Team twenty-two was escorted inside into the warmth and were the final team to enter the main floor of a large modern room. The smooth, flat walls in the stone grey seemed almost bland compared to the scenery mother nature made within the mountain. As directed, they stood in a line before the panel of proctors and other Iwa shinobi they hadn't met yet. In the centre the Tsuchikage scowled at all of them. He was the shortest of the group before him, and the oldest. His nose bulged from the middle of his face and was a deep ruddy colour, Nishira wondered if it was from age or excessive drinking. The top of his head was balding, a shiny top surrounded by white hair, that matched a long mustache, beard, and impressively thick eyebrows, gathered at the back of his head in a traditional tie. His cloak was composed of four panels connected by a red collar, the panels were long and green, potentially to make their leader seem taller, but it didn't work. His deep frown turned into a sneer.
"Well, you all look like crap."
Nishira looked around and saw the tattered clothes, and dirty bandages wrapped around various wounds of the two other teams that stood next to her. She looked down at herself a reddish-brown color stained all her clothes, her hair felt like straw between her fingers, coated in dried blood and decay. There were a couple of chuckles from the spectators and students. Drawn to the noise, Nishira looked to the catwalk that surrounded the muted room and saw some of the other teams that hadn't made it. There, the same continuation of bandages and filth were a contrast to their pristine squad leaders who stood nearby. Sekawa pointed at the giant rip in Toma's pants and laughed. Nishira turned to see a couple of stares but was met with laughter, jovial and friendly laughter.
"Alright, you survived. Out of the thirty teams that started, only three are last. The last task to pass this exam is a one-on-one combat. You are no longer going forward in teams; you are now being evaluated as an individual. Because there are nine of you one of you will have to fight twice. We will make it a random draw."
Nishira looked over to the other team, one of the sand shinobi looked worse for wear, he couldn't even stand on his own, he coughed, she watched his body quiver weakly. He needed a doctor and soon. Her gaze lifted from the hurt shinobi and trailed around to see more clearly who was still there. Her mind wondered how many had died down there. Her eyes landed on Kabuto.
Nishira observed him, the lights from the fluorescent bulbs flashed across his glasses and lent him a sickly complexion, he held a grin on his face his eyes boldly connecting with hers. Nishira's curiosity was piqued, his face looked almost hungry or maliciously pleased. Was there something he knew that she didn't? The thought unnerved her as she pulled her gaze away to focus on the instructions.
"…. The fight will happen in thirty days. This will allow the spectators to make their way into Iwagakure. Battles will be assigned shortly. Jonin, you may join your students while we prepare."
Hibi jumped down and clapped Sekawa on the back with unexpected force.
"You guys look like you got mauled. Oh my god! Look at you, Nishira, you're a whole different color!" She clutched her side and laughing with her full body. Nishira looked down at herself with a smile. "Ugh and you smell!"
"God, I need a shower. I hope Lady Suzunagi lets me in. I'm pretty sure she'll have a heart attack at the sight of me."
Hibi laughed harder, emitting an unflattering snort. Toma pulled out a camera, still intact in a sealed plastic bag, from his pack. Sekawa groaned.
"Do we have to do that now? Can't you wait until we don't look like chew toys?"
"Come on, this is a great look for us. Please Kawa, do it for me? We did it last time too!"
"Yeah, but last time we didn't look quite so… gross."
"Oh shut it Kawa and get in the photo!" Nishira snaked her arm around Sekawa's neck, Hibi grabbed a student from nearby and shoved the camera into his hands. After messing about for a bit, the camera clicked a few times and Toma stowed it safely back in his bag, just as the Iwa proctors emerged.
"Please look at the screen to see the order and set of matches."
All present looked at the screen hanging above them on the wall in anticipation.
"Aw man! I have to fight two! I got Sujini and Arihachi, what about you, Kawa? Nishira?"
Nishira's eyes drank in Jori's name. Of course, she thought bitterly. This would be interesting.
As expected, Lady Suzunagi had a stick and whipped it threateningly when Nishira approached the ryokan, forcing her to wash with the faucet outside behind the building. It was freezing, and Nishira's lips chattered as she splashed it on her bare skin, scrubbing at the dried splotches, her clothes and bags discarded at her feet in a plastic bag as per Lady Suzunagi's instructions. She wrapped the worn towel that had been hurled at her along with some choice words from their host and entered the back door into the ryokan. Looking around to make sure the coast was clear, Nishira tiptoed down the empty hall. She was almost back to her assigned room when a small chuckle caught her attention. Turning, she saw Kabuto in clean clothes and damp hair. He leaned casually against the wall less than ten feet from her.
"New look? Suits you."
Nishira blushed and glared, eliciting a laugh from her observer. But when she pulled the slit of the towel up to display more of her bare thigh as a retort, the great expanse of skin reduced Kabuto to a guarded neutral face, his eyes uncontrollably drawn to the display.
"New look? Suits you, Kabuto. No smart-ass comments now?" Nishira turned to enter her room, give an exaggerated swing of her hips just to be extra teasing. "Actually, Kabuto, I wanted to talk to you before you guys leave tomorrow."
She's left the door open to her quarters and rummaged in her bag for clean clothes. His voice came with its normal light tone from just outside. She changed regardless of the audience, not even sure if he could see.
"Actually, my team are staying behind to support yours."
As she pulled the fabric of a ribbed tank top on, and some shorts, she stepped back into the hallways, scrunching her hair with the towel.
"Well, if this is about your cards, then I'm glad because I want to ask if I can look at the one on my guy."
Kabuto smirked, the playful look back on his features.
"You'll have to do something for me first."
The sound of hissing was intermittent followed by a pained moan. It echoed lightly in the hidden oasis Kabuto and Nishira had snuck away to for some privacy, away from the harsh winter on the surface. The water nearby cast watery glimmers around the walls.
"Yes, that's good."
There was a slight growling edge to Nishira's voice, followed by a throaty gasp from Kabuto. Nishira snickered.
"Careful, I'm beginning to think you like this."
There was no response, except for a grunt, sweat gathering at his brow as he looked down, glasses and shirt haphazardly discarded, eyes pressed closed, her taunting words not even registering to him.
Nishira used tweezers to pull out a jagged piece of rock from Kabuto's back as he sat before her. She inspected the wound on Kabuto's exposed back, the bright red expanse of skin torn away in a ragged patch, the vulnerable flesh marred with pebbles and debris. Nishira had slowly taken out the pieces bit by bit.
"I have some shochu in my flask if you want, for the pain."
She dipped again and pulled out a bloody piece of something unidentifiable. The wound was fairly surface level. Kabuto gave a small nod, and she pointed with the tweezers next to her supplies was a slim steel flask, he took it and with a shaky hand tipped it into his mouth, coughing from the sweet burn.
"I'm surprised they let you have that."
"What they don't know won't hurt them. Besides I don't use it for drinking, it's an antiseptic and a painkiller if a justsu is not enough."
He hissed as she pulled out one last rounded stone.
"Alright all the debris is out," The stone made a clink noise as it joined the bloody mountain of debris Nishira had removed. "We can use justsu now."
Nishira summoned the chakra and hovered her hand over the wound, careful not to press on it. With concentrated effort she managed to close the wound. What was left was a scab that appeared a month old or so. She looked at her handiwork with appreciation. Kabuto put on his round glasses back on, like a barrier between them.
"Healing justsu is not my forte but it works in a pinch. Why didn't you let the medical shinobi take a look?"
He didn't look at her.
"I don't like people touching me."
"So why me?"
Kabuto did turn his head halfway, one eye visible.
"Honestly, I don't know."
She began to wrap a bandage around his middle when he held up a hand to stop her. He pressed his hand on the wound and as he dragged his hand over it, the wound had disappeared completely.
"Wait, if you can do that, why did you need me?"
"I can't see if all the debris was out, too much of a risk to heal over a rock that could do more damage unnoticed."
He gently wrapped the bandage around himself in silence. Seeing the crisp white strips in place, Nishira changed the subject.
"Alright, pony up with card, I did want you asked."
Kabuto chuckled, swiveling on the rock he was sitting on the face her. He pulled out his deck and summoned the chakra. Nishira watched as the egotistical face peered up at her, the stats all well organized with his signature moves involved. Nishira began jotting them down, but he held up his hand with a small smile and held out the card.
"It's the least I can do to thank you."
She reached for the card, but it fell between them, both reaching for it as it had landed on the blood-soaked debris and used gauze. Nishira's hand grabbed it, but a sharp prick made her pull back, the bright welling of cherry red appeared on her hand. Kabuto reached for a fresh piece of gauze and wiped it tenderly, before handing her the card.
"It's weird when you're nice."
"Oh? What does that mean?"
"Don't play dumb, you're not as polite as you seem. So, if you decide you want to talk to me after this, lose the good boy act."
She relaxed when his smile shifted to the side, going from friendly to a little menacing.
"That's better. Less fake."
She turned to study the card, trying to figure out how she'd use her skills against his. Held in the books back in her room, there were notes and instructions to try new jutsus over the next month. Mentally noting the ones she would go forward with, Nishira stood to start cleaning her supplies and get right to it.
"Kabuto, I have another favour to ask, and it I think you'll like the benefit."
"Oh?"
"Help me train, I need someone to act as my eyes."
Kabuto's eyes glinted in interest.
"And the benefit?"
"You'll learn everything you need for your card on me."
The bar was rowdy, the roar of the patrons was lively and threatened to explode into the darkened street. Team twenty-two sat at a table tucked away, Toma's grin was wide and uninhibited as he looked at his teammates. Sekawa's face was gaunt and narrow.
"I don't think I can do it. I'm not that good."
"Babe, you're so ready, and if you're not, then we come back next time."
"Ugh I don't want to do this again, the second task seems to get harder and harder every time, next time we could be fighting like a giant snake or something. That would be the worst! AND! Even if we do beat our opponent there is no guarantee that they'll promote us."
"We're going to do it and we'll finally become chunin, right Nishi?"
He looked at their last squad mate who stared into her pint glass.
"Huh? Yeah, we'll be fine."
Toma looked between them.
"Alright you two, we need to blow off some steam!"
He snagged both their hands and drew them out into the night air. The coolness swept the fogginess from Nishira's mind as they approached an innocuous store front, not yet opened so it stared blankly back at them. Next to it was a door that led not to the store but to a single steel door that opened to a flooding of red and purple lights, and a dimness that gave privacy to all who were a patron. The waft of hazy smoke drifted towards them, and Nishira grinned.
"Oh Toma, how did you find this? And in a shinobi village too!"
"What do you mean?"
Nishira's smile was stickered on as a hostess approached them.
"I'll tell you when we sit down. Hi, yes for three please. Do you have a private room? Oh, price is no issue."
She winked at Toma who would inevitably be footing the bill. The hostess perked with excitement at the mention of a premium service and swept her arm to in a graceful motion to bade them to follow her deeper into the establishment. Sekawa looked at the tables that were lit up to display the tall contraption with hoses coming from it, curiosity plain on all her features.
The petite hostess led them to a door, opening to reveal a nest of pillows and satin all surrounding another one of the contraptions seen out in the lounge. Sekawa could see that it was made of glass, with intricate detailing that could only be done by hand. Nishira looked at her comrades and asked for their specials for the night. She smiled delighted at a specific name, ordered it and the hostess left with a charming smile.
"Giggle Ganja? Nishira, what did you order?"
With a snicker, she sat down into the comfortable plush of a round pillow.
"Toma? How exactly did you find an establishment run by gangsters?"
Toma's eyes widened, offset by his mouth pressing tinier and tinier into his beard until it almost disappeared. His voice dropped to a panicked whisper.
"What?"
"Did you see the guys sitting at the back near the bar? Definite gangsters. This is a hookah bar, and not the reputable kind."
Sekawa looked between Nishira's barely contained laughter, eyes glistening with impish delight, to the stoic form of Toma pressing his lips together. They were only interrupted as hostess brough back water, tea, a tray of assorted snack foods, and the preparations for the hookah. Nishira watched as the hostess' expert hands placed balls of a waxy substance into the bowl on the very top of it, filled up the water in the base, and her eyes swung to her comrades as she torched the charcoal and placing them on top the bowl and left them with a graceful bow. Nishira grabbed two of the hoses that connected around the ornate gold detailing of the stem and handed them to her comrades.
"We've come this far, and you did say you wanted up to let off some steam."
They took them and looked at her.
"Think of it like smoking a pipe. Go slow to start."
It wasn't long before the three realized how the stuff had gotten its name. Toma giggled, kicking his bare feet in delight, prompting Sekawa to howl. Nishira reclined in a cozy space, pillows tucked in the prime spot for the best position, blowing little smoke circles. Toma sat straight up, eyes sparkling with delight.
"Guys, guys! Look at him!"
Nishira and Sekawa looked across from Toma to see no one.
"Guys, it's the High-kage!"
Nishira tried to stifle the giggle but couldn't stop the impulse.
"No, guys, stop laughing, you should see this man."
He proceeded to describe a tall older man, with dark skin, and black hair braided to his scalp that dangled behind his neck. His robe was said to be white with green accents along the bottom hem, and every time he spoke, Toma would giggle because of the white smoke that would come from his mouth.
"He thinks you're pretty hot, Kawa."
"Oh really?"
With a giggle, she moved towards Toma, leaning in for a kiss. Nishira went back to take another inhale of the smooth smoke, trying to make a target out of three smoke circles, ignoring the giggles that were happening and a startled but welcomed gasp. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Kawa's shirt discarded, thrown across the room, Toma's followed, and Nishira risked looking up to see Toma nestled between Sekawa's legs. With a happy smirk she went back to her own mind. They didn't share a room at the Ryokan, and Sekawa had been upfront about kicking Nishira from the room they now shared with Hibi, who was rarely present. Except, it would seem, when they were wanting an intimate moment. Nishira had upped the training with Kabuto when she could feel the tension rising between the two lovers.
As a pleased moan escaped Sekawa's luscious lips, Nishira frowned, thoughts immediately meandering to Kakashi, who was conveniently the last one to touch her in a way in a way that revved her engine. That was the same time that he said he'd never touch her like that again. She threw a pillow at them.
"Break it up, I'm still here you know, and if I can't be having sex, then I don't want to hear you guys. Fuck, it's been way too long."
She groaned into her hand in frustration.
"I'm sorry, please continue, I will go find a magazine to read, or some more snacks."
She looked up to see Sekawa looking between her and Toma, biting her lip. Her disheveled hair fell in waves as it escaped the pins, one bra strap had slipped from her shoulder, her eyes glittering as they looked at Nishira hungrily.
"We could change that if you wanted to. We don't mind."
Toma turned with a pleased smile to her, seconding Sekawa's statement.
"What? You want me to go out, find some random man, maybe that hunky gangster from when we walked in, come back, and fuck right here?"
"No, I think Kawa meant is we would love to include you if you give us your consent."
Nishira's cheeks flamed, and not from the flush of the hash they were smoking. Sekawa unwrapped one sensual leg and began to crawl across the pillows towards her, Toma watching hungrily, running a hand down the front of his beard and licking his lips.
Sekawa knelt before Nishira, slowly climbing in between her legs, her sensual mouth coming closer to Nishira's. She paused less than an inch to Nishira's pursed lips.
"Just say yes and you can have everything tonight, let us worship you."
"Don't you two want to be together tonight?"
"Of course, but we'd love to add you too. C'mon, you can pretend I'm Kakashi."
"Kawa, there's no way I can pretend you're someone else."
"Say yes and kiss me."
Nishira's gaze flicked between Sekawa's eyes that were hooded with lust.
"You won't regret it?"
"Why would I regret it? You're beautiful and gorgeous and deserve some release too. You deserve to be worshiped. Let me do that for you."
Nishira dumbly nodded, her mouth dry at the idea of being worshipped.
"I need you to say it, Nishi. What is it that you want?"
"Yes, worship me."
At her command, her sensual lips enraptured Nishira's, drinking her in hungrily. Sekawa's hands roamed freely, pushing under her shirt, tugging on her waistband, the other rooted firmly in her hair, keeping her in place, gasping helplessly.
"If you want me to stop, you can say so whenever, just say red if you want to stop, or yellow to slow down. Okay?"
Nishira could taste her breath, flavored with the taste of the hashish, every syllable blowing onto her parted lips, she nodded dumbly again. Sekawa smirked.
"Say yes."
"Yes."
Nishira's hands fell to Sekawa's waist, feeling the soft expanse of skin on the woman's hip. Her hand was covered by another, one a little larger and rougher, and Sekawa pressed into Nishira as Toma pressed into her, as he nibbled on Sekawa's ear. Toma's hand followed Nishira's arm until it landed on her waist, slithering to pull the material down, as Sekawa's pulled her shirt up. She thought about protesting, putting an end to this, fear lingered in her mind that it would change everything between them. But it was unfounded, Sekawa and Toma had openly talked about their other partners or the times they shared together. It felt like a hazy dream. Nishira prayed that it wasn't only a dream and moved obediently when Sekawa led her to lay down across the cushions.
Sekawa nestled closer to kiss Nishira, pressing the expanse of bare skin to hers, lips trailing to her neck and collarbone, hands fondling and kneading her breasts before Sekawa's mouth lowered and pulled one of her hardened nipples into her mouth, sucking without mercy. Nishira cried out and immediately reddened at how loud it had come and involuntarily. Elsewhere, gentle hands pulled at her hips towards the edge of the cushion before a warm tongue flicked her wet slit before hungrily lapping in between her folds. The urge to extend her neck at the hot sensation and electric waves from her clit gave Sekawa the opportunity to suckle gently on the skin there, holding Nishira's face tenderly with one hand, as she felt Sekawa's breasts pressing onto hers. She turned her head and met Sekawa's mouth feeling as though she were about to drown. It wasn't long between them until she cried out in an orgasm pulsing to the rest of her body, every sense alight, her heart pumping rapidly. Sekawa, pleased with the sight before her, looked down at Nishira as she tried to catch her breath.
"That was amazing." Another laboured breath as a dizzying euphoria began to set in. "Thank you."
"Oh babe, that's the first one of many to come."
Nishira gave a little squeak of surprise as Sekawa' hands gripped the sides of her face, firmly leading her to get onto her hands and knees, straddling their male teammate. Her hands still held Nishira's face, her expression one of gentleness but undeniable glee. She could feel Toma's hardened cock brushing against her thigh.
"Is this okay, Nishira?"
Nishira nodded and leaned forward to press her lips to Sekawa's as Toma's hands guided her down. Feeling the press of his cock against her, Nishira felt herself stretch to fit his girth, panting into Sekawa's mouth from the feeling. Slowly, taking him inch by inch, she was soon pelvis to pelvis with their goofy teammate, breaking away from the kiss to see his lopsided grin, content under her. She didn't get to see it for very long as Sekawa's long legs straddled his face, pressing herself to his mouth. Sekawa's eyes closed as Toma's mouth got to work.
Nishira began to move her hips, slowly and deliberate, feeling the sensations as Toma's cock rubbing inside her. It had been a while so Nishira wanted to savour the deliciousness of being full. Without prompting, Nishira leaned forward pressing her tongue to the crook of Sekawa's neck, trailing kisses and small nips along the sensitive skin then. Her reward was gentle hands, combing through her hair and grateful moans. A sharp tug of Nishira's loose hair sent a delicious shiver down her back, her hands tightening on Toma's chest. She felt his abs flex as his breath hitched in response. The delicious friction on her clit from her leaning forward to touch Sekawa with her mouth propelled her to move her hips a little faster. Sekawa lifted to give Toma some breathing room who gasped in as much air as his lungs could take before being cut off as she sat back down. Sekawa's devious smile suited her as she stayed there a few more delicious moments before releasing Toma again.
"Don't worry, he likes it. But I think I want you to finish me like this."
In a surprisingly coordinated effort, Nishira found herself on her hands and knees again, Toma behind her and Sekawa below her. She understood the assignment, lowering herself to the meeting of Sekawa's thighs, her tongue finding the hot button and tasting both Sekawa's juices, and Toma. She felt Toma press against her slit, sliding in with little resistance. Toma grunted as he rammed the last few inches of his cock with some force. Nishira couldn't help a small moan, even though her mouth was occupied, but the vibration did something to Sekawa who also gave a satisfied sigh. All dominance from her female teammate now evaporated, Nishira took delight in every quiver from under her. Nishira took two fingers and circled Sekawa's entrance before slowly pressing in and once fully sheathed making a come-hither motion. She was rewarded with a pant that bordered on ragged, encouraging her to double her efforts, her tongue circling Sekawa's clit, already primed for her. Toma's hands gripped into the flesh of her hips as he began to pull Nishira back onto him with some force, fueling the building of another delicious orgasm in her belly. The force of his thrusts converted to her efforts with Sekawa, Nishira seeing the signs of Sekawa's orgasm building as well.
As the wave of release began to roll over her, with a warmth that made her body sing, Nishira doubled down, increasing the pressure of her tongue and very gently using her teeth to nip at the hot button. Sekawa cried out and Nishira knew it was what Sekawa needed to go over the edge, as she felt the walls of the woman's pussy tense around her fingers and writhe beneath her. Nishira kept going, until the hands in her hair pulled her back to meet Sekawa's eyes, glazed over with hazy bliss. A grunting turned into a growling cry as Nishira felt Toma release behind her, his cock pulsing inside her. She looked back to see his head tilted back, exposing his neck, the top covered with the base of his beard, but enough skin was visible to see him swallow.
Once removed from the entanglement of limbs, Nishira was content to lay there for a while recovering, taking a long drag of the hookah as all the stress since their arrival in Iwagakure had melted away. She kept her eyes looking to the decorated ceiling as her companions snuggled together, exchanging lazy kisses until Toma was ready to start up again, Nishira letting them be for this round, her hand grazing downwards as she imagined a certain shinobi back home. The trio didn't leave until all were thoroughly slacked, heading home for the best sleep since their arrival a couple weeks prior.
