"Living next to Raido is literally the best thing that's ever happened to me," Kotetsu said between mouthfuls of syrup-laden omelet, "Seriously, Kana, we should've wifed you-"
"She gets it, Ko," Izumo cut in, rolling his eyes.
The kunoichi smiled at the chunin sitting across from Raido's small table, bringing another mouthful of egg to her mouth as she watched them bicker. Kana wasn't the best cook in the world, as Kotetsu seemed to believe, but she sure as hell was able to pat herself on the back for doing a damn good job on the omelets she had made for breakfast as she appreciated the sharp crunch of the peppers being mitigated by the soft tomato and fluffy texture of the egg.
Setting the fork down to take a sip of her coffee, Kana sighed. Kotetsu's apartment was located in the same building as Kakashi's during the attack, so he ended up moving into the apartment right next to Raido's after the rebuild. Izumo's lease was almost up on his own place, so he had unofficially moved in with his boyfriend just a couple of weeks ago, to be made official the day of his lease expiration.
After the night at the family restaurant, they explained to her that they had been in a relationship for nearly five years and Kotetsu's flirting was a form of projection, as they didn't want too many people to know what was going on. When Kana and Raido made their relationship public, mostly due to the two chunin being mentally incapable of keeping their mouths shut, they had decided to come out as well.
Watching Izumo slap Kotetsu on the back for some off-handed remark he made brought a smile to her lips. Seeing them in front of her now made her wonder how Kana had never realized how in love they were with each other.
Raido was still glaring at Kotetsu for his wife comment as he nursed his black coffee; Kana lifted her leg and rubbed his calf with the back of her foot with a wink. She had been worried about feeling lonely when Neji had gotten over his anxiety associated with leaving Kana alone, no longer demanding to spend so many nights with her, but she spent enough time at Raido's apartment to make up for it. It seemed to be always teeming with life every morning. Kotetsu and Izumo always came over for breakfast, sometimes accompanied by Genma – she didn't need the thin walls to know why he always looked so well rested when he dropped by with the chunin.
Apparently, they weren't the most monogamous couple. Not that she minded – Kana just wished they'd pipe the fuck down every now and then.
She piled some rice on top of her omelet and took another bite, chewing happily at the way things were turning out. Despite the moments of heartache she felt for what had occurred with Itachi in the forest, Kana couldn't help but find herself feeling content with the situation. She had friends that cared for her as much as she cared for them, Raido was turning out to be one of the best things that had ever happened to her, the village had recently seated Lady Tsunade as the Fifth Hokage, and in a few days the group was going to be going to Anko's for the first party in what felt like forever.
For the first time in years, Kana felt truly and honestly happy.
When the chunin had left for their shift in the mission room, Kana dumped the dirty dishes into the sink with the mindset that she would attend to them later. Raido pulled her away from the sink from behind and spun her around by the shoulders before sliding his hands down to her waist and lifting Kana up so that she sat on the counter.
"I still haven't gotten my morning kiss," he said with a mischievous grin.
She narrowed her eyes, "I gave you a kiss when I got here."
The grin on Raido's face only widened as he cupped her jaw with both of his large hands, leaning in, "Uh-uh. I don't remember. I think I need a reminder."
Kana rolled her eyes but smiled into the kiss, resting her hands on the man's slender hips and arching her back slightly so that he didn't need to lean down as far. Kissing for them could be a little awkward, as Raido was nearly a full foot taller than she was, so Kana took what steps she could to make it easier on his neck.
The hands on her jaw slowly snaked into her hair as Raido deepened the kiss. It still baffled her as to how someone so large and powerful was capable of being as gentle as he was – there were times where Raido handled her as if she was made of crystal, his light touches tender and only barely brushing her skin. He let his forearms rest on her shoulders as his wrists crossed over each other so that his hands could grip the opposite sides of Kana's head by fistfuls of hair. He didn't pull or tug, Raido only held her hair to keep her steady as his tongue flicked at her bottom lip.
He tasted so wonderful and clean, even with the lingering taste of his coffee and breakfast, as his tongue swirled around hers lovingly. Hooking her legs around his thighs to pull him close, Kana brought her hands up and brushed the backs of her fingers against his cheeks; she could feel the lingering moisture of his aftershave on Raido's face as well as a small patch of stubble next to his ear where he had missed. The thought only caused her smile to widen.
Lips brushed against hers in a final chaste kiss before grazing across her skin, leaving fluttering kisses as he moved. Kana closed her eyes and sighed at the sensation. "I love you, Rairai," she whispered.
Raido's mouth paused over her right eye, and she could feel it curve into a smile that was just as tender as the kisses he continued to place along her brow, "Yeah?"
"Yeah," she smiled, turning her head to kiss his cheek.
The arms he had on her shoulders moved down to completely wrap around Kana's upper body and pull her into his chest; she scooted closer to the edge of the counter in an attempt to get as close as she could to Raido and snuggled into his chest. Kana could hear his quickened heartbeat through the cotton material of his uniform jersey and she kissed his chest through the fabric before resting her cheek against his sternum. "I love you."
She could feel Raido smile against the top of her head as his hold around her tightened. "Thank you, kitten," he murmured into her hair, "I love you, too. I love you so much."
A blush warmed her cheeks as Raido spoke, as they always did, and she closed her eyes to enjoy the moment.
Yeah, she was definitely the happiest person alive right now.
"CHEERS!"
The group clinked their glasses together over Anko's table, various forms of alcohol sloshing onto the tablecloth she had preemptively placed on the wood surface, and broke into conversations. Kana picked a handful of Kurenai's rum balls up, her drink in the other, before spinning away from the group to cheerily plop onto the couch next to Iruka and Kakashi.
"I kind of want to get the recipe for these things, but, if I do I kinda feel like I'll destroy my… My…" Kana narrowed her eyes.
"Pancreas?" Iruka added idly, nursing a small cup of sake. The man drank like a bitch, but she couldn't be bothered to care enough to make another clever jab about it. Or, rather, the alcohol already in her system didn't allow her to.
"Well I was thinking metabolism but I guess that works, too," she mumbled before popping one of the chocolate balls into her mouth, "Have either of you seen Genma? We came here together but I haven't seen him for a while…"
Almost as if on cue, the tokujo slid around the sofa and knelt before Kana with a hazy grin. "I'm right here, ladykins," he announced as he plucked a rum ball from her open palm and popped it into his mouth. "Mish me?"
She giggled and poked his forehead, just under the dark blue beanie he wore, "Just wanted to make sure you didn't run off without me. I don't trust the chunin when they're drunk."
Iruka narrowed his eyes, "Excuse me-"
"Ruru, she's talking about Kotetsu and Izumo," Kakashi jumped in lazily, knowing full well that Iruka and Kana did not get along in the slightest and if his lover kept talking, she'd flatten him. Again.
Despite his interjection, the kunoichi very much caught onto his offended tone and released an agitated sigh. With an unreasonably large swig of the tart screwdriver that burned the absolute shit out of her throat and nose because Aoba sucked dick at mixology, Kana shoved all but one of the rum balls into Genma's hand and stood up as she popped the last one into her mouth. "Get up," she ordered.
When Iruka kept his butt firmly seated on Kakashi's thighs, Kana grabbed him by the upper arm and forced him to her feet; in the back of her mind she knew that she was probably smearing powdered sugar and chocolate on his tan skin but she honestly didn't give a damn as she dragged him across the living room. Kana yanked the paper door open and pushed him out onto Anko's deck, slamming the door shut behind her – or, as best as she could, considering the door weighed all of ten pounds.
"What the hell are you-"
"Shut up," she snapped, "We need to sort some shit out. Like right now."
Alcohol be damned, they needed to get over their petty crap.
"Iruka, look, I'm going to be honest. You treat Kashi like shit and that pisses me off. He's not perfect, but he's one of the greatest people you'll ever meet and he deserves better than that. The shit that happened a month or so ago after his mission? That can't keep happening. As much as I don't mind helping Kakashi, you can't keep pushing him away, getting me, then getting all pissy because I take care of him."
The more Kana spoke, the faster her words spilled out, but she couldn't stop herself as nearly four years of suppressed thoughts bubbled up, "He goes through a lot of tough shit. Shit you don't understand because you were fortunate enough to land yourself a cushy teaching job at the academy. But he needs that. He needs someone that isn't totally fucked up from the awful shit we see on the field. So stop this fucking crap with pushing him away when he turns to you, then breaking up and getting back together when you decide it's convenient for him to be around."
She took a step forward and lowered her voice, making sure Iruka understood what she was saying, "Because it's hurting him more than you seem to be capable of understanding. And if you break him, I'll break you. So figure out what the fuck you want."
'Well, that escalated a little more than I wanted it to,' Kana immediately thought to herself. She didn't come out here with the intention of threatening the chunin, but it was too late to do anything about that now. Alcohol was a dangerous substance.
Iruka's face darkened as he recovered from the shock of the little jonin laying down the law, and he pushed her back by the shoulders. "Get the hell out of my face, kid," he snarled, "You think you can treat me like that just because you're in a relationship now? You don't know anything about what it means to be in a rel-"
Her fist connected with his jaw, sending him reeling. "I don't need to know jack shit about being in a relationship, dickhead," she growled, "That has literally nothing to do with this. I know what Kakashi needs. He needs you – are you even fucking listening to me? Every time you pull a stunt like that you break a little bit more of his spirit. Is that what you want? Do you enjoy hurting him?"
Unshed tears shone in his large brown eyes as Iruka picked himself up off of the deck, "You think I like knowing I can't help him? I don't revel in knowing I can't relate to his problems! I love Kakashi – I love him so much. But I don't know how to help him when he gets like that!"
Kana laughed, "Iruka, it isn't a fucking process! Just hold him! Talk to him! Shit, that's literally all he wants! You work with children, there's no way you're so impatient that you can't even manage that?!"
She didn't see Iruka's fist come flying at her in time to fully dodge it, thanks to the alcohol, but she was able to turn her face enough to where it didn't completely send her flying. Instead, she just fell back onto her bony ass so that the chunin glowered over her.
"You are such a condescending bitch!" he hissed, "Do you get off on patronizing everyone that comes near you?!"
A small, unexpected laugh bubbled up her chest, puffing out her cheeks as Kana narrowed her eyes at the flushed chunin. "No. That's gross, Iruka."
He gaped.
Kana snickered.
Iruka covered his mouth to hide it, but she could see his silent giggle as he told her to shut up. She felt a splinter burrow into her fingertips as Kana clumsily used the wood column to pull herself up off of the floor. Pulling his hand away from his face, she reached out and channeled chakra to hand, "Did I hurt you?"
"Uh, not really," he muttered, clearly lying through his pretty white teeth.
Kana rolled her eyes, "Didn't anyone teach you to not lie to the doctor?"
"You're not a doctor. You're drunk."
"And your jaw has a hairline fracture so shut up for a second, jesus. If I ruin your ability to give a good blowjob, Kashi will kill me with his dick."
Tan skin reddened and Iruka sputtered, eyes widening, "Wha-"
She narrowed her eyes again, "Seriously, Iruka, shut up. I'm still kinda tipsy and need to focus so stop moving your freaking mouth. He tells me things, yeah, and I tell him things. I told you, he needs someone to talk to."
He lowered his eyes to the ground as his face fell. For a fleeting moment, Kana thought that he resembled a puppy. Or Lee. Mostly Lee. The way that he was so easily discouraged so quickly was remarkable.
She felt the last of the fracture close up and let her hand drop down to her side, "Alright, move your jaw a bit and tell me if anything feels sore."
Iruka shook his jaw side to side and walked his fingertips along the skin, shaking his head and confirming that she had done the job.
A handful of minutes passed as they just stared at each other, neither of them really knowing where to go from there; Kana ended up focusing on removing the splinter from her right ring finger as to avoid looking at the chunin's expectant gaze.
"I don't know what to talk to him about," he finally whispered.
She had to fight the urge to roll her eyes, "Just talk. Talk about any stupid thing that comes to mind until he winds down. Complain about your students. Remind him that we're Konoha's protectors, that what we do keeps our people safe. Tell him how much you love him, Iruka." Kana sighed, "Sometimes it's just too much and we need that tenderness to remind us that we're going to be okay. The man adores you, and he's changed a lot for you. You just being there is enough. Okay?" Reaching out, she awkwardly patted his upper arm, "Sorry I hit you."
"I'm sorry I hit you, too."
Kana smirked, "Don't be. You hit like you drink." When Iruka gave her a questioning look, her smirk widened further, "Like a bitch."
She had wanted to drop that line for literally years and it felt so goddamn good to finally say it that she burst into a short fit of laughter at his scowl.
He rolled her eyes as the paper door slid open, Kotetsu and Izumo hanging off of each other.
"Kaaaaana, can you answer me something?" Kotetsu asked with a stupid grin.
Judging by the mischievous glint in Izumo's eyes, and how Aoba looked expectantly over their heads from where he leaned against the wall, Kana knew she wasn't going to like this.
"You see, Zuzu and I made a wager that you aren't ticklish-"
'Oh shit.'
"-And I'm thinking 'You know, everyone's ticklish' so can you please help me out and tell him you're-"
"No," Kana cut him off, walking to the other side of the wall and sliding open the second door.
She must have rejected the idea a little too quickly, because both of the chunin's eyes lit up as their grins expanded. Kana knew she had about three seconds to get to some sort of exit before those two pounced on her, and she bolted across the living room without bothering to slide the door shut behind her.
'Thank god for shinobi training,' Kana thought to herself as she bounded over the handful of people sitting in the middle of Anko's living room in various stages of nudity, nearly kicking Yugao's cards out of her hands – she'd be doing her a favor, really. Her colleague had a losing hand and Ebisu was eyeing her hungrily from the other side of the room. Who the fuck invited him, again? He was such a skeeze.
A hand on her ankle snapped the kunoichi out of her thoughts as she attempted to jump over the second sofa. Her head whipped back to shoot Aoba an offended glare just as her body gracelessly flopped to the wood flooring with a single painful bounce.
"Fuck, shitlord, let me go," she squeaked, too worried about the chunin closing in on her to care much about how tiny her voice had become. When the laughing tokujo didn't release her foot, instead choosing to drag her back, she scrunched her body up and threw out her other leg in a sloppy kick.
Sloppy or not, it caught Aoba off guard enough for him to loosen his grip and allow Kana to escape. She quickly picked herself up off of the floor, knowing that her less than glorious tumble would have result in a bruise of sorts, and darted down the hall.
It wasn't until she noticed that she was lost that Kana realized that the hall she had taken wasn't the one that would take her to the front door, and she was standing in what she had assumed as a guest bedroom. She didn't have enough time to think about it, though, because as soon as she stopped moving to take in her surroundings, Izumo squealed happily and tackled Kana to the floor with a smile that exuded triumphant glee.
He was pulling the high waist of her shorts down to the tops of her hips just a second later, wrapping the rest of his body around her thighs so she couldn't squirm free. Kotetsu pinned her wrists above her head with his shins and grinned wickedly as his fingers traced the outline of Kana's ribs teasingly – hard enough to make her twitch but too light to warrant much more of a response.
While she thought that Kotetsu was going to be the one in charge of the torture, there was a quick jab from Izumo on her flank that caught her off guard and caused her to shriek loud enough for her throat to vibrate uncomfortably.
Pleads and whines immediately began to pour from Kana's mouth as she desperately writhed beneath the chunin, giggling hysterically at their vicious attacks. "No-no-nonono-haha-no, please, AHAHA!" she begged, tears forming in her eyes from the sensation.
Her reactions only seemed to spur the two snickering chunin, who wiggled their fingers up and down her sides in explorative manners. "You are literally the cutest thing I've ever seen," Kotetsu purred between chuckles, "Zuzu, what do you think? Should we stop? I think I like those little cat noises she makes too much."
Before he could answer, Genma strolled in with Raido and kicked Izumo onto his side with a familiar glint in his eyes.
"I thought it was suspicious that Aoba wouldn't tell me where you three had run off to," he said with a smirk as he crawled over the still giggling chunin, "You know it's not very nice to tag team little girls like that."
Kana used her recently freed leg to kick Genma in the ass, "I'm not little, asshole."
"Nah, you're pretty damn small," Raido added with a smirk. He sat over Kana's hips, knowing he didn't need to bother with keeping her legs from moving, before he replaced Izumo's hands with his own.
The three shinobi gave each other a look before their hands began to move. Izumo squealed girlishly beneath Genma, bucking and writhing against the hard floor, while Kana screeched.
"L-look at – ahaha – what you've d-done," she managed to pant between laughs.
Izumo's eyes were screwed shut as he giggled hysterically, "Wh-what the fu – ahahahaha! I didn't do shit! Ko s-stared – haha – this!"
A light prodding at her hip made Kana mewl breathlessly and she squeezed her eyes shut against the uncomfortable tightness in her stomach from the evil pokes and pinches from the shinobi pinning her down.
"Yeah but we're finishing it, brat," she head Genma purr. Izumo made a surprised noise, very much unlike the ones he had been making, and she heard Kotetsu grunt just as his hands slowed over her rib cage.
Kana opened her eyes back up and turned her head to see Genma burying his tongue in the little chunin's throat; she winced when she looked back up at his boyfriend. "Kotetsu, get your cock out of my face. Shit!"
He didn't completely dismount her like she hoped he would, only scooting back a few inches so he could sit back on his heels and watch the show. Kana realized that if he was going to insist on keeping her pinned down, she had to at least give him credit for backing away enough so that the growing bulge in his crotch wasn't bumping into her head.
She honestly couldn't blame him – the room wasn't exactly full of unattractive people, not by any sense of the word. Izumo had a boyish cuteness to him as he twisted and bucked into the older man, his head turned to the side so Genma could lap down his exposed neck. The tokujo on top of him practically oozed sexuality, too. He wasn't the type to sleep around as other might have assumed by the way he acted, but she had heard stories from Anko and the chunin that he wasn't just talk. Seeing the two of them rocking together with small appreciative sounds was beginning to replace the tightness in her stomach with a familiar warmth.
It was then that she realized that Raido had stopped tickling her as well and, when she looked up at him, she had to fight the urge to tear his clothes off right then and there. Tanned cheeks were flushed enough to know that it wasn't just from the couple of beers he had earlier, and he was gazing down at her with a burning intensity that made her squirm inwardly. His face could only be described as hungry, and an idea that was nothing short of absolutely fucking insane, and maybe dangerous, popped into Kana's head.
Pretty dark eyes flew open when Genma did something with the hand that had snaked up under his t-shirt, and Izumo gave Kana a look of minute horror as reality set in. "W-wait," he gasped, "Rai and Kana are still-"
On a whim that probably made no goddamn sense to anyone in the room but her, the kunoichi twisted her body enough to clumsily smash their lips together. In her mind it was a lot smoother, but the way that she was loosely pinned down by Kotetsu and Raido didn't allow her to move fluidly in the ways that she wanted, and Kana had mostly been relying on momentum to get her there.
"Holy fuck, Kana," she heard Genma pant.
Kotetsu made a small grunt of approval that came with the sound of skin running over denim, but she wasn't interested in either of their reactions. No, the reaction she wanted came from the man that growled deep in his throat and squeezed her hip, pressing his warm bulge into her hip appreciatively.
Kana grinned against Izumo's lips, which were softer and fuller than Raido's as they worked at hers hungrily. It took her less than a second to properly roll onto her front, half draping herself over the chunin, when Kotetsu finally released Kana's wrists. A small whine escaped the back of Izumo's throat as he gripped her hair tightly with one hand, the other still firmly planted on Genma's shoulder.
There was a firm nudge at her rear from Raido, letting her know the effect the scene had on him. Mild surprise was all she felt as his large hands squeezed her hips, causing her to mewl appreciatively into Izumo's mouth when the tokujo ground into her at a steady pace. Kana felt Genma begin to move as well, and soon enough the four of them were rocking together on the floor in a moaning and gasping pile of limbs, quickly picking up the pace and setting a desperate rhythm that displayed the growing need they shared.
It wasn't long until Kotetsu decided he wasn't going to be ignored anymore. Shuffling over to the party, he lifted his boyfriend's head and used his hair to tilt his face up so that his clothed erection rubbed along Izumo's cheek. "Sorry, babe," he muttered through clenched teeth as Izumo's hand and face nuzzled the bulge, "As much as I love watching you get fucked, I'm not sitting out on this one."
The words spoken in Kotetsu's husky, lust-filled voice slapped sense into Kana and she pulled away – or as much as she could, as Raido's hips kept her from moving far. The hand she had in Izumo's hair slid down to his chest when she twisted her neck around to peer up at the two tokubetsu jonin that were basically dry humping at the two smaller figures.
Sensing her uneasiness, Genma slowed his movements and took Kana's hand from Izumo's chest to bring it up to his face; he sealed his lips over the back of her scarred knuckles in a reassuring kiss and softened his expression. He nudged Raido with his shoulder to pull him out of whatever daze he was in.
Her lover saw the hesitance in her face and leaned to the side enough to roll her onto her back. Genma released her hand to take hold of the arm that was now closer to him, and they both pulled Kana up by the forearms so that she was sitting with Raido positioned between her knees; he cupped her face in his hands and pulled it up to his into a kiss that was long and sensual, but soothing.
"They won't hurt you," he breathed, lips hovering just over the shell of Kana's ear, "But if you aren't okay with this, we can go. I have absolutely no problem with that."
Out of the corner of her eye she watched Izumo release Kotetsu's throbbing erection from its confinements, wasting no time in swallowing it while Genma ground their hips together with a frustrated groan. The sight made her blush even further and she focused her eyes back on Raido's.
"I just…" she started, just as quietly as he had been, "What if things change?"
Kana could feel his lips curve into a gentle smile against her hair, "They're our friends, kitten. And not Aoba or Anko, for that matter. Do you think I'd let them anywhere near you if I didn't trust them to not get weird? Or if I thought you didn't trust them in general?"
Something stroked her lower back. When she twisted to see what it was, she saw Kotetsu running the back of his hand along her back, right where the muscles dipped at her spine, with his eyes still hazily locked on his boyfriend. Genma and Kotetsu both had removed their shirts by this point, but Izumo had somehow found himself completely naked in the time it had taken for Raido to get those few sentences out.
Kana turned back and kissed along her boyfriend's jaw, "Have you ever...?" Raido only chuckled and shook his head in response before tilting it back so Kana could nibble her way down his throat. She smiled and removed her hand from Genma's to place it on Izumo's inner thigh as her other one worked at Raido's pants, whose smile she could practically hear.
"Fuck, Kotetsu, I don't have any lube on me," Genma said through clenched teeth, "Will he be okay?"
She heard Kotetsu pull away from his boyfriend with a small 'pop' of the chunin's member breaking the seal of Izumo's lips before feeling his hands place themselves on the small of her back. "Are we doing okay over here?" he whispered, sounding genuinely concerned. He pushed Kana's braid over her shoulder to plant a small kiss on her shoulder.
Raido looked at her patiently, obviously waiting for her to make the decision, so she gave him a grin and tilted her head back onto Kotetsu's shoulder, "My stomach still kind of hurts from all that tickling," she murmured, "You better make it up to me."
"I will in a second, babe, but first I need your help with something."
Before she could respond, the chunin looped an arm around her shoulders to pull her against him and held three fingers at her lips, pressing down ever so slightly to give her an idea of what he wanted. With her eyes locked on Raido's, Kana opened her mouth enough for the tan fingers to slip through to the second knuckle; a sharp gasp turned into a low appreciative groan as her tongue swirled around Kotetsu's fingers.
Teeth nipped at where he had previously kissed as Kotetsu's free arm curled around her waist to steady himself, "God, your mouth is almost as nice as Zuzu's," he grunted, "I can't wait to fuck it later."
Dirty talking had never exactly been a part of her's and Raido's routine, considering he was one of the most gentle creatures this planet had to offer, but the effect of their friend's words on him did not go unnoticed. Raido's eyes darkened as he cupped the already evident bulge in the front of his pants which, in turn, caused the warmth between Kana's legs to grow.
Kana's hand gripped Izumo's thigh harder, who moaned in response, when Raido began to slide her shorts over her hips and past her knees. She could feel Kotetsu watch over her shoulder as his fingers reflexively thrust in and out of her lips, his already excited breathing hitching against her ear.
The kunoichi experimentally rolled her lips over her teeth and clamped down, effectively holding the fingers in place, before curling her tongue to the side and sliding it between the digits, making sure to lap at the thin webbing that connected each finger.
Kotetsu groaned through clenched teeth and bit her shoulder, harder this time. When her legs had been freed from her bottoms, he ripped his hand away from her mouth and reached down to roughly plunge the three fingers into her body.
A startled yelp got lodged in Kana's throat and came out as a small squeak. "At least take me to dinner, first, jerk," she joked in a shaky voice. Genma's muffled laugh relaxed her enough to appreciate the way Kotetsu thrust and twisted his fingers skillfully, though she was still confused. "I thought Izumo needed-"
"Spit makes for lousy lube," Kotetsu explained, "This will be a lot better." He flattened his palm so that he cupped her warmth, the heel of his hand pressing against the sensitive nub, making her head spin. Kana couldn't bother to ask any more questions, not when Raido had at some point decided to start massaging her chest through her top. Dimly, she was aware of the small mewling noises that must have been coming from her mouth, but she couldn't bring herself to care enough to feel embarrassed as her head rested on Raido's shoulder, enjoying the pleasurable sensations too much to keep it up on her own.
Though half-lidded eyes, she let go of Izumo's thigh and brought her hands back to her boyfriend's pants, shaky hands fumbling with the button.
A whine that sounded very much like Izumo caught her attention, "No fair, I want to – oh fuck Gen do that again."
Despite her frustration at the insufferable zipper before her, Kana couldn't help but smirk at the sounds the chunin made while Genma sucked him off. He sounded almost girlish.
'Okay, this is getting fucking ridiculous,' she thought to herself just before Kana decided to violently tear at the small flap of fabric, popping the button off and ripping the closed zipper from its seam; she probably would have felt bad about tearing Raido's jeans open like that if he didn't immediately pull his erection out with one hand and jerk Kotetsu's hand away before hastily thrusting into Kana's body.
"If you make her come before I get my turn I will hang you from a tree, Rai," the chunin growled as he reached over to slick his boyfriend's entrance.
'Turn?' Kana peeled her eyes from the Izu-Tetsu-Gen party to give Raido a worried look, who had the frame of mind to soften his gaze enough for it to uncoil some of the worry that had tightened in her stomach at Kotetsu's words.
"Only if you want," he mouthed, angling her hips to push himself in deeper.
Feeling Raido thrust in and out of her body while she was still practically sitting in Kotetsu's lap was a strange thing to think about at first, but the way that Raido insistently pounded into her right off of the bat as opposed to his normally slow pace wasn't really giving Kana enough space to think too much. Not when he had pushed her knees up to her chest and making those perfect groaning noises.
"Fuck, Kotetsu, he's ready," Genma groaned impatiently, "My dick is going to fall off if you don't get out of the damn way."
The chunin only laughed as he did something that made Izumo squirm and whimper out of spite. Kana watched Genma give him frustrated glare before he grabbed Kotetsu's wrist and yanked them away from Izumo's ass to replace them with his swollen erection. He slapped a hand over the chunin's mouth to smother his cry, "Shh, babe, don't be too loud."
It wasn't until then that Kana realized exactly what was happening. She was fucking Raido next to Izumo, who was having sex with Genma, while Kotetsu's throbbing member ground into her tailbone. In Anko's house. With about ten other jonin just a few rooms down.
The shock must have registered on her face some way, because Raido stopped moving, "Kana?"
"What…" Kana blushed, "What if someone hears us?"
Izumo twisted his face away from Genma's, "Ko, the – mmff – the door."
There was a grunt of disapproval from the named chunin, and Kana admitted that she immediately missed his warmth when he slid out from under her to go shut the door to the room they had commandeered. Raido took the opportunity to sit up on his knees and lay her back down next to Izumo, who immediately pulled her face in for another desperate kiss.
Kana was thankful for the elaborately patterned rug on the floor, because she no doubt that this would have been a relatively painful experience for all of them as Raido increased his pace.
"God, you smell so pretty," Izumo murmured against her lips. She wasn't exactly sure how to respond – not like she could, with the way that Raido was possessively ramming his hips into hers. The only sounds she could make were choked mewls and moans as his thick length struck that bundle of nerves every. Damn. Thrust.
Kotetsu was back a few moments later after setting a silencing jutsu, pulling his half-hard member out of his pants next to their faces. Nervousness fluttered in Kana's stomach, only barely mitigated by the encouraging grunts coming from Raido as his steady pace faltered in his excitement; Izumo took the hand she had placed on his thigh and laced their fingers together. The gesture calmed her down enough to where she was able to tilt her face up and begin to join in on his services, flicking the tip of her tongue along the underside of the now-engorged head experimentally.
Next to her, Izumo smirked and pulled the head into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he sucked happily. Kana mustered up a little more courage and flattened her tongue against the bottom of Kotetsu's erection, running it from tip to base, then back up, grinning inwardly when she felt it pulse in response.
"Fuck, Zuzu - more," Kotetsu groaned through clenched teeth, "Don't fucking tease me."
Kana pulled away and pushed at Raido's shoulders to get him to sit back. She quickly rolled over, careful not to knee Izumo in the side, so that she was on her knees, bracing herself on her forearms. The kunoichi tapped Izumo's cheek, who let the tip of Kotetsu's cock slide out of his mouth with a 'pop,' and took the heated member into her own mouth.
Raido snapped his hips back into hers, which pushed her farther down the chunin's length so that it bumped against the back of her throat, causing her to gurgle her disapproval as she fought her gag reflex. Kotetsu groaned loudly in response and fisted her hair almost painfully to hold her in place so he could rock his hips into her mouth while Izumo lapped at his scrotum and whatever Kana couldn't fit into her mouth.
"Hnng, definitely should –ohh fuck – should have wifed you," Kotetsu muttered with a smirk Kana could practically hear, eliciting a rather violent thrust from Raido, "Fuck, honey – more – harder, please."
His words of encouragement were almost drowned out by the sound of Raido growling possessively as he tightened his grip and slid a thigh between Kana's to force her legs further apart, sliding in deep enough for Kana to almost see stars. She had to concentrate on her sucking, flattening her tongue against the throbbing member that was beginning to pick up speed and tightening her lips around the thickness.
A low moan escaped Genma's lips, who had been fucking Izumo near senselessly, "Not gonna… Can't… Shit – Izumo – gonna…" He couldn't seem to form coherent thoughts as Kana watched his hips falter in rhythm, only managing loud grunts and vowels. He gripped Izumo's erection and began pumping it in time with his own erratic thrusts, causing the chunin to cry out and arch his back up off of the floor.
"Gen, Genma, please," he whined, "Harder. Don't stop, please- oh god…" The hand that held Kana's squeezed almost painfully as the tokujo hooked an elbow under Izumo's knees in a last ditch effort to bury himself into the writhing body beneath him as hard as possible. Izumo all but screamed in response, begging for more and moaning wantonly into Kotetsu's thigh just before Genma's hips stilled – he flattened their hips together and threw his head back with a loud groan. The man thrust once, twice, then collapsed to the side with a satisfied grunt.
Izumo's following dissatisfied whine brought another idea into Kana's head. She reached back to tap the hand that was clutching her hip in a bruising grip and turned her head to the side enough so that Kotetsu's penis slipped out of her mouth and slapped against her cheek wetly.
When Raido slid out of her, she climbed over Izumo with a smirk and trailed a few fingers between her legs so she could smear the fluids over the head of his largely ignored erection. At first he gaped at her in shock, sending an uneasy flutter through her body, but his expression quickly melted into a mischievous grin and he put his hands on Kana's hips to pull her downwards.
Izumo wasn't as large as Raido was, but she still reveled in the satisfying sensation of being filled as she sheathed his length entirely, rolling her hips in a circular motion to get used to the new feeling. Kana turned to give Raido an inviting smile, who had been watching the situation unfold with an expression that toed the line between jealousy and hunger.
She could feel Kotetsu crawl up behind her between Izumo's legs, impatient as always; she pushed herself up so that he could slide under his boyfriend's hips. Kana reached out to Raido, who was now standing next to her, and gripped his hips for stability as she lowered herself back down just as she felt Kotetsu push into Izumo's body.
The chunin released a loud whine at the sensation, his pretty dark eyes rolling back into his head as the pair seated themselves. "Fuck, fuck, Ko – Kana – please – move – oh god, more," he pleaded, his hips bucking upwards while trying to push down into Kotetsu.
Kana frowned, "I can't move with Kotetsu lifting you like that. My legs are too short," she muttered, pushing herself up the all of one inch she could manage for effect.
"If you want that human sandwich to work, put the midget on the floor," Genma mumbled lazily from where he was laying on the carpet.
She narrowed her eyes, but Raido grabbed her by the armpits and lifted her up, quickly setting her on the floor with her elbows propping her upper body up, and grabbing her hair to pull her face back, "No pouting," he growled before lifting her head to meet the head of his sobbing cock. It bumped against her nose first, smearing the precum over to her cheek, before Raido released an impatient huff and guided his length to her swollen lips with a trembling hand.
Izumo followed suit, pushing himself back into Kana's body with a thin whine; there was an added pressure just a few moments later that told her that Kotetsu had impaled his lover.
With her head tilted back and Raido rocking gently into her mouth, she couldn't really tell who was thrusting anymore. There was too much going on for her to honestly give a shit, either. Her eyes slid shut, instead, and just focused on rolling her hips up to meet the chunins' out of sync thrusts.
It almost felt as if Izumo was trying to completely bury himself inside of her with each snap of his hips, pressing their hips flush each and every time. The sensation was maddening, if anything else, as Kana struggled to pay attention to sucking Raido off while the chunin continued to strike the bundle of nerves that sent ripples up and down her body.
Kana nearly toppled over when Izumo grabbed the hand she had used earlier and brought it to his lips, tongue flicking out to swirl around the pads of her fingers as he thrust into her. "You even taste pretty," he whimpered, thrusting harder into her. Kana could only moan around Raido's erection, who gasped and used his free hand to keep her stable as his speed increased.
Izumo took the fingers into his mouth and nipped at the tips, swirling his tongue around them and moaning in time with his thrusts. Kana barely was able to register what was happening when her hand was placed over her hips, sliding just over where the chunin's member slid in and out of her at an increasingly erratic pace. Raido moaned at the sight and jerked his hips forward, shoving his pulsing cock down his girlfriend's throat and effectively cutting off her hair supply as she choked.
"I want to see you touch yourself," he whimpered, "Fuck – oh god yes – Ko, there – harder."
Raido rubbed her cheek apologetically when he pulled back enough for Kana to breathe but didn't stop thrusting, "Kitten…"
She reached her free hand out, feeling around, until Genma gripped her fingers and laced them together; she needed some sort of anchor as Kotetsu snarled and rammed himself into Izumo, who was all but screaming by this point from the sensory overload as he desperately fucked Kana with reckless abandon.
Doing her best not to choke to death on Raido's erection, Kana granted Izumo's wish and swirled her fingers around the tiny nub; he whimpered as she reflexively tightened around him. There was no way Kana was going to last long like this.
"Do you like that, babe," Kotetsu growled through clenched teeth, "Do you like watching her please herself for you while I fuck your ass?"
Her first reaction was to balk at his aggressive tone, but the other two men moaned appreciatively as Kotetsu began to make Izumo beg for him, and Kana couldn't help but savor how much Raido was enjoying himself as his hips began to twitch, a sign that his control was waning.
Thinking of him getting off on the sight spurred Kana to spread her raised knees a little wider, reveling in the sensation of Izumo thrusting deeper into her body as her hand moved faster, still slick from the chunin's saliva. Her hips bucked involuntarily at the sensation, rocking of their own accord to grind into Izumo's hips greedily.
Kana moaned around Raido, tilting her head back as far as she could and flattening her tongue against the hardened flesh and clinging to Genma as if her life depended on it with one hand while the other picked up speed between her legs. She felt Izumo lean down to kiss and nip at her sweaty, still clothed chest between moans and pants.
"Oh god," Izumo whimpered, "I can – nng – I can feel it. Kana, yes – fuck, yes!"
A familiar tension coiled in her stomach at the chunin's words of encouragement, prefacing her orgasm. Kana tried to say something, but it only came out in a gurgled slur of incoherent noises with her boyfriend fucking her mouth like he was.
"Kitten… Can't… Shit, I'm almost there," Raido groaned as Izumo's teeth clamped down on her shoulder.
That was all the encouragement she needed to send her world into a hazy smear. Kana felt her body heat up in response to Raido's husky words, the coil in her stomach tightening just before a primal moan ripped through her throat to let them know that her orgasm had hit her like a tidal wave. Izumo cried out as her walls squeezed him, her hips pushing down into his of their own accord in a desperate attempt at getting as much as that delicious friction as possible while she squirmed against the electric jolts that raced through her body.
Voice cracking, Izumo cried out and wrapped his arms around her waist to press their bodies flush, his uneven pants puffing on Kana's chest from where he was resting his face on her collarbone. "Ko…" was all he managed to whine.
She could hear Kotetsu grunt warmly for his lover, kissing his back, "Let go, Zuzu," he growled, "I wanna feel it – ohhh fuck Zuzu, I'm right there."
Raido's hips snapped forward, shoving his length down Kana's throat painfully as it pulsed. He snarled wetly through clenched teeth when his own release rolled through him, and she squeezed Genma's hand but brought the one up from where it had been pinned down by Izumo to help keep him steady so he didn't fall over and break her neck while his warm fluid poured down her abused throat.
At the same time, a salacious wail erupted from Izumo just as his own rhythm faltered, hips twitching and bucking to and fro – unsure of which sensation his body craved more.
Kana was hardly paying enough attention to her surroundings when Kotetsu pressed his lover into her with a strained shout of his own. Her ears buzzed. She was tired. Her throat hurt, even though she didn't remember when exactly Raido had pulled away from her to place tender thank you kisses on her swollen lips. Kana thought she felt Izumo lick her nose and cheek, where there had been a small smear of precum from when Raido had almost stabbed her eye out, but she wasn't entirely sure. Someone's hands wiped away the tears and drool from her face that she didn't know had been there.
All she knew was that someone was rolling her onto her side as the chunin snuggled up against her on the floor. In the morning Kana knew that she would probably be horrified at what had just happened. For now, though, the only thing she cared about was curling into the warm body that was pressed against hers and giving in to the call of sleep.
Two things.
One: Kana was pretty sure that Kotetsu was the best cuddler on the planet and two: Kana was entirely certain that Ibiki was the scariest person ever. Particularly, slightly hungover Ibiki that was not expecting to find the group of shinobi sprawled on the floor of his guest bedroom in a tangle of naked limbs slumbering away their post-coital bliss. Raido had the presence of mind to drag the covers off of the bed and drape it over the party as they all passed out, and Izumo was really the only one that was entirely naked, but with the way Ibiki reacted they might as well have been exposing everything.
It sure as shit wasn't the best way to wake up, that's for sure. Ibiki was loud, really loud, and both Kana and Izumo were sore, really sore.
Still, Kana couldn't bring herself to care about the unceremonious nature of how her day started as she paced back and forth outside of the operating room. The tokubetsu jonin were off doing whatever the fuck bodyguards did when they weren't out on missions, the chunin were in the middle of a shift in the mission room that they had been quite late for, Guy was on a solo mission, and Kana was alone with Tenten and Neji as they waited for their teammate to come out of surgery.
Lady Tsunade, as it turned out, was a huge hardass and refused to allow Kana to assist with Lee's operation because she had never been formally trained as a doctor, despite her extensive knowledge of the human body and jonin-level ninjutsu. It was infuriating, but arguing with the Hokage wasn't exactly a part of Anbu's duties so she found herself impatiently walking back and forth down the hallway.
It felt like those stupid swinging doors had been closed for years, but in reality she knew that it had probably only been a couple of hours.
Eventually, Tenten's arm snapped out and grabbed Kana's wrist to pull her to a stop, "Lee is going to be fine," she said, "So please just sit down with us? You're putting me on edge."
The jonin flopped into a plastic chair, her Kurogan still activated, and stared through the door to watch the surgery.
It took every ounce of self restraint to not jump out of her chair – and probably her skin – when she saw the Fifth walk out into the hallway. This was mostly for Tenten's sake, who had fallen asleep against her shoulder and would have most likely been thrown straight to the cold linoleum.
Instead, she impatiently tapped the genin on the knee and nudged her shoulder.
"Lady Tsunade," Tenten stood from her chair with a start upon laying her bleary eyes on the doctor, "Was it…"
Tsunade gave a tired, but triumphant smile, "We managed to clear the debris from his spinal column without a hitch. In fact, he can begin light training by the end of the week."
A breath that Kana wasn't aware she had been holding released in an audible whoosh and she doubled over in her seat to cradle her head in her hands; if she didn't find some way to stabilize herself she knew she would have toppled over. Across the hall she could hear Neji's own sigh of relief.
Hearing those words come from the Hokage's lips made everything else seem so incredibly unimportant. Her soreness didn't matter. The mission she would leave for tonight didn't matter. The fact that she had decked Iruka the night before didn't matter.
Lee was okay.
Lee was going to continue on to be a shinobi.
There was a small noise in her ears that sounded like a choked sob, and it took the feeling of Tsunade's hand on her shoulder for Kana to realize that she had begun to cry.
Taking a deep breath, she wiped the back of her gloved wrist at her cheeks and pushed herself into a standing position, "Forgive me, Lady Hokage. I didn't mean to…"
"React exactly like your sensei would?" the sannin finished for her with a gentle smile, "You really are Guy's kid at heart. Don't think I didn't notice how you still wear that spandex suit he made for you."
Kana blushed and bit back the embarrassed grin that tugged at her lips, "When can we see him, ma'am?"
Tired eyes remained soft even as Tsunade frowned, "Normally I'd say that visitors won't be allowed until he's had a good night's rest," she said, "But considering your mission… Go get yourselves some dinner, give him enough time to recover on his own, then come back and you can see him in his room for a little while."
Her words lifted a small weight off of Kana's chest, and she smiled as the trio thanked the Hokage for everything she had done for their friend.
"You are leaving? For how long?"
The sound of Lee's tired voice whining at her was something that Kana would willingly admit she adored. 'Sweet, beautiful, innocent Rock Lee,' she cooed inwardly, smoothing her hand over his glossy black hair.
"Sorry, Lee, I'm afraid that's classified," she said, tapping her index finger four times against his head.
The genin gave her a knowing smile that replaced his look of disappointment, "Will you train with me when you get back?" he asked hopefully.
Tenten gave an exasperated sigh, "Lee, you can't just expect her to drop everything just to spend time with you! Jonin, especially Anbu, have a lot of responsibilities they need to take care of with the village still so short staffed! Jeeze, can't you just be happy that you're finally going to be allowed to train?"
Apparently not, if the way Lee's face fell was anything to go off of. Kana gave him a reassuring smile and ruffled his impossibly soft locks, "Tenten's right, we're all extremely busy," she said, "But I promise that I'll train with you as much as I can. Just so I can finally see you kick Neji's ass hard enough to wipe that smug look off of his face, if anything."
She couldn't help but snort at how Neji gaped at her in a "You're such a traitor" sort of way. Tenten giggled in her chair, as well, and Lee beamed up at her with a resolve so strong that she wanted to break down and cry all over him. It had been so long since she had seen his spirit shine in his wide eyes, eyes that were nothing short of clear windows to his heart, that seeing it now made her happier than when she saw him master the Primary Lotus technique – something that even Neji failed at.
Sometimes Kana couldn't help but marvel at how the kid's smile was all it took to reduce her to a pile of mush; it was nearly impossible for her to find herself unhappy when Lee was around. Leaning over the bed, she touched their foreheads together, "I have to get going now. Don't push yourself too hard, okay?"
Lee flashed another toothy grin and gave her a thumbs up that only continued to warm her heart.
"Congratulations, Lee. Good night."
There was one more stop she planned to make before taking off, so when Kana shut the door she turned towards the staircase leading to the second floor instead of the hospital lobby. She had only been able to bring herself to visit Sasuke once before, and he had been unconscious for the six hour duration of her stay with him, so this would be the first time Kana would have been able to properly visit the boy.
As she approached his room she was aware that he may have already turned in for the night, considering the sun had gone down a few hours ago, but Sasuke was sitting upright in his bed and staring out the window. He must have been lost in thought, because he didn't make any move to acknowledge Kana's presence and flinched when she sat herself on the edge of the bed.
"Hey there, space cadet," she greeted warmly.
Sasuke recovered quickly and smirked, "You tell jokes now?"
The smile didn't reach his eyes, but Kana was able to appreciate the attempt he was making to put up a good front for her sake, even if the knowledge of him being unhappy still panged at her chest. She patted his leg, "No, but I still enjoy teasing the crud out of you," she answered. Reaching into the larger pouch strapped to her leg, Kana pulled out a photograph she had framed earlier that day and set it in the teenager's lap.
"I'm sorry I reacted the way that I did," she said with her eyes focused on the photograph, "I had been so used to watching you from a distance that the idea of you being close… A lot of things have changed in the last three years for me, but that was particularly overwhelming. I'm really sorry, Sasuke."
Pale hands held the picture by the frame, and Kana looked up to see Sasuke gazing down at it with an expression that bordered on sad and fond. It was of him as a child, arms wrapped around his mother's neck with a toothy grin. Mikoto looked just as happy with her eyes crinkling around the edges as she smiled up at the lens, one hand pushing her bangs back and the other wrapped around Sasuke.
"I remember this," he murmured, "This was on… His birthday, wasn't it?"
A twinge of nervousness made itself known at the mention of Sasuke's older brother; Kana wasn't entirely sure how he would react at the memory and wondered if he would become agitated at the reminder. Still, she nodded, "Yeah, but I think you used it more that day than he did."
Sasuke chuckled lightly and nodded, "I was so mad at you for not taking as many pictures with us… Where did you get this?"
"I…" Kana looked down at her hands as the memory of the night came flooding to the forefront of her consciousness, "Anbu were tasked with the… Cleanup. Out of respect, Lord Hokage suggested that I remain in the hospital with Kakashi-"
"Wait, Kakashi was there?" Sasuke interrupted, "Why?"
At that moment, she wished that she had her Anbu mask over her face instead of strapped to the side, as opposed to simply having the cloth mask she wore on missions covering the bottom half of her face. Kana swallowed against the growing lump in her throat and willed her tears away. "You were unconscious that night… I guess it would make sense that you would want to know the details, but…" She forced herself to look back up into Sasuke's expectant face, "When the time comes, I promise I'll tell you everything. From beginning to end. I'll answer any question you may have. But, right now, I can't tell you much other than that Kakashi had been injured that night and was in the hospital, and Lord Hokage requested that I not participate in the cleanup of the Uchiha district. I insisted, and made sure to be the ones to… Take care of your parents."
Understanding horror flashed across his face as the harsh meaning of Kana's words sunk in, "You mean, you…"
"Yeah," she whispered, "It felt wrong… For anyone else to do it." The memory of Mikoto's blank eyes staring up at her as Kana removed her body from their family home filled her mind. To this day she could still feel the way her cold, lifeless skin felt as Kana pecked her lips on her forehead in a final goodbye. It had been a gesture so frequently shown towards her and Itachi whenever they left to go on missions, and she had done it without thinking.
Kana remembered apologizing to Fugaku's corpse as she carried it, begging him to forgive their son for the orders he had been tasked with, then blaming him angrily for making things so bad that he was forced to this. She remembered the heavy weight of the air as she made her way through their house, the last time she would ever walk the halls and touch the doors.
"I knew that Itachi kept a majority of the pictures taken with that camera over the years in a box beneath his bed," she said, her voice barely louder than a whisper, "So I retrieved the box with the intention of turning it into a photo album for you, but… I couldn't bring myself to look through them."
Instead, she had taken one of the photos Itachi had taken of the three of them together and framed it, putting it on her nightstand. The rest of them remained in the box that Kana had tucked away in her bedroom closet. Every time she approached the door with the intention to take the pictures out and begin arranging them in the album she had purchased, she felt an impossible weight settle on her chest that would force Kana to her knees; it had been years since she even bothered to entertain the idea again.
Rubbing her gloved hands over her blurry eyes, Kana sighed, "But I thought I'd get this one out for you. To promise that I'll put it together when I get back from my mission."
Sasuke looked as if his heart had ripped in two as he spoke, "How long will you be gone?"
"Can't say," she whispered, voice cracking, "Not very long." Kana pat his leg one more time before standing up from the bed, sliding her mask over her face, "I have to get going now. I just… Wanted to come by to give you this."
A hand grabbing her by the wrist kept her from walking away, and Kana felt the hand tug her back down. Confused, but curious, she allowed Sasuke to tug her into a sitting position before the hand on her wrist moved up to the back of her head; the hand holding the picture placed it back into his lap and pulled aside her mask.
The mild anxiety associated with her mask being removed was instantly replaced by the crushing feeling of her heart being overfull as he gently touched their foreheads together.
"Thank you," he murmured, "For everything, big sister."
Not even another invasion from the Sound could have stopped Kana's warm tears from spilling out over her eyes and into the mask that clothed her cheeks. The gesture was one she frequently made with Sasuke when he was a child, usually when they were formulating some playful scheme against his family or when he was in need of comfort – Kana went on to extend the motion towards Lee, subsequently, but it had always been something that was special between the two of them.
Suddenly, this felt like a goodbye.
Kana choked back her sob and took a deep breath to fight against the tidal wave of emotions that threatened to pour over her and wash her away. With her forehead protector in the way she couldn't feel his forehead, so it was easier for her to pull away and stand from the bed. "I'll be back soon," she whispered.
There was a sadness in Sasuke's eyes that she would have done anything to make go away, but she didn't have time. Her mission was to begin in less than an hour, where Kana needed to be out of the village and on her way to the Village Hidden in the Clouds. It was a cooperative mission with another Anbu member from Suna, and it was extremely important for things to go as smoothly as possible – as heartless as they were perceived to be, Anbu were the most fiercely loyal members of their village's shinobi force. A successful mission performed by Leaf and Sand Anbu members would be a monumental step forward to salvaging their alliance.
Neither of them said another word as Kana exited the room.
Note: Oh lawd. I don't really know how that happened lol - it was supposed to be an innocent tickle fight but then Genma happened and next thing I knew, 4,000 words had appeared in Word ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Don't count on it ever happening again because I suck at writing smut lol. But jeeze this chapter was long, and there are only about... 4 chapters until I bring this story to a close and open up the Shippuden one.
Also, huge props to those of you that PM'ed me about the link between Itachi and Kana's medical ninjutsu. I feel like figuring it out would kind take away from this story's ending, but some of y'all are smart cookies :D