Motoko Umino groaned softly as she staggered her way back into Konoha after her long and confusing mission to the hot springs festival. Thanks to a lucky incident where the kunoichi had to track down some guy that had somehow made it into the festival, her secret identity remained just that, a secret. She still wasn't certain if they meant to interrogate or rape her, but either way she was mostly relieved to be safely home in Konoha. Once through the gate, pausing only to flash her identification, and to get instructed to go right to the Hokage's office, she staggered onward.
Her mission report, and the delivery of the pictures taken was all a blur for her. Instead of going to Naruto's apartment, Motoko drifted towards Iruka's home since she was supposed to be visiting him for the next week. The only problem was the tiny fact that Iruka was gone on a week long academy training trip, and no one had felt that Motoko might be needing a key to get into the house.
After a few minutes of pounding on Iruka's door, and knowing better, even in her sleep addled state to try and get in without him home, Motoko did the only thing she could think of doing. She turned around, leaned her back against the door and passed out.
Her pleasant dream of anally violating someone with the Forbidden Scroll of Sealing sideways for her previous mission was interrupted by the shaking of her shoulders. Opening her eyes, she blearily looked at the woman waking her up, and suddenly wished to be anywhere but here. For right there in front of her was Anko Mitarashi, one of the many to not know about her double life. "Hey, you're Iruka's little sister right?" At her nod, the trench coat clad woman smiled and started dragging the sleep deprived not-quite-a-woman along. "I promised him you could crash at my place while he's gone. But since he's going to be gone for the week, I'm going to take you to K-YUM after you get some sleep... and a shower if you want."
Motoko was about to ask what K-YUM was, but Anko kept rambling on about something, and really she couldn't be bothered, since she was half-dead on her feet already. The trip to Anko's house next door was a blur, as was the few staggering steps to the couch. If it wasn't for Anko pushing her onto the couch, she was pretty sure that she'd have just stayed where she had stopped, sleeping while standing upright.
The next awakening was to something much more pleasant than being shaken and someone shouting at her. The smell of fresh red bean soup and dangos filled her nose, as her eyes opened to find Anko sitting there waiting with a huge grin on her face. Sitting up slowly, Motoko wiped a bit of drool from the corner of her mouth. As the blush formed on her cheeks she stuttered out, "S...Sorry about that... Mitarashi-san, was it?"
"Anko's fine," the snake summoner waved it off childishly, while pointing to the food, "Eat up, we're going to be busy tonight."
"Busy?" Motoko inquired before taking a drink of the soup. It wasn't bad, wasn't ramen, but it was still a good soup. Unfortunately, it should never be taken nasally, as she soon found out.
"I told you, since you're new in town, I'm going to take you to the City of Women, deep under Konoha, and go to their Yaoi market," Anko proclaimed proudly, just in time to cause the poor Motoko to snort her soup. "Ah, come on, don't be a stuck in the mud prude like your brother... I won't tell if you won't..."
"Ah... Anko-san..." Motoko began nervously, while chills danced over her spine. She was in deep now, and her mind was working overtime to get out of the trip to what she assumed was to be a strictly no man zone. "I... I'm new here... and won't the others be upset that an outsider is intruding like that?"
"Nopers," Anko declared before snarfing down a dango dumpling. "Shee, wesh awwl shaid dat yoush coult uush ma bith o' 'un a'tah bein' stuck wif Iwuka."
Thankfully after years of talking it while slurping ramen, and listening to Iruka doing the same, Motoko knew what Anko was saying. "Iruka's fun Anko-san... and well... I haven't always lived here remember? I just found out about Iruka recently and came to visit..."
Anko swallowed the dumpling in her mouth, before looking at the ceiling in thought. After a moment, and Motoko finishing her soup and starting on a dango skewer her mind finally made the connection. "Oh yeah... Tsunade said that you were found and taken to be raised out in the country... some kind of magazine photographer..."
"That's right Anko-san..." Motoko answered pleasantly, before taking a small bite of dumpling, having had table manners pounded into her rather thick skull before she left on the hot spring trip from hell by the Hokage and Iruka. "I just came off an assignment at the Princess Hot Spring Festival over in the Land of Ice, in fact..."
Anko cut her off before she could claim to want to relax for a bit. "Oh yeah? That sounds awesome, you have to tell us all about it at GT..."
"Us? GT?" Motoko asked, that familiar feeling of dread filling her stomach with ice.
"Oh yeah! You wouldn't know... GT is GirlTown, the bar down in the City, and us is the usuals... Me, Kurenai, Yugao, and some of the younger girls like Sakura, Hinata, Ino, and Tenten... they're great girls, lots of fun," Anko bragged gleefully before eating another dango. Meanwhile, Motoko was calmly, and quietly freaking out. That's when a tiny bastion of hope struck her.
"You said it's a bar, this GT?" Motoko asked quietly, earning a nod from Anko. "Then I can't go I'm afraid, I'm a minor, and since I'm not a ninja..."
"Awww..." Anko pouted miserably, but Motoko's years of pranks told her that the gears were turning in the other woman's mind. And thus she had her mind whirling in a way to cut her off. Never once did it occur to the honorable mind of Naruto Uzumaki, hidden behind the veil of Motoko Umino, was that this was a guy's dream, to enter into the secret of world of girls, and finally get an insight into their minds. Instead, he thought of one thing, if he went into the City of Women, he would not be coming out in one piece.
Unfortunately for Motoko, Anko was just a step faster in her thinking. "That's okay, we'll just go to the Hokage and get you a special pass. That way you can enjoy yourself while your brother is away."
Motoko figured that it would be safe to trust in the Hokage denying her access.
So she was just a little surprised that four hours later, despite all her silent protesting and pleading, she found herself sitting at the bar of GT, with the 'usuals' as Anko called them, plus Shizune and Tsunade holding some drink that smelled like mango, but from what she saw of the bartender pouring in, would probably knock her flat on her backside if she did more than sip it.
She thought she would have died when she went through Konoha's Yaoi Underground Market, and then even more when Anko realized that yaoi wasn't her thing, and instead drug her towards the Yuri market. Mercifully Kurenai had intercepted them before Motoko had entered the decidedly girl only area, and helped Anko frog march her into GirlTown.
"So Motoko-san..." Tsunade began while sipping a saucer of saki, "I got to look over those photos you brought in for the magazine, I have to say that they were adorable. They were delivered to your publishers, since we took them from you, and they promised you a healthy bonus for the quality of your work."
"Thank you Hokage-sama..." Motoko replied politely under the thumping music from the band on stage. She still couldn't figure out how they couldn't be heard from outside, even with silencing and privacy seals in place. "I hope you saved the negatives, since there are a few I'd like to add to my portfolio..."
In truth, Motoko really wanted a few of the kids playing, since it was something she never had growing up, but the rest could all be tossed. "Oh yeah, I'll have to get them back for you, your publishers said they'd mail them."
Leaning in, Motoko gave the Hokage the most pleasant grin that she could possibly, while an aura of death and dismemberment surrounded her. No one else even looked near the bar, having this sort of thing happen regularly. "I do hope you got the right one... just so I know, who did you send it to?"
"Oh, I don't remember the name, but it was the Women's Beat magazine company," the Hokage answered back with a nonchalant smile of her own. That was all it took for Motoko to get the target of her revenge. Somewhere in Konoha, Jiraiya shivered and decided that writing out a will might be a good idea, but couldn't say why.
Back in GirlTown, Motoko blinked as she realized that the music had stopped, and every single pair of eyes were focused solely on her. Gulping nervously she shrunk down and squeaked out a "W...what?"
Anko supplied her the answer by leaning in and whispering, "Women's Beat is the official magazine of the City of Women... you have just obtained a legion of fangirls... I'll give you five before they start mobbing..."
Flashbacks of Sasuke's fangirls mobs filled Motoko's mind for half a second, the next four and a half seconds found her bolting from the bar, followed shortly by the rest of the occupants, save Tsunade, Shizune, and the bartender. "That wasn't very nice Tsu-chan..." Shizune whispered while the bartender set to cleaning glasses at the other end of the bar.
"No... no it wasn't..." Tsunade answered with a cruel smile of her own. "But 'she' deserved it..."
Shizune turned back to her drink, and tried to puzzle out if it was a good or bad thing that Motoko had done to deserve her own fangirl horde. And then remembering exactly who Motoko was, decided that it was probably both, and drained her glass. If Motoko survived this night, she would buy her a month's worth of ramen.