tall Susan and Suzanne. She didn't actually need to wear glasses, but she wore them for the occasion on Suzanne's advice so as to make her look more academic. They were school mates when they were younger and remained friends ever since. Luckily, she had the perfect face for the role – she could look stern and authoritative. She gave a simple greeting and took his seat at the head of the table.

Once comfortable, the meeting officially began. "Are there any urgent messages or problems that demand some sort of immediate response or attention?" Silence was all that met his deep baritone voice. The head mistress nodded her head in approval. "Good. Then I don't see any reason why we can't begin the meeting. As you all know the school year is starting up again and Prince Naruto along with the girls he's engage with are going to be attending our school. If the prince and any of those girls engage to help are going to be ruling our country they're going to need to learn all that they can."

"Which fills all of the classes for the first time in years," Suzanne said, with the low birth rates in Ironmount along with some of the young girls instead of staying in school go into the Delmo ranks that they are place in. Means that the remaining students after they were done with the lower grades, who attend the Ohtori Academy were always small in number. It was only with the transfer students from other parts of Metal, as well as those coming from other countries maintained a steady school population. (1)

"Yes that's true and we're going to get more funding to deal with the sudden influx of students," Xania said. "But onto the main point you all remember the attempt on the prince's life two weeks ago?"

"Yes," Fuji said as his house was damage during the attack on the castle when the mumakils rampage in the city streets as they ran from the fire. "We all do."

"For that reason the castle is going to be sending some Delmo's to serve as school guards while the prince is attending here," Xania said to the school staff. "Also as you know Ms. Carin has been his privet teacher since he decided to take the crown. She'll be coming back as a teacher while remaining his privet tutor."

"It will be nice to have her back here," Susan said. She likes having Carin around as she shares the same values as she does. Unlike most of the other staff members of the school who are very open with their sex lives.

"In one week the gates are going to open and we're going to be in one hell of a school year. If Prince Naruto is anything like his mother when she went here," Fuji said.

"How could I ever forget," Xania said remembering her school years with the Princess.

"Yeah those were some school years," Suzanne said in agreement remembering all of the weird stuff that happened while Kikko was here.

"Especially since you two help her in many of her misadventures," Professor Kouzou Fuyutsuki said making the two younger women blush.

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A week later –

Hinata carefully examined the unique entryway to Ohtori Academy. She had heard of the 'Wall of Thorns' before; it was unofficially considered a wonder of Metal. The wall, and the academy it surrounded, was erected around two hundred years ago at the request of one of the then Queen's advisors, a shadowy figure known only as Dios. What role he actually served the Queen was unclear, though none questioned him openly. No drawings or pictures of the man existed, save a single silhouette drawn by one of the Queen's bodyguards. No one knew for what purpose Dios had the academy built, but it was rumored that he personally designed the entire school, from the highest tower to the smallest carved rose.

The architecture of the school was very unusual. It was a mix of several foreign styles, heavily influenced by both Gondor and Rohan characteristics. The resemblance was easy to see in every building and area of the school. Even stranger was the dominance of roses that permeated the entire length of the academy. Everywhere one turned there was something that involved roses, whether it be in the style, design, or an actual rose garden. There was nowhere that it did not exist. Extremely strange, indeed but the school was the best school to go to as many of her father's friends go and send their children to Ohtori Academy. Hinata often overheard what it was like at the Academy when her father's friends talk about the subject.

Hinata never imagine that she would ever attend the school, with her family bloodline her father wouldn't allow her go off someplace where she could be kidnap and their bloodline secret would be revealed. But here she is standing in front of the gates of the school working up the nerve to walk on through. She also wore the school girl's uniform, a plaid knee length skirt, a white blouse, a plaid jacket to match the skirt, a pair of black shoes and white socks. All of her ninja tools were left behind at the dorm she would be staying at while she attended school as weapons weren't allowed on the campus.

"Are you ready for this?" Ayame ask her as she placed her hand on her shoulder.

Behind her are the rest of the Leaf kids, as they were all going to be attending the school. Other new students were already walking through the gate, some of them Ayame recognize from the engagement party. The Sand and Sound ninjas were already in the school grounds waiting for the opening event for the new school year to begin.

"I never seen a school like this before," Ino said as she stares at the size of the school that took up much of the surrounding area. (2)

"I have but never of this size," Tenten said as some of the missions she's been on took her team to those big schools in the East.

"I don't like this uniform," Chouji said as he pulls on his new vest that's part of his boy's school uniform.

"What it looks good on you," Ino said dress the same as Hinata and Ayame. "Looks much better then your normal outfits."

"Yeah, yeah," Shikamaru said dress in an untucked white shirt and blue jeans. "Now I have to go back to school. What a drag."

"I hope Akamaru is doing okay," Kiba said dress in a white color school hooded sweater instead of his usually sweater.

"He'll be fine," Ayame said.

"Hey I think its Naruto," Sakura said pointing to a large group of girls walking towards the gate. In the middle of the group was Naruto, he's wearing a school uniform like they are. While he has on an Aquaberry sweater vest, the girls around him are wearing Aquaberry jackets. (3)

"Aren't those his bodyguards?" Ino ask to her group.

"Yup they are," Sakura said recognizing the girl with the long ponytails wearing the gas mask.

"So much for getting some alone time with him," Ayame said seeing that they're not going to let down their guard, not after what happen at the engagement party.

"Naruto…" Hinata said under her breath as he and his bodyguards walk pass her and her group.

"Don't worry," Ayame said to Hinata. "We got the whole school year ahead of us."

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Author's Notes

1 – This is how the school system works for Naruto's world in my story. The girls of Delmo after passing the basic ninja exam, the test that Naruto had to pass to become a ninja. All of the women of Delmo take that exam and gain the rank of Black Delmo's. After that the girls choose whether or not they continue with their ninja training or continue with their education. Those who choose to become Kanegakure Nin's get the same education as the girls who aren't Kanegakure Nin but they also learn more of the ninja arts. There are two different schools in Metal, one is for the girls who are going to be Kanegakure Nins, while the other is for the ones who are getting an education for the non-ninja jobs around the city. The ninjas in the show seem to stop getting an education after they gain ranks as ninjas and learn from their teacher of their unit instead. In Metal the young kunoichis go to a Ninja Highschool instead of going into teams, in the Delmo ranks that they wish to be place in from Black to Red. They wear the color uniform of the rank they're in but aren't full Delmo but are 'Kanegakure Nins in-training' till they pass their finals. Once they pass the final on their sixteen birthdays they are place in the color coded ranks that their skills placed them in from Black to Orange, and go on missions above C rank ones. The ones who signed up to be Red Delmos start off guarding government buildings before working their way up to guarding the castle. The Silver, Gold, and White Delmos are hand pick the creams of the crops.

2 – How big is the Ohtori Academy anyways?

3 – I need some ideas for this part of the story. So send me some ideas in the reviews.

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