Naruto's Revenge

by Opa-sensei

This is a lemon fic. Naruto is betrayed by his friends and left with two broken legs on the floors of Konoha high. Several years of later a 25 year old reinvented Naruto meets once again with his old friends. He has one thing on his mind. Revenge.

7. Brewing

Chapter 7

Brewing

Kiba pulled over to the front of a abandoned looking building. He regarded the grey rundown structure with a frown on his face. It was ironic since the last time he came here he was in an extremely good mood. How long had it been since the last meeting?. This was by a good margin the quickest reassembly he'd experienced since getting involved in all this.

He normally came here to discuss their future plans and test his loyalty to the cause, but this time was different. This time he wasn't simply not in a good mood, rather he felt extremely upset coming here. Kiba was extremely disappointed at the reaction of the top brass to the attempted assassination of his wife.

While their order for all the suspects to remain within the city could be regarded as swift and decisive, Kiba was of a contrasting opinion. Simply putting the suspects under house arrest was barely considered doing anything at all, at least to Kiba. A full investigation should've been carried out on all parties.

Kiba was sure if the target had been Shikamaru's or Sai's wife the reaction would've been far different. Unfortunately, he was married to an outcast of the Hyūga clan. The prestigious clan could care less what happened in actuality, but Kiba expected them to at least show a different reaction on the surface. He was instead left dissapointed when all he got from the clan was a phone call to be patient.

Kiba tried to pressure them by reminding them that he still hadn't seen Hinata, thus it truly couldn't be confirmed that she was safe. However, the Hyūga clan just brushed it off, saying that nobody would dare harm her now that their eyes were on the situation. Kiba found himself feeling a little bad for Hinata. He couldn't claim he had the best of lives coming up, but at the very least he had a family that cared for him. In Hinata's case, her family could be considered her greatest enemy and even him, her husband, couldn't say he was particularly close to the lavender haired woman.

Kiba couldn't bring himself to imagine how lonely Hyūga Hinata was. Being born in one of the richest clans as an heiress didn't add anything positive to her pitiable life. Instead, it made her even more miserable. Kiba would admit this was an irrefutable case of the popular adage; 'Money cannot buy happiness'. Still, what was applicable to one man wasn't always the same for the next.

Kiba was thankful he got the best of both worlds. A caring family he could return to when he needed to clear his head, and wealth enough to ensure he never had to struggle in his lifetime again. He was truly a blessed man. Kiba put aside his thoughts and made his way into the building.

Once Kiba stepped in he was surprised and a little excited upon finding a man he never expected to be present here. He politely greeted the man and felt a slight annoyance in his heart when he was completely ignored. Arrogant prick.

Kiba regarded the other occupants of the room and instantly saw that he was the tardiest of the bunch. Kiba's eyes hardened as he stared at the three. He glared at Choji in particular, and maybe it was because he suspected the rotund man the most, or was it because he didn't dare carelessly eyeball the others?. Kiba didn't know. All he knew was that he was glaring holes into Choji.

As expected, Choji fidgeted under his intense stare, tempting the dog lover to say something intimidating, but before he could have the chance he was called into order and asked to take a seat.

Just like the exterior of the building, the interior wasn't anything much. The room Kiba had stepped into was barely furnished, all the paint was scrapped off the walls and even the floor was in terrible shape. There was a single circular table with seven chairs around it. One chair was visibly larger than the rest, making it standout like the head-chair.

Kiba didn't see any, but he knew there were numerous armed bodyguards within the building. He himself didn't come alone and had a few protectors lurking around. All bodyguards would not leave their hiding spots until it was absolutely necessary. This was a sort of courtesy shared between business allies, one that none would dear go against.

Six men stood out in the light, all seated but one. Kiba, Sai, Choji and Shikamaru were amongst these six and the final two were none other than Yastura Aimui and finally an unknown man dressed in a brown suit.

The man had sleepy looking eyes and wore a hat. He may have appeared very lax due to his expression, his bad taste in dressing and the toothpick hanging in his mouth, but the occupants of the room knew not to look down on him. This was the handler of Kiba, Sai, Choji and Shikamaru. Their direct connection to their employers.

"Inuzuka is here, get this meeting started already." Aimui grumphed out, not bothering to hide his annoyance.

The lazy eyed man rolled the toothpick in his mouth, his droopy eyes settling on the tan skinned giant of a man. "One sea is still empty, Yastura-dono." the man said politely, yet his expression didn't mirror his words. "The lady Mabui truly isn't coming?." he asked again. In actuality, there were two seats empty. One was put aside for Yastura Aimui's PA, who apparently wasn't coming.

"Were you deaf when I said it the first time?." Aimui frowned. He knew the man was just confirming so there wouldn't be any mixups when he reported things to his boss, but he still didn't appreciate being asked a question twice. Especially one that reminded him of the precarious situation he was in.

Kiba raised an eyebrow at the revelation. Wasn't Yastura Mabui like the PA of this man?. She was present in their last meeting even when her husband and Aimui's son wasn't. Was it a case of the presidential candidate finally seeing how strange it was that his wife followed his brother around more than him?. Did the man demand that his wife step down as Aimui's PA?. Most likely not.

If Kiba understood a bit about Yastura Aimui, it was that he was a very domineering individual and he would never give up anything for the benefit of another, even if it was his own brother. Then why wasn't Mabui here?. Kiba pondered on this. Meanwhile the others had drawn their own conclusions.

"Who exactly are we waiting for?." Sai spoke up. Normally there would be only five seats. Four for himself and his 'friends' and the last for their handler. Now there were two extra seats and the handler clearly had no plans of sitting down. Now, since Mabui wasn't going to show up they were waiting for a single person's arrival.

The handler was about to say something, but then perked up when he heard the sound of a car pulling over. "Looks like he is already here." the handler said.

The five seated men stared at the door they knew this mystery man was going to enter through in curiosity. Just who else would be joining their emergency meeting today?.

Few minutes later, what they expected happened, but in a very unexpected way. The door was unceremoniously kicked open, dislodging one of the rusted hinges in the process. The handler himself looked perturbed when the person they were waiting on was revealed to be a woman. This was not who his superior had told him was supposed to come!.

The person wasn't simply female, but she had the appearance of a teenager, and though her bearing was unique, nobody could take a teenager who made such an excessively dynamic entry serious.

The girl had black fair white skin, and a contrasting black straight long hair. She was a short individual, standing just at 5'3. Her eyes were strangely colorless, making her look as though she was blind, but from the way she was glaring at the four coworkers it was obvious she wasn't in actuality.

She was dressed casually, in a loose fitting dark green and black shirt, jean shorts, leggings and a pair of yellow sneakers. She wore a crown-less multiple colored baseball cap and bangles, making her appear even more child-like than she actually was. If childish choice of clothing was ignored, one could find this girl very attractive.

Though she was petite, her body still had all the attractive curves, and her assets stretched out the area of clothing covering them. Her breasts were close to C cup sized, appearing even larger on her tiny frame, while her rear didn't lose out in the slightest and was perhaps even more impressive than her bust.

The girl ignored all the strange stares she was getting and boldly stomped to the five seated men, ignoring their handler was confused on how to refer to the annoyed girl. The girl proved that her brazenness didn't merely stop at kicking doors down and, threw the chair facing her target aside and smashed her palms into the table, glaring straight at Yastura Aimui.

"Where is my sister?!." she demanded.

'Oh dear.' the handler thought.

Yastura Aimui wasn't having a good day today. Ever since Hyūga Hinata was almost killed he hadn't had a single good day. It hadn't been long since the incident and yet so many things had occurred, more than sufficient to make him go into a rage. It was because of these things that Yastura Aimui didn't bother regarding the angry teen yelling in his face.

Normally, he wouldn't acknowledge her as well, but this time his thinking was different. If he didn't lose it when all that had been happening to him occurred, why would he do so now, just because of a lowly Hyūga teenager?. Even if this girl was the current heiress of the Hyūga clan, that didn't mean anything to Aimui. He wasn't scared of the Hyūga clan itself, why would he care about a miniscule character such as an heir?.

He'd look her father in the face and call him a bastard. What exactly did this shrimp count for?. So, Yastura Aimui simply closed his eyes, taking a page out of the book of his most hated rival, and ignoring what he didn't feel was worthy of his gaze.

"Huh...?." the teen Hyūga was thrown off by the lack of reaction from the man she heard was an impulsive muscle head. Was the information she got on this guy wrong?. If he was impulsive, how could he just overlook somebody yelling in his face?. Come to think of it, he didn't look mad or offended at any point. His eyes never even focused on her wh–

Instantly she realized she wasn't simply overlooked. This man didn't bother looking at her in the first place, he disregarded her the second she stepped into this room. While he may or may not be impulsive, one thing she was certain of was his pride. Knowing this, she felt completely humiliated upon the realization that Yastura Aimui didn't even bother taking her words to heart. To him, she was an ant-like existence, not even worthy of his attention.

This wasn't simply undermining her status as the Hyūga clan's heiress, but the clan in extension. The young Hyūga was livid. "You–"

"Young mistress, I told you not to run off again." a voice from outside the room interrupted the girl's statement. She didn't bother turning to the speaker like the rest of the room, and was even more annoyed when Yastura Aimui opened his eyes to stare at the person.

He obviously couldn't see the person, with her standing directly in front of him, yet he still acknowledged this person's existence. In the process, treating her like she was see-through.

The other person stepped into the room, and from his voice and figure he was clearly male. He was a tall individual, much unlike the young mistress he referred to, standing at 6'1. He had a lean and delicate looking build, but his confident and firm steps would warn potential enemies otherwise.

His hair was black, slightly turning brown at the tips and long enough to almost reach his waist. He held his hair in a ponytail by a golden accessory with the Hyūga clan crest, leaving two large bangs to fall, framing both sides of his face. His eyes were equally as odd and colorless as the Hyūga teen, though they were far more narrow and calm compared to her own.

He was an incredibly handsome man, more so because of the hint of a feminine touch in his appearance. He was dressed in a white kimono shirt with sleeves long enough to hide his fingers. He wore a black sash with the Hyūga clan crest on it and equally black pants, finally a pair of black and white easy-walking martial arts shoes.

The occupants of the room all had varying reactions to the appearance of this man. For the handler it was relief since this was the person whom he was expecting, and now the girl's appearance made a little more sense. Still, the handler was a little annoyed that this tall Hyūga man brought her along when he was asked to come alone.

For Yastura Aimui, his expression turned completely serious as he stared at the man with a small amount of reverence visible in his eyes.

Shikamaru hid his reaction the best, but still looked a little more attentive now that this person had stepped in.

Sai strangely looked amused, though it couldn't be said with complete certainty that it was solely because of the Hyūga's appearance.

Choji was sweating buckets.

Finally Kiba. Kiba wanted to faint, to die, to hide away anywhere when he saw this man. He knew trouble was coming once he saw the heiress of the Hyūga clan stomp in, but he never expected there to be not one, but two of the few Hyūga's who openly rebuked his marriage with Hinata.

Kiba wondered if fate was playing a big joke on him, because he was previously thinking about why the Hyūga hadn't made any moves. Who knew they actually had. But why... why did they have to send in the two Hyūga clan members that hated his guts the most?.

Kiba was completely terrified of the tall Hyūga in particular, and let Hinata have her way most of the time because of him. A terrifying thought passed through Kiba's mind and he almost wept. What if Hinata told this man he tried to rape her?. Wouldn't this be his last day on earth then?. Kiba took a deep breath when he noticed that the man wasn't staring at his direction and seemed bothered about the Hyūga heiress and nothing else. He was just over thinking.

If this guy knew then probably the heiress would too, and for such a character, how could she ignore him, the easier target for Yastura Aimui?. Kiba assured himself. They didn't know and by all means he had to keep it that way. He had to find Hinata first, before these two got to her.

"I just had to see for myself who the guy that dared touch my big sister is." the teen Hyūga said, her countenance turning from feisty and unruly to calm and prideful. She was without a doubt a Hyūga. She took her foot off the table but never stopped glaring at Aimui.

"You also don't have to call me 'young mistress' Neji-nii-san." the girl said and sweatdropped when she saw Neji pick up the chair she slapped away and place it behind her for her to seat. Why did he have to act so servilely?. It was obvious that even the people here respected him far more than her, yet he still acted like he was nothing but a steward.

"Hanabi-sama is the clan heiress, thus I a lowly branch member must refer to Hanabi-sama with respect at all times. "Your seat will be ready in a moment, my lady." Neji said, ignoring Hanabi's dry stare as he wiped down her seat with a handkerchief. "Please." Neji said, gesturing for the Hyūga heiress to sit.

Hanabi rolled her eyes and unceremoniously plopped down into the chair, a cute pout on her face and her arms crossed. 'You're still treating me like a kid Neji-nii. I'm twenty two for Kami's sake!.' Hanabi thought.

(AN: I ain't never said she was a teen. All description of Hanabi are based on what the others see her as. Kiba thinks of her as the Hyūga heiress, not a Hyūga teen like Aimui because Kiba actually knows she's over twenty.)

"Greetings from the Hyūga clan to honourable Yastura." Neji said with a polite bow towards the large man.

Aimui nodded in acknowledgement. "At least one of you has manners." Aimui said, inadvertently acknowledging Hanabi. Perhaps Neji's open servility towards the Hyūga heiress had affected the man's opinion of the girl.

"Please forgive lady Hanabi, she only recently got introduced to the private 'business' of our Hyūga clan." Neji said.

Hanabi frowned but didn't say anything, so not to contradict her cousin. It was true, Hanabi truly didn't understand the level of status her clan's partners had and all she had was a fair idea of who they were. She had no clue who Yastura Aimui really was, and that he was sponsoring a presidential candidate. All she knew was that Aimui's was impulsive, and she learned this from the short briefing she was given before leaving the Hyūga compound.

"We've all had our young and frivolous days, please forgive lady Hanabi, Yastura-dono." The handler said. Hanabi turned to glare frostily at the droopy eyed man. He shifted uncomfortably. Why was she looking at him like that?.

"If he speaks out of turn again, kill him." Hanabi said emotionlessly.

"Hai, my lady." Neji said, not even sparing the nervous man a glance.

"Can we get this meeting over with already?." Yastura Aimui said impatiently, taking advantage of the nervousness of the handler to pressure him into saying whatever it is those bastards wanted him to say.

Of course he wasn't surprised that even the handler sent by those people would still be sufficiently shaken up by Hyūga Neji, whereas he was fearless when facing him. Yastura Aimui may have been even more dangerous than Hyūga Neji, all things considered but he was still a wise and principled man. He had a temper, but he wouldn't let it affect rule over his better judgement. That was the difference between himself and this feminine looking Hyūga standing before them.

Yastura Aimui cared about the consequences of acting, Hyūga Neji did not. As long as an order was given he would carry out the craziest of actions with extreme prejudice and no sense of humanity. He was an immensely brutal individual, and those who knew of his name feared or revered him greatly.

Hyūga Neji was popularly known as the sword of the Hyūga clan. Their greatest asset and a man with an almost equal reputation to the walking nightmare that was Levi Ackerman. With such a reputation, his danger level could not be ignored, even by the handler.

If Hanabi so much as nodded, Neji would murder him right here and now, caring little for the consequences. Of course he would fear Neji more.

"Right." the man said, getting his cool back. Thankfully Neji sat down –next to Hanabi of course– so he wasn't feeling as nervous anymore. He cleared his throat and soon the emergency meeting begun.

---

When Ino woke up she found herself alone in a room she didn't recognize. She instantly knew she was in a different city just by gazing at the ceiling. Where she lived wouldn't have any residential areas with such a crappy ceiling. Probably she was in a cheap motel.

Ino felt a little trepidation and hurriedly rushed to the bathroom to inspect herself. She halfheartedly told herself that nothing had been done to her and waited silently for the person who brought her here to return.

Her memories of last night were incredibly vivid and she could almost recite everything she heard him say word for word. She was saved by the supposed friend of her husband and then brought to another city by the same man. Now that the buzz from being saved had passed, Ino began asking herself how she really felt about this person.

She knew little to nothing about him, and he was obviously not a trusted friend of her husband, yet, he saved her. Most likely there was an angle to his actions, something that probably had more to do with Sai than her. Ino mentally prepared herself for the potential life of a hostage which would be hers until her husband found her.

She silently prayed that nothing had or would be done to her meanwhile. It didn't matter that this Uzumaki Naruto guy saved her or looked like a good person. She'd seen far too much of the real world to judge people so simply.

Ino perked up at the sound of clothes shuffling and was stunned to find another person lying on the floor, wrapped up in a blanket, beside the bed she was on. She hadn't looked in that direction since she woke, but it was still strange how quiet this sleeping person was until now. The person threw the blanket off, and one look was enough to tell Ino that this person hadn't been sleeping at all. Ino thought it was Naruto at first since she didn't pay much attention to the person's smaller frame, but now it was confirmed that it wasn't Naruto but a female.

Ino had a good memory so she could immediately recall this woman as the one Naruto told to follow him out of town. Her name was Mikasa, if memory served her correctly. The woman had black hair and emotionless looking eyes yet appeared cute with her hair disheveled and a red scarf wrapped around her neck.

"Morning." the young lady said, her voice was as cute as she looked.

Ino was innately wary of unknowns but she couldn't bring herself to be too cautious around such a cute looking person. She wondered if this Mikasa person was even up to twenty-five yet. She looked very young, younger than herself. "Good morning..." Ino said, not referring to Mikasa by her name since it somehow felt rude to her.

"Do you want Naruto?." Mikasa asked.

Be it because of the unexpected hug he gave her last night or the simple fact that he was an attractive person, Ino felt her cheeks burn in embarrassment from the implicating words of the brunette. She was just wondering if Naruto had perhaps done something to her while she was asleep and now this girl was asking if she wanted him.

To Ino's mind it felt like the sentence was incomplete, as though Mikasa omitted the 'again' from the sentence. Ino saw the confused look Mikasa was giving her and quickly turned away. It was as though she didn't want Mikasa to capture her unclean thoughts from her eyes.

"Where are we?." Ino asked.

"Delaware county."

Ino turned back to Mikasa with a raised eyebrow. "Dela-what?. I thought he was going to the next city?!."

"To board his jet." Mikasa answered.

Ino quickly ran towards the window and peered outside and found a large field of maize plants and a large tractor beside a small shed. Ino felt like she had been successfully scammed of all her savings and almost dropped to her knees from the disbelief. "A farm... We're in a farm."

"...in America." Mikasa added.

Ino passed out.

---

"Keep the change." Naruto said to the young nice cashier before he left the building. If workers were always that nice to him then by now he would be broke from tipping all of them excessively.

Naruto breathed in, savouring the scent of freshly baked pastries mixed with other aromas and smiled. It was fun to be finally out of Japan, even though it was only for a little bit. He initially planned on flying to his main base in South Korea instead, but after the revelation that he part American he couldn't keep himself away from the country.

Ino had slept through the whole thing, to his surprise, and he wondered what her reaction would be when he told her they weren't in Japan anymore. That's assuming she hadn't already woken up and surely Mikasa would tell her some things if that was the case.

Naruto stepped into his car and pulled out of the parking spot and descended back into the road. It was strange to be driving a rental considering his status now. However, it couldn't be helped. He made a last minute decision to fly to America instead, and while he did have property here it wasn't residential, and he definitely wouldn't just leave a car lying around a country he hardly went to. So, a rental was a necessity.

Briinngggggg

Naruto's phone rung almost as soon as he got into the road. He guessed it was Mikasa calling to inform him that Ino had woken up, however, he was surprised to see Kiba's name as the caller ID. Why was Kiba calling him all of a sudden?. Did something happen?. Maybe Sai found out he was the one that took Ino or–

'I'm over thinking again. First, let's see what he wants.' Naruto told himself. He picked the call. "Kiba, what's up?."

"Naruto, thank God you answered. I went to your place and your cousin told me you flew out of the country days ago." Kiba sounded relieved, but there was still a hint of urgency and anxiety in his tone.

"Yeah, didn't I tell you about it a week ago?." Naruto replied. As far as Kiba or anyone else not in his confidence knew he left the country for some business days ago and hadn't returned since then. It helped to steer away any suspicions targeted at him regarding Hinata's failed assassination and disappearance. He informed Kiba of his plans to leave the country.

"Yeah, I totally forgot... So much shit has been on my mind lately, it's really stressing me out." Kiba sighed, sounding very exhausted.

"What happened?." Naruto feigned concern.

"Somebody tried to assassinate my wife."

"Huh?, you gotta be kidding me!. Who would do that and why Hinata?!. Is it one of your enemies?." Naruto said. He and Kiba mostly talked about things unrelated to business and the politics of it, but it would be foolish to pretend a person as powerful as Kiba didn't have enemies. Naruto was sure Kiba assumed the same for him.

"It's a long story, but I have my suspicions. The biggest problem now is that Hinata's location is still unknown. I don't know if she's where she is, if she's safe or even fucking alive... It's such a pain. My dumbass got the Hyūga clan involved and now Hinata's cousin, Hyūga Neji is all up in all our businesses. I'm basically under house arrest right now. I lied I was going to take a dump, that's how I'm able to make this call unsupervised. I need you to do me a solid Naruto."

Naruto could already guess what Kiba was going to ask. And it was truly a minor issue if he agreed to do it, however it wasn't so simple. Kiba's request would require him to return to Japan and if he did that then it would have to be with Ino and he truly had no intention of taking her back there, at the very least not immediately.

On the other hand, this request from Kiba while simple, spelt a lot of opportunities for him. Kiba had revealed far more than he had about his secrets in months with a couple of sentences now. Naruto had already won the friendship of Inuzuka Kiba, but that didn't mean Kiba would let him in on the secrets of himself and his partners.

Even if Kiba trusted him, those secrets weren't solely his to share. If Kiba openly gave Naruto an in to get involved with their secret dealings, then that meant he had at least discussed it with someone and had gotten their approval. The question was who?, and why?. Aside from Kiba, Naruto had no confidence in saying any of his former friends trusted him.

They did invite him to Thanksgiving, but that was merely a brief meeting with Yastura Aimui, a courtesy they also extended to their wives. So far, it had been established that most of them hardly told their wives anything. Naruto couldn't bring himself to believe Choji, Sai or Shikamaru suddenly decided to believe in him. Nobody involved in this could take such a risk, unless...

'Unless this person was under even more scrutiny and pressured into doing something impulsive. Impulsive... Ah, so the old boar has begun to lose his sense of reason.' Naruto almost chuckled.

When he decided to relay the information that sparked this whole mess of suspicions between the partners, he had inadvertently implicated Yastura Aimui the most. Normally, Aimui would be the least suspicious but due to some unforeseen developments he became the prime suspect. Still, even if the old boar was under that much pressure he wouldn't still take such a drastic risk in trusting Naruto.

Unless... He couldn't trust anyone else and somebody convinced him that Naruto was a potential ally to his goals. 'Samui-chan what dastardly trick have you played on that poor old man this time?.' Naruto grinned. If it was Yastura Aimui who was in support of Kiba then this changed everything.

"As long as it's possible I'll do my best to help." Naruto responded to Kiba.

"Thanks buddy, you're a life saver. I just need you to find my wife, she ran off with Karui apparently... Keep her safe when you do."

Naruto grinned like a Cheshire cat "You can count on me."

"Thanks again, bye."

"Have a good day bro."

"You too... bro."

Click.

"Oh I will. Believe me, I will."

---

Yastura Mabui lay on her bed facing a laptop. She had a lukewarm expression on her face as she addressed tbe person in the screen. She was currently having a video chat with her husband.

After Samui's words from the previous days, she couldn't help but feel antsy. More so, when her brother-in-law, Aimui seemed to be avoiding her. The little seeds of suspicion Samui planted sprouted way too fast. Mostly due to the pressure that Aimui surely had to put up with.

The Hyūga clan had sent in a team to 'investigate' the matter of Hinata's failed assassination. Mabui only found out about this when she walked in on Aimui on the phone. The man immediately cut off the call upon seeing her. Something he never did in the past.

Aimui used to trust Mabui. Now, that trust seemed a thing of the past just with a few whisper of words from Samui. Wherever the blonde witch was, Mabui was sure she was smiling.

Seeing Aimui didn't want anything to do with her, at least for the time being, Mabui was forced to face someone she herself had been avoiding. Her own husband.

Mabui as well's faith and trust was greatly shaken up by Samui's words. She begun asking herself questions she normally wouldn't consider, and everything Darui had done suddenly seemed suspicious. The timing of his departure specifically troubled Mabui.

It wasn't long after he left that all the madness started. Mabui couldn't help but have doubts. The mint haired woman couldn't claim to truly understand the mindset of her husband. They were newlyweds, and though he seemed laid-back on the surface, Mabui knew he had a mysterious side to him.

He was quite similar to Nara Shikamaru. That realization made the already suspicious woman doubt him even more. Admitting that Darui was similar to a man that Mabui likened to a malignant tumor in the past, was more than a red flag.

People like those were the most dangerous. People who knew how to conceal themselves. Who pretended that they weren't at all interested or invested in anything, only to show their fangs when they were about to strike. When those kind of people betrayed someone, they did so thoroughly and ruthlessly.

Mabui feared that should Samui's accusations be accurate, and her 'beloved husband' was truly trying to usurp Darui then she had been left behind as collateral damage.

Mabui was fearful but her rational side could still make sense of it. If Darui had the intention of taking the ring from Aimui, then he would have to present himself in a manner suited for the role. That would start from him having a more suitable wife.

At the present, it was more of an advantage than a con that Mabui was Darui's wife. She was a brilliant woman with a deep understanding on politics and the inner workings of modern society. She was an invaluable asset in Darui's campaign.

However, if he was aiming for control of the Yastura clan then it was a different matter all together. The Yastura family had its own kind of politics, and valued standing and background far more than competency. No matter how learned and capable Mabui was, she was still a branch member to them.

A branch thug could never be considered a worthy wife of the Yastura family's head. Even if Darui loved her, which she doubted, he would still be bound by tradition and custom. Even the stubborn and unrestrained Aimui was forced to adhere to this ironclad rule. He was unable to marry an outsider despite having a child with her out of wedlock.

It was quite ironic. Mabui often used Samui's mother as a target of ridicule when they got into it. Now, said woman's case could potentially be her own reality. And it could be said to be her daughter who made this Mabui's reality.

Could be. For now, there was still a high possibility that Samui said all that just to sow discord between Aimui and his brother. In reality it could be that there was no plans of Darui making an attempt at the ring. So, until that or the opposite was confirmed, Mabui had to tread on thin ice before deciding which camp was the safest bet.

"Are you sure you're doing fine, dear?." Darui asked his wife from the video chat.

Mabui faked a smile and nodded. "It's been a little rough since you left, but we're doing our best to hold the forth." Mabui said.

For now, she didn't want to give her husband even the slightest indication that things weren't going well with Aimui. Not until she had confirmed his true intentions.

Should he turn out to still be loyal to Aimui, then she would keep up with the pretences until Aimui figured out the truth. Then they could all go back to the way things had been, like nothing had ever happened.

However, should Darui turn out to be secretly plotting against Aimui, then Mabui had two options. Either seduce Aimui if he looked to go against the odds and still maintain control of the family .Or putting up the best damsel in distress act she possibly could in the event Darui was the winner.

Even if the man was obligated to find a more suitable wife, they were still a couple at the present. Though Mabui couldn't call it love, she shared something with her husband.

Even if it was just physical attraction, it would suffice. At least for the time being, she could use that to convince him to whisk her away from this place. Darui, as lazy and conservative he was, was still a man. Him like most men would settle for monogamy, but in truth, if they were offered a chance at polygamy they would jump right on it.

It was just in their biology. The desire to conquer as many women as possible. Though they could still truly be emotional attached and invested in a few in reality, they still registered the number of women they had as a victory.

If Mabui subtly implied that she was willing to share Darui with his possible future wife, while feigning unwillingness and stubbornness of course, he would surely jump at the opportunity.

Even if he ended up falling in love with the other woman, he would still want her around. Sometimes just because of the sex, but most times it was mainly as a reminder that he had the ability to be in a position that most men dreamed of.

That he was an elite amongst men.

It was just speculative thinking for now. Nothing was set in stone, and perhaps Mabui wouldn't even have to go so far?. Who knew?. It was possible that Darui was truly in love with her and wouldn't leave her to a miserable fate.

It was just that Mabui was not an inexperienced little girl to put her faith in such a fantasy.

Darui nodded his head to Mabui's response. "That's good to hear." He said. Visibly at least, it didn't appear as though he had caught trace of Mabui's deceit. The mint haired woman would like to keep it that way. "How's aniki (older brother) doing?. I know he must be going through a lot with the new development and all." Darui asked.

Mabui knew he was referring to the party the Hyūga clan sent. However, she had no intention of letting him know that she did. This was a perfect opportunity to get an idea of what Darui's true stance on the matter was.

Mabui made a false incredulous expression, which added a cute charm to her mature beautiful face. "New development?." Mabui asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You don't know about it?." Darui matched Mabui's surprised expression. Well, he did the best he could to match it with his lazy face.

"Did something else happen?." Mabui pretended to be nervous and even pushed herself up in an antsy manner. Darui's eyes involuntarily lowered to her bust. The new pose offered him a better glimpse of her cleavage.

Mabui hardly dressed modestly for this video call. She wore a loose white robe that was lightly tied around her waist. One side of the robe had already sagged down, leaving her entire left shoulder and part of her breast bare. The new pose Mabui got in gave Darui an even better angle to admire her breasts.

The left sleeve lowered enough there a portion of Mabui's pinkish purple areola was left visible. Mabui caught Darui gulping and smirked victoriously in her heart. 'Gotcha.'

Both their positions and busy schedule made it difficult for the newlyweds to get intimate with each other. They barely had time for themselves, not to speak of each other. Whenever they were together it was often related to business. They hardly even slept in the same place since they begun to date.

Mabui could count on one hand the amount of time she and her husband had consummated their marriage. It didn't have anything to do with Darui's or her libidos, just that they didn't have the time for any of that. They were married, yet they couldn't claim each other to be the person of opposite sex that they spent most of their time with.

Mabui spent more time with her husband's brother than she did with him. Darui as well spent far more time with his own assistant than he did with her.

Mabui often had to suppress a frown at the thought of the brown haired woman. The woman was admittedly reliable and hardworking, still Mabui couldn't bring herself to like her. She always had a hidden suspicion in her heart that the brown haired woman had the hots for her husband. There were times when she was sure that the two were secretly fucking behind her back.

Mabui knew it was mostly jealousy speaking. She didn't love Darui, but he was 'still' her husband. Whether she liked him or not, the thought of him being with another woman still bothered her.

Mabui was sure it was the same for Darui. Though he hid it well, Mabui wouldn't believe for a single second that he wasn't suspicious of his brother and her. She was working for Aimui way before she and Darui begun dating. It could be said that she knew Aimui better than she knew Darui, and since she spent so much time with Aimui it was normal that Darui would be at least a little suspicious of what they did when he wasn't there.

Mabui wouldn't say such suspicions were baseless as well. Truthfully, though she hadn't done anything with Aimui, Mabui couldn't claim that there hadn't been a few 'unprofessional' moments between them. She had caught him staring at her ass and tits numerous times. Sometimes he rubbed her hands when she was handing him a file. There was even the occasional 'shuffle' to get into the elevator at the same time.

Mabui was very observant of these things. She watched Aimui closely and knew that behind all that sterness, he was no different from any other man. There were times Aimui looked ready to pounce her, but the man's better judgement always won over his carnal desires.

On those occasions, he had an expression similar to the one Darui had right now. The only difference was that it was rationality holding Aimui back. For Darui, if it was possible to jump through the screen right now, Mabui was sure he would.

"Did something happen?." Mabui asked again, waking Darui up from his lustful daze.

Darui cleared his throat and returned the line of his sight back to Mabui's eyes. Though it was still a struggle to stop himself from looking downwards as Mabui's loose robe was getting more undone by the second. Her nipple was almost completely visible.

"The Hyūga clan sent some people to investigate things." Darui began to speak. He knew if he didn't distract himself he would fall into that daze again.

Mabui was satisfied knowing that her husband still craved her to such an extent. If things did turn sour then she would still have this lifeline to latch onto. "Have things truly come to that?."

"Of course they haven't." Darui said matter-of-factly. "This is just a dance."

"A dance?.: Mabui repeated in a questioning tone.

"Yes. A dance, a play or an act. Whatever you want to call it, just know that it's a performance. Those guys are trying to put pressure on aniki." Darui explained.

The Hyūga clan coming in to investigate Aimui was highly inappropriate. They were supposed to be equals on the same footing as each other. For one of Aimui's own partners to be checking him like this was a clear indication of their bad intentions.

Mabui of course knew this much. "But to what end?." She asked. "At this stage even replacing the candidates is impossible. So, how could they even think of replacing brother-in-law?." Mabui asked.

She was genuinely curious about this. Their union had been going strong for over ten years now and everybody was benefiting greatly from it. Mabui wondered who wanted to ruin things for everybody and relegated them back to square one.

Ten years of deal brokering and alliance. Could it be washed away so casually?. What did the person stand to gain from inciting chaos?. Mabui had no idea.

"I suspect that they're not simply thinking about replacing him. They're thinking about eliminating him." Darui said solemnly. Mabui's eyes went wide in horror.

"E-Eliminating him..." She whispered out in disbelief.

Darui nodded heavily. "Yes. I fear that aniki's face has already been marked X by our 'lovely' partners. If you think about it, the whole situation is too curious. We're so close to the final stage then this happens?.

"The whole Hyūga girl situation is suspect. Whether or not it's authentic, I am certain someone is trying to use this as an excuse to get rid of aniki. If they were simply thinking about replacing him then they wouldn't put aniki under house arrest like that." Darui explained.

Mabui saw the sense in the white haired man's words. It was true that it was strange how they placed Aimui under house arrest. Placing a sponsor who was supposed to be on equal standing with another one's villa was going beyond disrespectful. They were clearly trying to embarrass Aimui. Sending the Hyūga clan after that made their intentions even clearer.

They were determined to lose all cordiality with Aimui and the Yastura family.

If they simply wanted to give Aimui the boot then completely falling out with him was not at all necessary. Replacing him didn't mean they had to become enemies with him. Both parties could split respectfully, and there wasn't any need to take things so far.

However, they did. This could mean that Darui's suspicions were correct and Aimui wasn't in danger of replacement but elimination. When you planned on eliminating a person then did it matter if you fell out with them?.

Who cared if a dead man was offended?.

"They can't just do this, can they. There are rules. Those three can't just band against us like that, can they..." Mabui asked, barely able to stop the despair from reaching her eyes.

Darui exhaled. "I said we were almost at the final stage. Truth be told, the final stage has already begun." Darui said in a solemn voice.

Mabui shivered. "You mean..."

"Yes. The true electoral campaign." Darui nodded. "And in campaign it's dog eat dog. Since we travelled to Karui's for Thanksgiving, we didn't get the news on time. I only found out about it when I returned to our city. I've been trying to contact aniki ever since.

"Our allies are now officially the competition. Now, one or maybe two or all of them are taking advantage of aniki being out of the loop and are trying to eliminate a fourth of the competition early in the race." Darui finished.

Mabui shook her head in disbelief. Thanksgiving. Just a brief visit for sentimental reasons could possibly cost them everything. It was crazy, yet Mabui was hard-pressed to prove Darui wrong. The levelheaded man always seemed to see things from an angle that most people couldn't even perceive. It was his talent.

If only he was here when this mess started. Perhaps he would have figured things out before they got this desperate. They should have never agreed to the order of house arrest. When they did, they were officially in the tiger's maw.

At present could they even retreat safely?. Aimui was meeting with the Hyūga delegates. Who knew if they would even bother wasting time and just directly declare him guilty?. For all Mabui knew, her brother-in-law may never be coming back.

Mabui was washed with a deep dose of fear that she couldn't extricate herself from. Yastura Aimui was the family's rock. He was her rock. Should anything happen to him then they would be like loose sand. Completely undivided and unable to resist the combined forces of their rivals.

Earlier Mabui was having thoughts about picking which Yastura brother to side with should the worst possible outcome become a reality. Only to realize that her worst possible outcome was a long ways better than the one in reality. She could pick either of the bothers but reality wouldn't change. If their competition succeeded then the Yastura family would have no place. At that time, would it matter who she chose?.

The feeling of hopelessness was not something Mabui was used to. Even on her darkest days she never felt this helpless. To Mabui the Yastura family was akin to a lamb being stalked then surrounded by a pack of wolves.

She saw no way out. Yet, human beings were creatures of faith and perseverance. Even on the darkest hours, man could still look up at the heavens for hope. Waiting for a miracle, no matter how slim the chances or how miserable the situation. Man could not help but hope.

Hope was the bridge that separated humans from madness.

Mabui stood firmly on that bridge now they had been backed into a corner. "What do we do?." She asked Darui in hope.

Darui went silent momentarily before speaking. "Tell Samui everything."

"Huh?." Mabui was taken off-guard by Darui's 'solution'.

Was that even a solution?. They should put all their hopes on one tiny little girl?. A girl who was even more ignorant than the candidates on the true situation?. A traitorous girl. A scheming and conniving girl. A girl with no loyalty whatsoever to the Yastura family?.

That was what they should trust?. Forgive Mabui if she was a little unwilling to resign her fate to Samui's 'gentle' hands.

Mabui narrowed her eyes at the laid-back tan skinned man. "This isn't the time to be making jokes, Darui." Mabui chided.

"I'm not making jokes." Darui insisted. "I'm being very serious. At situations like these we could use Samui's brain. I know that you don't like her, but what she did in Trinidad and Tobago was–"

"Downright terrifying!." Mabui interrupted. "I don't understand you and brother-in-law. How can you not see that that girl can 'never' be trusted. She's a snake." Mabui spat out in a mixture of annoyance and frustration.

The precarious position she just realized they were in put an untold level of pressure on her. Mabui had to find a release somehow. Fortunately, one presented itself.

"It's not like we don't understand that Samui isn't loyal. It's just that her prowess can't be overlooked. What she did in Trinidad and Tobago was admittedly a little scary." Darui conceded. He went further to add; "It was still a hell of an achievement, and it proved just how resourceful Samui is. We need that kind of resourcefulness if we are to survive what is to come."

Mabui barely resisted the urge to groan. This was very similar to what Aimui had said before inviting Samui for her input last time. At the time, Mabui warned Aimui against it but the man was adamant. In the end, it was as Mabui had feared. Samui was out for her own gain, and jumped at the first opportunity to create chaos. She almost succeeded in turning Aimui and Darui against each other.

Mabui cussed herself for her ploy earlier. If it wouldn't incriminate her now, Mabui would have used Samui's stunt as an argument to dissuade Darui from reaching out to the girl. If she exposed the truth now, she would have to own up to the fact that she kept this from Darui. Even if Darui was stupid, he would be able to guess why she did.

If that happened, then Mabui truly wouldn't have a place in the Yastura family anymore. Not loving him was one thing, but hiding such information could only mean she was undecided on who to choose between Darui and his brother. Though Darui was aware that Mabui didn't love him, finding out that he meant so little to her wouldn't feel great at all.

Mabui didn't doubt for a single second that Darui would likely leave her because of that hesitation. No matter what, he was her husband. She should have trusted him to protect her, and not even considered leaving him for his own brother.

Even if the Yastura family survived the impending doomsday, Mabui wouldn't have a bright future if she was cast out. If Darui sent her away, not even Aimui could be able to save her. The implications would be too much for the man to risk, and that was assuming he would even want to save her.

With that in mind, Mabui knew she could never tell Darui the true story. She could only put up weak excuses why Samui shouldn't be trusted. Her trump card was equally disastrous to her.

"I get that you don't like the woman, but don't let that cloud your judgement." Darui advised.

Mabui wanted to say that it was their foolish bias for blood relatives that made them so blind when it came to Samui, but decided to stay quiet.

"The situation is terrible, and it'll only get worse as the days roll by. If I didn't have pressing issues to deal with at home, then the family would have been completely exposed. We're already fortunate that it went down like that." Darui said.

He received a call relating to his campaign a few days ago and had to rush back home. If he hadn't, then who knows, he would have been trapped in the Blue Rose like his wife and brother-in-law. The Yastura family would be completely exposed and it would only take a matter of days before they were completely uprooted.

With Darui at the base, at least for the time being, the Yastura clan was safe. There focus at the moment was saving Aimui. If their leader was brought down then even the presence of Darui wouldn't be able to stabilize the family. Their rivals would see this as an opportunity to swoop in for the kill, and Darui was sure that was exactly what their competitors wanted.

(AN: The competition or competitors are different from rivals. When I use competition or competitors I mean Aimui's former allies, that's the Hyūga clan and Rasa. For rivals it's other organized crime organisations within or around the Yastura family's territory.)

"We need to get you and aniki back home as soon as possible. Once aniki returns then we can begin devising a counterattack." Darui said.

Mabui was surprised by the bold statement. "A counterattack." She repeated. Was Darui implying that they would have to go against the entire alliance?. By their lonesome?. Could they even do that?.

Darui saw the skepticism in Mabui's eyes and smiled wryly. He couldn't blame her. He too didn't have much confidence in their survival, should Aimui return and the competition still unified to eliminate them. At this point he wanted his brother back because they were in a position where they couldn't even resist, should it come to that.

"That's why we need Samui. We have to trust that she will see a way out for the Yastura family." Darui said solemnly. "If not, we'll just be delaying the inevitable."

Mabui sighed. Her tongue had dried up with excuses to make as to why they shouldn't involve Samui. They were already at an all or nothing phase. What did they have to lose?. Even if looping in Samui meant that she would eventually swallow them up, what did it matter?. If they didn't take that chance then they would not just be swallowed up, but ripped apart first by their enemies.

The question every Yastura family member that doubted Samui's loyalty should be asking themselves now was which they preferred?. To be swallowed up by one of their own or to be dismembered by their enemies?. It was obvious which option any sensible Yastura would pick.

"I still can't believe they'll do it at this stage..." Mabui shook her head. She turned to conversation back to the suddenness of their competitors strike. She truly hadn't seen it coming.

Coming to terms with the fact that Samui was their only hope, albeit a thin one, left her feeling somewhat sick. She hated the blonde haired woman that much. She rather speak about something else.

"Election day is around the corner, and they do this?. Aren't they worried about what they'll lose if you don't win that seat for them?." Mabui asked.

She still couldn't wrap her head around why someone would be willing to throw all their work for the last ten years away. Was it hatred?. How deeply could you really hate someone... Was it to the extent of self-harm?. Because the decision to eliminate the Yastura family will no doubt harm the others. They would be losing grasp of the number political position in the country.

All for what... Hatred?. It couldn't possibly be.

"I doubt they're worried whether I win or not." Darui snorted and smiled ruefully. The schemes of their competition went very deep. Darui suspected that they had been planning this for some time. Thanksgiving was the much needed opportunity to bring their plans into fruition.

Mabui saw the smile on Darui's face and was immediately filled with dread. That wasn't a comforting look to say the least. There was more to the situation that Darui hadn't disclosed.

"What do you mean?." Mabui asked. She was curious but at the same time almost didn't want to know what other surprise the competition had for them.

"Shortly after the attempted assassination and aniki was placed under house arrest, Senju Tsunade landed." Darui said.

Mabui's face instantly turned as white as a sheet of paper. Her devious mind was able to connect the dots as soon as the last key event was revealed. She felt a cold sensation run down her spine.

Jesus Christ...

The Yastura family were in more trouble than she thought.

"Could it possibly be..." Mabui started but trailed off. She didn't dare finish the words for fear that they would become reality.

Darui nodded. "Yes. I am suspicious. I believe that those guys have agreed to support Tsunade's party for the upcoming elections." Darui said.

Mabui felt like the last nail had been slammed into the Yastura family's coffin. Was there a way out?. Even if she and Aimui survived the present danger and returned, was there truly a future for the Yastura family?.

The other three supporting Tsunade didn't simply mean that they would lose the presidential election. Senju Global's party made a carrier out of antagonising and pestering the Yastura family's political party. They continued with this policy til present. Every single political position the Yastura family was gunning for, Tsunade made sure to rival them for it.

If their former allies sided with Senju Global, then that would cause a shift of balance. The positions that the Yastura family had declared 'won' in their hands might just ended up slipping out of their hands and into the palms of rival parties. Worse, Tsunade's party.

If it went that way then the Yastura family would really be ruined. Those elections were akin to the lifeblood of the Yastura family. They were participating in eight different campaigns for eight positions. Aimui had made a comment that just winning three out of the eight would be enough to ensure their survival.

Thus, in reality losing the presidential election wasn't a devastating blow to them. Even if Darui was poised to lose, they could pull their efforts and resources together and rally for another of the five unsecured seats. It was still manageable. Though their future wouldn't be as prosperous as anticipated, it was still manageable.

However, things were different when Tsunade Senju was involved. The woman was like a stubborn hyena patriarch to the Yastura, a pride of lions. She was already a thorn in their side, and had more or less secured two out the five unsecured seats that the she and Yastura clan were gunning for. That left three seats, including the president's, and Tsunade was already giving them the fight of their lives for them.

That was Tsunade's party alone. Adding the support of those three bastards was tantamount to giving wings to a tiger. If Darui's suspicion was correct, then the presidential seat along with the other two Tsunade secured for herself were already assured her's come election day.

The Yastura family would lose grasp of the two they had secured, making it five unsecured seats between them and Senju Global up in the air.

Mabui and Darui knew Tsunade Senju well. They had been fighting her and her hateful party for over twenty years now, and if they had learnt one thing it was that the woman was a terrible sport. She didn't understand anything about common interest in warfare and fought either to win or destroy.

Every single victory over her became more miserable as the years went by. Tsunade made sure they shed a good amount of blood before they claimed a victory over her. The Senju woman had a nasty habit of rocking the boat when she sensed she couldn't pull another underdog victory.

Basically Tsunade made sure that even if the Yastura family would win, they would end up winning very painfully. She shamelessly gave up on her own campaign and supported the closest rivals of the Yastura family with everything she had.

The Yastura had lost numerous 'secured' seats to other parties because of this disgusting tactic. Those they still won, they won by limping over the line rather than finishing as strongly as they started.

If the former allies turned to support Tsunade, the hateful woman would make sure not even the measly house of reps position would reach their hands. She would rock the boat so hard that even positions in LG (Local Government) would become a struggle for the Yastura family to secure.

Mabui was sure of it. She couldn't deny it anymore. Darui was right. Her instincts be damned. When potentially up against a witch like Senju Tsunade they needed a witch of their own.

Samui was a necessary evil.

"I'll contact Samui personally." Mabui said, finally realizing how miserable their predicament truly was. If they didn't make a miracle now, then they would really be finished.

Darui nodded with a light smile. He was thankful that Mabui finally looked past her distaste for Samui and saw the bigger picture. "I'll start making plans to extract you and aniki."

"Roger. Leave Samui to me."

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Hinata and Karui sat side by side inside the subway train with varying expressions on their faces. Hinata had a sweet happy smile on her lips. She stared down greedily at the big KFC chicken bucket on her lap. Saliva comically dribbled from her mouth as she admired the majestic beauty that was the frosting of her snacks.

It sounded strange that frostings could be found in a chicken bucket. This was a chicken bucket after all, but what it contained wasn't anything similar to the bird. In fact, it didn't have an relation to KFC.

Karui and Hinata had stopped by a KFC joint and ordered two buckets of wings on the tanned woman's request. Karui was a real sucker for anything fried, especially with barbeque sauce. It reminded her of home. Hinata on the other hand no interest in the excess calories. She already had enough 'extra weight' so to speak.

Karui single-handedly 'evacuated' the two buckets of wings and when she about to toss them in a recycling bin, Hinata stopped her. The Hyūga woman claimed she knew a 'store of divinity' a few blocks ahead and claimed she would need the buckets for her 'raid'.

Karui didn't understand at first, but was soon educated on how crazy Hyūga Hinata's second obsession could be. Her first obsession was naturally a certain blonde man, and Karui understood this obsession all too well. She was something of a Naruto connoisseur herself, so she could understand the girl's obsession.

As for the Hyūga's other obsession, Karui couldn't make heads of it. How a person could say a flat no to something as glorious as deep-fried chicken wings and then go gaga crazy over cinnamon buns. Hinata went crazy over the pastries. Literally.

Karui had to look away in shame as the Hyūga girl washed the KFC buckets clean at a fountain, wiped them down with a few paper towels she got from the KFC joint then shamelessly carried the buckets into the pastry shop and asked that they be filled up.

No small amount of onlookers feasted their eyes on the busty Hyūga who was brazen enough to wash KFC buckets in a fountain. If not for the fact that they were 'undercover', Karui wouldn't have the face to come out into the world again.

Well, saying they were undercover was perhaps pushing it a bit. The truth was that after following Naruto's plan and informing Kiba and Chōji about their experience in the ship docks, Hinata and Karui were advised by their husbands to stay under the radar respectively.

This meant no public appearances, and if they had to be out then they were to avoid being seen by all means possible. Karui wasn't too big on sneaking around, thus enlisted the aid of Karin. A woman who spared no moment to brag about how good she was at her other job, before Naruto dragged her to be his secretary.

According to Karin, she was formerly a spy who traded information to the highest bidder before meeting the Senju family. Karin only left the spy business when she unknowingly stumbled upon information that could have been destructive to Tsunade's entire career.

Karin claimed that before she could even think about taking advantage of her good luck a terrible spell of bad luck came down upon her. With it the threatening barrel of a red eyed woman. She was the left hand of Tsunade. The one in charge of carrying out all the dirty work and personal hits for the Senju woman.

Who else but Yūhi Kurenai?.

Then and there Karin was faced with a life or death decision. She either willing handed over the flash drive she had stolen then return with Kurenai to Senju Global or struggle and die. Naturally Karin picked option A.

When she arrived at Tsunade's office, she immediately understood that it was her identity as an Uzumaki that kept her alive after stealing from the Senju woman. Nothing else. Tsunade was as well intrigued by her skills and offered her work and asylum in the Senju family.

Karin already knew that even if she wanted to say no, she wouldn't be able to leave the place in one piece, so could only agree to the woman's offer. From that day, the spy code named Karin officially became a part of Senju clan's private task force. Dubbing the name, Uzumaki Karin.

Being a spy meant Karin was multi-talented. She was skilled in combat, shooting, infiltration, information gathering, acting, forgery, hacking and disguise.

Hinata and Karui took advantage of Karin's last talent, and on their request the woman gave them a complete makeover. Super secret spy style. All she needed were a few things and some makeup and she went about restructuring the appearance of the women.

Hinata was transformed into a plane faced black haired woman with freckles and buck teeth. She wore braces and her hair in twin pigtails, giving her a southern American vibe. Which should explain why she was dressed in an overall jumpsuit a cow themed shirt and boots.

Thanks to a pair of contact lenses, Hinata's oddly colored eyes were now a more normal dark green. Her facial features were completely different as well. Her nose was more pointy and bigger, her eyebrows far more bushy and her lips more pale and thin. She wore transparent glasses giving her a geeky charm.

Despite the makeover, the Hyūga woman still looked extremely attractive. Karin took a picture of the transformed Hinata, saving it for when her boss returned. He was sure he would demand that she transformed the Hyūga woman again, so he would have the pleasure of fucking her southern American version.

Karui's transformation was easily the biggest of the two. While Hinata admittedly looked very different from herself, the contrast between Karui and her transformation was too huge.

The most notable point being the complete inversion of skin color. Karui didn't know how Karin did it, but the red haired woman had completely turned her from an exotic African-Japanese woman to a regular Japanese woman. She was a completely different race altogether.

Her red hair was dyed black like Hinata's, and was held in a ponytail, completely exposing the redefined structure of her face. For starters, Karin made her cheekbones more defined and gave her a cleft chin. Her dark pink lips were turned light pink, similar to Hinata's before the transformation. Finally, her eyes were now a boring black color and even her eyebrows took a different angle.

Karui was instructed... forced to dress in a more girly fashion than she would normally like to. The Yastura had so much difficulty picking out what stupid dress to wear, and in the end had to depend on Hinata's selection.

She was dressed in a blue flay dress with oceanic embroidery and frills. Karui would admit the dress looked good... for a kid her daughter's age. Karui wondered what was wrong with the women who went about the streets dressed like this on a daily basis.

Karui hated this dress and her new look. Which was why she her expression was a stark contrast of Hinata's. Everytime she saw herself in the mirror Karui felt like cleaning off all this junk on her face. Unfortunately, she had made a promise to Naruto that she would not reveal her true face until things cooled down, no matter what.

He even threatened to cut her snu-snu time when he returned. Karui had no choice but to obey. She sighed for the umpteenth time.

"Hang in there Rina-chan. Just a few more minutes and we'll be there." Hinata patted her friend's shoulder comfortingly, unkowningly smudging a bit of frosting on her dress. Not that Karui would care for the dress either way.

Karui resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the codename Hinata made up for her. Karui had a very rare name, and since it was likely that the city was in high alert; looking for them, Karin advised that they didn't use each other's names in public.

Karui could only sit back helplessly as she was renamed Rina. A mainstream name in Japan that Karui had grown tired of hearing in every soap opera she saw. In hindsight the name was truly a match made in heaven for this transformation. Rina... It was perfect.

Hinata didn't have to use a code name. The short form of her name that Karui called her by was easily one of the most popular names for girls in Japan. Even her full name wasn't unique at all. You could find multiple Hinatas by just walking into a school or even a busy mall.

Still, Karui went with Hina. It was the safer bet.

Karui opened her mouth to reply then the humming sound of the train coming to a stop came. Karui sighed in relief. "Thank Kami, this is our last stop before arriving." Karui said.

The Yastura woman watched the people who were getting off at this stop rise from their seats and make their way towards the exits. Their movements were almost orderly and casual without any signs of hurriedness.

Karui shook her head. They looked almost mechanical to her. This was the way with people in rich neighborhoods. The way they moved was completely different from regular people in busy cities and neighborhoods. The latter moved with much more purpose and always seemed to be in a rush, while the former were unhurried and appeared more relaxed in their movement.

The orderliness even spread to the people waiting to board, outside the train. They all calmly waited for every single passenger that was getting off to exit the train before making there way into the train.

Karui had to admit, this was far more effective than the rush exit and boarding that was done in her city. Still, Karui was biased towards what she felt was the more human action. She was about to turn away from the door when a tall handsome gentleman entered the train. He wasn't amongst the people in the forefront of the queue, yet everybody around him made way for him to get in first.

Paht

The man's shoe made a light sound as he stepped into the train. He peered around with a hawk-like gaze, immediately captivating the hearts of the many young ladies and even some elderly women in the train. The women quickly begun chattering amongst tthemselves; the topic was none other than the long haired man who had stepped into the train.

"Sugoi..."

"So handsome!."

"Wow... That's just too handsome. Really too handsome."

"Is he a celebrity?."

"I think he is."

"Look at his eyes!."

"...Ara ara, cute guy can I give you my number?."

"That auntie on the sweater is shameless."

"You're just jealous you don't have the confidence to give that guy your number."

"It's true..."

"Are Japanese men normally so tall?. Is he mixed with Dutch or something?."

"I hear Dutch people have big *s."

"You and *s. It's all you think about Yuna-san."

"I'll go ask him if he has a big *."

"Please don't embarrass us Yuna-san..."

"I don't mind even if he doesn't have a * when he's 'that' handsome."

"Teehee. Auntie is a freak."

The man's eyebrows twitched slightly at the discussion of the three women. He just stepped into the train and somebody was saying he was *less. What a scandal.

Karui caught sight of the man's eyebrow twitching, and it wasn't because she was captivated by the man's appearance like the rest of these shallow women. She was staring, but for a different reason all together. While the rest of the women focused on the other features of the man, Karui was more fixated on his eyes. Those hawk-like eyes were completely white, making him look like he was blind.

Karui would have to donate her brain to charity if she couldn't guess what that meant. 'Hyūga.' Karui said with a solemn expression.

What were the odds?. She and Hinata only stepped out today, yet they ran into a Hyūga just a couple more miles short of their destination?. Was their luck really that bad?. Karui hoped in her heart that the Hyūga wasn't particularly familiar with Hinata and that the disguises Karin gave them would be enough.

Karui wondered whether it was wise to inform Hinata of the appearance of the Hyūga. The girl was currently so engrossed in cinnamon bun world and had no idea on what was happening in reality. Karui trusted the ex Hyūga woman, but was secretly worried she would give them away with her first time reaction.

While Karui was still debating on what to do, the situation instantly turned from bad to worse and another Hyūga spawn from beside the first one. It was a petite girl that looked like teenager, but Karui could tell that she was probably older than she looked. Her bearing was anything but childish.

The girls small frame was completely hidden by the tall Hyūga. It was only when they turned to face the seats that Karui realized there was a second Hyūga in the train. Karui felt like Kami had decided to play a big joke on her today. They shouldn't have agreed to that woman's invite and come out today.

The young Hyūga girl was surprisingly the one taking the lead ahead of the tall Hyūga man, who looked content you follow behind her in silence. He had his hands held behind his back like an experienced martial arts master. And from the way he was dressed, it was likely he was just that.

Unlike the man who calmly surveyed the area with his eyes, seeming more focused on movement, the young Hyūga lady eyes focused on the faces of all the passengers. The way her white eyes bored into the forms of the first few passengers unnerved everyone in the car. The car descended into silence.

The Hyūga man seemed more interested in actions rather than identity. From this action, it was easy to guess that his priority was safeguarding the Hyūga young lady beside him.

The young lady in question seemed more interested in scrutinising every single person in the coach. Her eyes inspected their faces as though she was trying to read their futures from it.

Karui swiftly snatched one of the chicken buckets from Hinata's hand and looked down inside it. The ex Hyūga woman beside Karui was finally woken up from la-la land and opened her mouth to say something to Karui but was rewarded with a sharp pinch on her thigh before she could say a word.

Karui used her eyes to gesture at the two standing people in the train. Even til now, the queue at the door hadn't moved. It was clear they were waiting for the Hyūga duo to settle down before entering.

Hinata in her defense didn't know how serious the situation was, so while she took heed of Karui's nervousness she still raised her head to look up a little too carelessly.

And just like that, she was making eye contact with the Hyūga young lady with a stern expression. Hinata's mouth opened and almost parted into a smile, luckily she was able to come to her senses just in time and quickly shut her mouth close. Lest she say or do something that could expose them.

Hinata blushed when she saw the strange gaze the young lady was now giving her and quickly looked back into her bucket of cinnamon buns.

Yeah... That wasn't suspicious at all.

Karui covered her mouth with a napkin and pretended to be cleaning it, while she was actually asking Hinata a question. "Do you recognize them?." Karui whispered.

Karui hoped Hinata would say no. It would be so much better if they were a bunch of randoms from the Hyūga clan. However, that martial artist looked anything but a random character. The young girl beside him carried herself with a grace quite similar to the one Hinata did when she rebuked Temari on Thanksgiving Day. There was no way she could be random, especially when the tall Hyūga seemed to be following her lead.

A girl could still hope, couldn't she?.

"Yes. The young woman is my little sister Hanabi, and the tall guy's my cousin Neji." Hinata said, adopting Karui's napkin tactic to answer her question, succeeding in making them look even more suspicious.

Karui wanted to facepalm so badly right now. First because of Hinata's actions, secondly and most importantly because the Hyūga they had run into were the farthest thing from random. One was Hinata's immediate family member and the other was part of the extended family. That wasn't all. He was Hyūga Neji.

Hyūga Neji as number one most eligible bachelor in Japan. One of the most popular idols (not his career) in Japan and easily one of the most well-known men in the country. Even Karui who didn't follow the entertainment news all that much knew about him. She didn't know what he looked like but she knew that name.

Who didn't know that name...

Karui knew their luck today was completely trash, so she didn't bother hoping that Hanabi and Neji wouldn't notice them. In fact, Karui was prepared for either one of the Hyūga to call them out.

'Just get it over with.' Karui thought to herself.

"You over there." Hanabi's voice resounded. Her words were obviously aimed at Hinata and Karui.

The Yastura woman thought she was prepared for another disappointment, but hearing Hanabi call them out left her very annoyed. Annoyed at their crappy luck. Annoyed at that woman from bringing them out of hiding. Annoyed at herself for agreeing to the careless proposal.

Karui saw that Hinata was now looking at her with questioning eyes. Her green eyes were also filled with a strange light that could either be anxiousness or nervousness. Karui didn't know if Hinata was nervous to face her sister and cousin or anxious to converse with the two after a long time apart.

Either way, the lavender haired woman wouldn't make a move without Karui's go-ahead. Karui couldn't help but smile at Hinata, and mostly herself. She had come a long way from the isolated housewife she was only a few months ago.

It was all thanks to her daddy mostly, but Karui couldn't overlook the impact this sweet Hyūga woman had in her new life. They had gotten so close in so little time and Karui saw her as her best friend, close to a sister. More of a sister to her than the awkward Samui.

Karui managed to calm her troubled heart and focused her mind to think more clearly. The situation was bad, but it hadn't completely gotten out of hand. They were admittedly in danger of being exposed, but the reality was that they were not exposed.

At least on first glance Hanabi and Neji didn't recognize Hinata. Karin's disguise was solid, and most importantly, they could still salvage the situation and possibly move on unscathed. It was another fifteen minutes to their stop. They had to endure until then.

Karui nodded at Hinata, giving her approval. Hinata responded with a curt nod that she probably meant to be serious but it ended looking cute in Karui's eyes.

Hinata took a breath before rising to her feet to face her sister. No matter how badly she wanted to hug and catch up with her, she couldn't at this moment. Her actions no longer affected her alone. Karui was in as much danger as she was being out here. For her sake Hinata had to restrain her urge and pretend like she didn't know her own sister and cousin.

She almost got Tayuya killed the last time due to her carelessness. She wouldn't let anything like that happen again.

Hinata's green eyes stared at Hanabi's calmly, though on the surface she made sure to show an expression of nervousness. Like a person who had been put in the spot would react.

"Can I help you, Hyūga-san?." Hinata asked in a nervy tone.

Karin had done something to hers and Karui's necks that made their voices sound very different from the original. Hinata wasn't worried about her voice exposing her identity.

Addressing Hanabi by their surname was a way of explaining why she reacted the way she did to Hanabi and Neji's appearance. Implying that she recognized them as Hyūga was a good cover-up for her blunder.

Naturally, it wasn't out of the ordinary for a person to respond in fear when being stared down by a Hyūga. In fact, it was a very normal reaction.

Hanabi stared at the Hinata's face in silence for a lengthy interval. Hinata knew the girl felt a strong sense of familiarity when looking at her. She was inspecting her face, clearly looking for any clues that would lead her to the answer to where she had seen this face before.

After that Hanabi frowned. Clearly, she was unable to figure out the freckled Hinata's identity. Then, her expression turned to one of serenity. Acceptance. Since she could recall the face, Hanabi likely filed it away as useless information.

In her mind Hinata was a person with one of those faces, nothing more. Not worth her attention. However, when Hanabi was about to look away from Hinata in disinterest, something caught her eye. The KFC buckets, rather what was inside them.

Hanabi's eyes twinkled in interest and begun roaming across the black haired freckled woman's form again, as if searching for clues. "That's a lot of cinnamon buns." Hanabi commented, pointing at the almost emptied large bucket. However, the ring of frosting running across the top made it obvious that the bucket was once filled to the brim.

"It wasn't just for me..." Hinata said, her character sounding unsure as to why the Hyūga woman was now bringing up her snacks.

Hanabi smiled friendly at Hinata. It was a smile that was difficult for Hinata not to mirror. Instead of smiling back genuinely, Hinata made an unsure expression, as though she wasn't sure how to respond to the smile. She fidgeted.

"Perhaps, we got off on the wrong foot. My name's Hanabi, what's yours."

"...Tessa." Hinata said, smartly changing her undercover name for a different one. While Hina was a very common name, saying that was her name would only help Hanabi to connect the all the dots in her mind. She might as well take off the disguise right now.

"Oh Tessa, are you part American?. You look like you are, no offense." Hanabi said in girlish curiosity, taking a step towards the black haired woman.

"I am, but I've never been there. My mom and dad hardly talk about their time there..." Hinata mumbled out, staring off at nothing in particular, as though she was reminiscing about something.

"You must really want to go there, with how you dress and all." Hanabi said.

"Uh... Y-Yes..." Hinata replied. She then looked down into the chicken bucket in thought before raising her head to stare at Hanabi somewhat resolutely. "Do you want our seats?." Hinata asked directly.

Hanabi blinked, not expecting that question at all. "What?."

"Our seats..." Hinata gestured to the seat she and Karui were using. "Do you want them?." She asked again. Hinata looked a bit scared, but she still went on resolutely speaking. "I can't see another reason why Hyūga-san would want to speak with outside this. So, if that's what you want, we'll leave." Hinata said, grabbing her purse and beckoning Karui to follow.

Karui wasn't sure what Hinata was doing, but if it got them out of the scope of these two Hyūga then all the better. Karui carried the second chicken bucket that was still stack full with cinnamon buns and followed behind Hinata.

Hanabi watched the two make their way in silence. She wanted to stop them, but the way Hinata had made things seem, if she did it would really look like she was bullying them. Though that wouldn't come with any immediate consequences, Hanabi didn't want to be responsible for ruining the Hyūga name in the long run.

There was also the warning that her father gave her before giving his permission. She was not to stir any trouble amid her investigations, and if she did he would pull her out of the mission immediately.

Hanabi was helpless and could only watch the suspicious freckled busty woman change seats with her friend. Naturally, they picked a seat out of Hanabi's and Neji's sights.

Hanabi pouted in annoyance and threw herself into the seat. Neji stared in the direction the two suspicious women disappeared into momentarily before sitting down beside Hanabi.

Once the two Hyūga had taken their seats, the train returned to normalcy. The queue of people outside finally boarded and after a small delay, the train continued its journey.

Hanabi frowned in irritation at all the badly hidden stares she was getting from the other passengers. This was why she hated public transportation. There was no lack of tactless morons who would openly stare at her, and even the occasion unfettered pervert who openly ogled her.

Perhaps, Hanabi's tendency to draw attention had something to do with this, but she mostly blamed the color of her eyes. Just one look at her, and even if people didn't recognize her, they would know where she came from. It was more annoying for Hanabi that she was hardly ever recognized but still treated differently because of her clan's identity.

Hanabi turned to Neji. The young man was calmly reading a magazine she didn't know where he pulled out from. He didn't mind the stares of the passengers at all. Though it was far more intense, intrusive and even inappropriate than the ones Hanabi was received. There was also the indistinct chatter Hanabi was sure was about her cousin.

Despite all the attention, Neji looked calm. The people in the train actually recognized him and weren't focusing on him because of his background, rather his own reputation. Their interest was far more genuine. Yet, Neji seemed as calm as still water, not minding the stares and whispers in the slightest. It was like he was alone in his courtyard, reading a book in peace.

Hanabi snorted. If he could drown out the noise and ignore the stares, then so could she. She wouldn't lose, Hanabi declared in determination.

Ten minutes later...

Hanabi stared out the window, her face supported by her hand pressed against her cheek. She was bored. She had spent the last few minutes looking for something to while away the time before they got to their stop.

She tried going on on her phone, but there wasn't any of interest going on online. She tried playing a game, but soon lost interest in it. She didn't feel like watching a movie or a live either. In the end, Hanabi had to settle for some music. She put on her headset and tried to let the slow soul music drift her away...

It didn't. Hanabi was still bored. She stared at Neji who looked as serene as usual, but the small light in his eyes told her that he was having a good time. He had gone half way into the magazine in his hands... He was actually reading it. Hanabi felt jealous for some reason.

"Neji-nii-san." Hanabi said in a whisper. She didn't have to raise her voice to get the black haired man's attention.

Neji's eyes turned to the Hyūga heiress. "Yes?." He made sure to cover his mouth with the magazine, so not to draw attention.

"What are you reading?." Hanabi asked.

"Akane's Secret." Neji said, tapping the name of the magazine with one of his fingers. He saw Hanabi's questioning gaze and continued in explanation. "It's a magazine about the author, Akane's, insight on how to keep a man." Neji revealed.

Hanabi gave him an 'are-you-serious' and the Hyūga man was left feeling a little embarrassed. "It's quite interesting." He defended.

Hanabi didn't even want to ask why Neji found such a thing interesting. Was he trying to keep a man happy?, or was he reading this so he would know what his girlfriend was doing wrong?. Hanabi wasn't sure and didn't bother asking. What interested her was the origin of the magazine.

"Where did you even get it from?." Hanabi asked.

Neji felt a little better knowing Hanabi wasn't going to grill him on his taste in entertainment. She was young so she wouldn't understand. This was ammunition. All men needed to know what women thought they wanted, that way they could avoid said women because they didn't understand women at all.

"Hinata-sama left it behind when she was changing seats." Neji replied.

Hanabi blinked at the the Hyūga man before smiling in pride. She knew she wasn't crazy with her assumption that that was her sister. The cinnamon buns were a dead giveaway. The only person Hanabi knew who could eat so many of those things was her sister.

There was also the bust size. Those ginormous tits that Hanabi thought she had outgrown her envy for. Seeing them again sparked the hidden jealousy in the young woman. Hinata's jugs always made her feel inadequate.

However, the most notable giveaway was her mannerism. Though she didn't act as shy and soft-spoken as the sister Hanabi remembered, her expressions and movements were exactly the same as the sister Hanabi knew. The only reason Hanabi didn't call her out on it was, firstly because she was still unsure of her speculations. Secondly, since she didn't want to expose the young woman.

Hanabi still hadn't made sense of the situation. However, she knew for a fact that her sister's life was attempted. So, until she had all the facts she couldn't go carelessly exposing the girl. Who knew if she was still in danger now?.

"So you knew it was her all along." Hanabi said, half-glaring at Neji.

"Her appearance has been changed, but she still acts like Hinata-sama. It's hard to miss it. Also, she's wearing her favorite perfume." Neji added. The gaze Hanabi gave him after that made his cheeks turn slightly pink. Okay, maybe that came out wrong.

Hanabi decided to ignore Neji's weirdness for the second time and stirred the conversation to a different direction. "So, what do we do?. Do we follow her?."

Again, Neji was thankful of Hanabi's decision. "I don't think Hinata-sama will appreciate that." Neji said. The woman was clearly avoiding them. It was obvious that she didn't want to be followed. Them following Hinata would also draw attention to her, which was definitely not a good thing.

"We can't just let her out of our sights now we've found her." Hanabi argued. "We have to find out exactly what happened, and who tried to kill her. We can't just leave her to face those bastards alone." Hanabi insisted.

Neji shook his head in disagreement. "Following Hinata-sama will surely put her in danger. Even if Hinata-sama knows the identity of the one who tried to eliminate her, there's no guarantee we can do anything about it, Hanabi-sama." Neji said. "Things aren't so simple."

"What do you mean..." Hanabi asked.

"Don't you find it curious how Hiashi-sama sent us to investigate Hinata-sama's case, yet encouraged us to investigate but one suspect alone?." Neji pointed out.

Hanabi thought about what Neji said and couldn't deny it. He was right. When the clan briefed them on the situation, aside from Hinata the person they seemed the most focused on was Yastura Aimui. They even gave her a rundown of the man's personality and insisted that they looked into him.

It was supposed to be a general investigation, yet they subtly manipulated them to focus on just one of the suspects. It was strange.

"Yeah... What's up with that?." Hanabi asked.

"I think this investigation is just a ruse. The true nature of our mission here is a witch hunt." Neji said.

"Witch hunt?."

Neji nodded. "Yes. We're still not clear on the Hyūga clan's connection to the Yastura family and their other allies, so I can't say much. However, I am fairly certain that the Yastura have lost favor and are now in danger of being eliminated."

Hanabi's eyes widened in shock. She thought they were just here to investigate. Never did she expect that it could lead to the destruction of the Yastura family. Hanabi didn't know exactly what to feel, knowing so many people's lives were in her hands.

"Don't misunderstand." Neji said before Hanabi could begin to wallow in guilt. "The destruction of the Yastura is a far gone conclusion. The decision has already been made. I think we were just sent her as a formality, I doubt anything we do now can change Yastura Aimui's fate."

Hanabi paused in thought. She recalled the way Yastura Aimui had acted. Even then, it was obvious that he had given up hope on the so-called alliance. He glared across the room in malice and hatred. He looked like a cornered animal. Hanabi couldn't help but pity the man. He was most likely innocence and was just being scapegoated.

"Hinata-sama is the trigger the Hyūga clan and the other two of its allies needed to execute Yastura Aimui. So, for the time being, it's not safe if Hinata-sama is exposed." Neji said. "The Hyūga clan might not want to do anything to her, but Yastura Aimui might want to use her to lash out and the other two might plan to use her to seal his fate."

Hanabi nodded in understanding. Things were really unclear. They couldn't just get involved without first knowing what their actions could trigger. For the time being they needed information. Without it, approaching Hinata would only be putting the woman in danger.

"Okay." Hanabi nodded in agreement.

The train came to a stop, and the passengers that were dropping off here, rose to walk to the exits. Hanabi watched that busty black haired woman that she knew was her big sister, suppressing the urge to run after her.

Hanabi watched Hinata and her friend who was likely the daughter of Yastura Aimui exit the train and sighed sadly. She really wanted to accompany them. 'Be safe nee-san.' Hanabi thought.

---

Naruto walked into the room he left Ino and Mikasa in and was welcomed by a stool aimed at his face. Naruto immediately ducked under the unexpected attack. The stool flew through the open door and smashed into the wall of the corridor, one of its legs breaking off.

If not for the blonde's quick thinking he would've had his face disfigured by that sneak attack. Naruto hugged the bags in his hands to his chest, so their contents wouldn't pour out and looked up at his would-be disfigurer.

Unsurprisingly it was Ino. The blonde girl glared at Naruto fiercely, looking like a lioness about to pounce. Naruto was still a little disorientated from the sneak attack, thus he wasn't sure how to react to this. Nor could he make sense of why Ino was suddenly attacking him.

Before Naruto could question the woman, a glint of light reached his eyes. Ino had a knife!. The beautiful woman didn't give Naruto any chance to gather himself and swiftly rushed forward, knife in hand, going for the kill.

Fortunately for Naruto, or was it Ino, a blur appeared beside her. Before Ino could react she was face flat on the ground. Her knife bearing hand was twisted to her back and held firmly upwards while her free hand was pressed against her back by a strong knee.

Ino tried to look up but a soft yet strong pressed her face into the ground. She could only barely glare at the relieved looking blonde crouched in front of her.

Naruto matched Ino's gaze, giving her a disarming smile instead of a glare. Though he was certain from the woman's eyes that she didn't buy it. Naruto shrugged and then turned to the person holding Ino down. It was Mikasa of course.

"Did you explain anything at all to her?." Naruto asked with a sweatdrop.

Mikasa took off her scarf and used it to bind before rising to answer Naruto. "After she woke up I was informing her on the situation, but she passed out. I have been waiting for her to come to ever since, but she was taking long and... I had to pee." Mikasa finished the sentence with a light blush.

No matter what it was her potty break that almost led to Naruto or Ino getting hurt. She should have listened to her gut and held it until Naruto returned.

Naruto saw the regret clear in Mikasa's eyes and patted her shoulder comfortingly. "It's fine. You stop her before things when out of hand." Naruto said. He then passed the bags in his hands to the beautiful Ackerman woman. "It's breakfast." Naruto said with a smile.

"...It's past 1pm." Mikasa pointed out.

"Then it's lunch." Naruto said flippantly, waving the woman to take the snacks inside.

Mikasa took the hint and left. Clearly Naruto wanted to be left alone with Ino. Mikasa spared her red scarf a final glance before shutting the door leading to bedroom. If Ino ruined her scarf...

Naruto knew how much the awkward Ackerman valued her scarf and didn't want Ino restrained in the first place, so he carefully untied the woman. Mikasa tied the knots really tight, so it was quite the hassle getting it off Ino's wrists and ankles.

A few minutes and string of cusses later, Naruto succeeded. As soon as her hands and legs were free, Ino scooted away from Naruto in wariness. The whiskered man gave her a flat stare. He didn't recall her being this antsy when he saved her yesterday.

Naruto folded the scarf neatly and placed it on a table not to far from where he was. He didn't pay heed to the blonde haired woman glaring at him from the ground. Naruto poured himself a glass of water from a jug on the table and downed it. He sighed, feeling refreshed.

Water here somehow tasted more natural. He never thought he would have a taste for the countryside. Him, a party animal who lived for the city lives. His time with his women had really changed him. Speaking of women...

Naruto turned around to face Ino, leaning on the table. The woman was still glaring at him like he had stolen her inheritance. "I'm surprised you didn't try to run away while I was looking away." Naruto said.

"Run away to where?. I'm a Japanese woman in a North American country, where can I go?." Ino spat out in anger.

Naruto eyes lit up in realization. He crossed his hands lazily under his chest and nodded his sagely. "I see. That's why you're so pissed."

Ino was further infuriated by the blonde's nonchalance and felt the urge to throw something at him again. "You kidnapped me!." Ino hissed out with venom.

"You told me to take you anywhere." Naruto casually pointed out. He knew it was a bad argument, but he had to remind her that she did consent.

"Not out of the fucking country!." Ino argued. She gritted her teeth in frustration. The nerve of this guy. After kidnapping her he still wanted to claim innocence.

Naruto raised both his hands in a shrug. "Hey, out of the country is somewhere. Blame yourself for not being specific, not me." Naruto said with a smirk. He crossed his hands again. "Though, I do apologize for bringing you here. My first thought was South Korea."

Ino peered around the room for an object of good weight to hurl at this insufferable man. That jug he drank from would do just the trick. Or, maybe that vase?. Perfect shape, perfect weight.

"Would you have preferred if I left you at the mercy of Sai?." Naruto asked.

The moment the name was mentioned Ino couldn't help but shiver. Sai, the name of her husband. A name that triggered memories that made Ino's head throb and sent a cold sensation down her spine. Her nightmare.

Since she woke up, Ino had been doing her best to keep that name and anything concerning it off her mind. She didn't want to have to think about it. If she did she would be reminded of her reality. Of her sin. She would be forced to come to terms with the fact that she had run away, leaving behind her son and her husband.

Like the bad wife that she was. The bad wife she couldn't help but always return to. She didn't consider her family, nor their well-being when she gave her consent to this man to take her away. Ino dreaded to find what was waiting for her once she returned to Japan.

She almost considered never returning but only for a brief moment, before completely crushing the thought. She couldn't leave Inojin behind. She couldn't abandon her son, nor her husband... She was a bad wife, and a thoughtless mother but that was her family.

"...You have to take me back." With a heart full of reluctance and unwillingness, Ino whispered out. She raised her head so her misty eyes were now staring into the whiskered man's blue eyes. "Please. Let me go home to my family!." Ino begged.

Naruto stared at the teary eyed woman with an expression dangerously close to one he had seen in the past. An expression that he had caught a glimpse of in the mirror ten years ago. The look in Ino's eyes were dangerously close to that of Namikaze Menma, the broken youngster he used to be long ago.

Naruto felt a burning sensation in his heart. 'Sai.' He said the name with a deep contempt. What kind of monster would reduce such a beautiful woman to such a sorry state. Naruto was deeply regretting following his rational side and not killing that bastard when he set his mind to do it.

Naruto exhaled. For now, he couldn't think about that. For now, Ino's well-being was the priority. For now, he had to focus on her. He could let his rage fester for now. Sai's day would come.

Naruto lowered himself to crouch and reached out to touch Ino. However, in such a raw fragile and emotional state, Ino showed just how insecure and fearful life had made her and quickly avoided Naruto's touch. The blonde man's eyes saddened.

Still, he didn't let her instinctive wariness hold him back. He moved forward, and before Ino could react he pulled her into a hug. The woman lightly struggled, but when his hand held the back of her head and gently pushed her into the crook of his neck, she calmed down.

"From now on, I will protect you." Naruto whispered into her ears.

Ino barely registered what Naruto said. Her mind was more fixated on how at ease she was feeling in his arms. How safe this embrace made her feel. How warm his bosom was. Ino didn't know that a hug could be so reassuring and soul-lifting until this man held her.

She never wanted to leave his hands.

Ino only woke up from her daze when she realized her legs were no longer planted on the ground. Ino's eyes snapped open, and to her shock she found that Naruto was carrying her. She opened her mouth to say something, but stop. Her mind registered how comfortable this position was. It felt nice being carried like this.

Naruto took Ino to the second bedroom and placed her on the bed gently. The two blondes made eye contact when Naruto did this. Ino face heated up, despite her efforts to stop it, she was blushing like a schoolgirl.

She quickly looked away from the man's handsome face. No matter what she still had her pride. No man should be making her, Ino Yamanaka, blush so easily. It must be the air in this place. She was sick. Yeah. That was it.

Naruto smiled at the woman's actions. He preferred her this way than the way Sai had reduced her to. He would do his best to make this and any other happy or positive expression her default. He owed her and Hinata that much. He should have done something about her situation a long time ago.

"It was a long trip. You haven't eaten anything, so you should take it easy for the time being." Naruto advised.

"Mm." Ino hummed lowly, not trusting her voice at the moment.

"I got us some snacks. I'm not sure what you like so I kinda bought every kind of pastry known to man." Naruto said with a playful smile. Not that Ino could see it anyway.

Ino snorted in laughter. Oh no... She almost laughed one of her real laughs. She wasn't really familiar with this guy, yet she felt herself being more self-conscious around him. She didn't understand it, yet she knew she didn't want him to hear her genuine laugh.

She was worried he wouldn't like it.

"I'll have Mikasa bring them to you if you prefer." Naruto said.

"...It's fine even if it's you." Ino murmured out.

Naruto nodded. "I'll go get them." He rose up from the bed to leave. When he reached the door he stopped and turned to the blonde woman. "Just so you know, this isn't a kidnapping Ino Yamanaka. It's a getaway. I'll remind you of just what life is, believe it." Naruto said before stepping out of the room.

Clinck

The door was shut after him. Ino stared at her hand. Specifically, the diamond ring on her hand in thought. A getaway. But could she truly getaway?. Even now, in a different country, she still felt his presence around her. She knew it was impossible, yet she still feared that Sai would barge through that and pull her back to Japan by her hair.

Ino didn't bother considering the thought of escape. During the first years of their marriage all she had done was try to escape. She employed every single trick and scheme she knew. She ran as far as she could, but still...

She always ended up in the massive prison Sai created for her. Eventually, Ino gave up on escaping and tried to make the best out of her pitiful situation. But even then, Sai wouldn't let her escape. Not even if it was a mental escape. He always found a way to drag her back to that state of misery. That state of hopelessness and despair.

Ino didn't understand why he always did it. At first she thought it was simply out of hatred, but the more she watched him she understood that a person like Sai was capable of hatred. He wasn't capable of any emotion. He didn't take joy in seeing her hurt. He didn't look like he was enjoying it, not even a bit.

Still... He did it. Time and time again. Until Ino gave up understanding. What was there to understand, Sai had always been odd. Nobody but himself could understand his actions, motivation and thoughts. Eventually, Ino gave up altogether.

She no longer tried to change anything, or improve the situation. She settled into acceptance. She no longer resisted, or fought back like in the earlier days. She just took it with gritted teeth, praying that it would come to an end as quickly as possible.

She no longer tried to change him. No escape him. There was no escape. Yamanaka Ino understood that Sai wasn't just her tormentor. Sai was a state of mind that had been forced on her through the influence years of domestic violence brought. It was a state of mind that she couldn't extricate herself from, no matter what she did.

There was no escape.

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"Hah... hah... hah... Oh yeah..." Tayuya moaned out in ecstasy as she felt the moist folds of Samui's lower lips rub into her own furiously. Sweat covered both their naked bodies, as Samui romped her pussy on Tayuya's like there was no tomorrow.

Tayuya held on to Samui's ankle for mental support as she felt another mind-blowing orgasm building up in her loins. "Ooooh sh-shit it's so gooood!" Tayuya screamed out in passion and in release. She gushed out an amazing volume of sweetness, completely soaking hers and Samui's midsection.

Tayuya panted heavily. She needed some time to get over that one. That was a big one. Unfortunately, Samui wasn't in the mood for breaks. The busty blonde woman grabbed the back of Tayuya's knees and pushed them up to her face level, folding her like a chair.

Samui placed her weight on Tayuya's legs so they wouldn't go back and rolled hooked the black thong dangling on Tayuya's right leg to the other. Samui then hooked the stretched out fabric behind Tayuya's neck, holding her legs in place.

"Babe..." Tayuya said in complaint. This position left her feeling so exposed. Her pussy lips spread out lewdly, revealing her pink nether region.

"Hush." Samui said, her face looking even more serious than normal. She was working here. Samui cupped her palm in front of her mouth and slobbered a good amount of saliva allover it in a very sensual manner.

Tayuya twitched at the sexy sight. The way Samui's tongue went up and down her palm made her cunny ache in need for it. That pink, wide sexy trooper. That managed to roam almost every corner of her pussy and leave her completely satisfied.

Samui's acts of enticement were only getting started. She lowered the spit covered hand and rubbed her hands all over Tayuya's snatch, making the already dripping pussy several levels wetter and stickier. Samui then repeated the action for her own cunny, before mounting Tayuya like an experienced horseback rider.

Samui stared dead into the dazed looking Tayuya's eyes as she begun to rock her hips back and forth. The room was filled with squelching sounds and whimpers and moans from Samui and Tayuya respectively.

"Cock starved slut." Samui suddenly said, catching Tayuya off-guard. Her hips didn't stop moving. She grabbed one of Tayuya's full breasts and pinched her nipple almost painfully. Tayuya hissed in pleasure. "You thought I wouldn't know, hmm?."

"Wh-what..." Tayuya barely breathed out.

Slap!

Samui spanked Tayuya's left ass-cheek, leaving an angry red hand imprint on it. Tayuya moaned out in pleasure, enjoying the harsh treatment her mistress was giving her. "Don't pretend." Samui said. "Or I won't touch your pussy ever again."

"N-no." Tayuya quickly shook her head.

Squelch...

The sounds of the two mounds rubbing against each other reverberated. Samui slowly began to pick up pace. Her big jugs jiggling with every move. She pinched her own nipple with one hand and moaned throatily.

"Confess!." Samui demanded. She rocked her hips furiously into Tayuya's, making the red head holler in ecstasy. Her grinds became deeper, lower, with more intent to stroke their clits against each other. "What did you do in the laundry with Naruto, confess!."

Tayuya moaned out loudly. She could feel Samui's folds mashed up against her own, exchanging her nectar with her. Samui's heavy ass bouncing into her pelvis, making loud and sexy noises. It was like music to Tayuya's ears. The sensation was akin to–

Slap!

"Answer me!." Samui demanded. She smacked Tayuya's other ass-cheek this time. Now there were two almost identical hand imprints on both of the Uzumaki woman's ass-cheeks.

"I-I let him!." Tayuya finally screamed out. Getting spanked by Samui felt so good. Everything she did to her felt so good. She couldn't get enough.

Samui's blushed face turned even more lewd when Tayuya finally admitted to it. She grabbed unto the stretched out thong and pushed Tayuya into the bed. She was mounting her like she was riding a bike. The poor furniture creaked with every movement Samui made. Samui begun to grind against Tayuya's pussy as fast and hard as she could. But their asses quivered in unison with each lewd movement.

"You let him put his fat cock inside you, didn't you!." Samui yelled out. Her legs trembled, an indication that an orgasm was incoming. Samui lowered her face to stare into Tayuya's eyes.

"Yes!. I did, yes!." Tayuya confessed. With her legs suspended she could only hug Samui into her with her hands. Samui's larger breasts pressed into her own, squeezing them for all their worth. Her cute nipples rubbed against Tayuya's own, sending an electric like sensation across Tayuya's entire body.

"You were ready to have adulterous sex with him, a man!. You were going to cheat on me with my own ex-boyfriend weren't you?!." Samui said.

Tayuya shook her head furiously but still answered affirmative. "Yes!. I was going to let him pound me inside that room. I spent the whole night thinking about his dick. I'm sorry, I'm such a slut. I wanted it..."

Samui rubbed into Tayuya faster. Watching her eyes rolled to the back of her head. "You still want it, even now. You cheating slut... kiss me." Samui didn't wait for Tayuya's reply and immediately crashed her lips into hers. Their tongues curled and rolled around in their mouths, and they both trembled as the impending orgasm finally hit them.

Tayuya screamed into her lover's mouth while Samui's pressed herself into Tayuya as if to become one with the Uzumaki woman. Their orgasm lasted for several seconds before passing, leaving them with a sweet aftertaste.

Samui freed Tayuya's legs of the thong and rolled of her body, plopping to her side. Tayuya slowly lowered her sore legs back to the bed. They both panted heavily as they stared into the ceiling.

"That was..." Tayuya started.

"Amazing." Samui finished. She smiled lightly. "I guess it wasn't just my skills that made it so good for you."

Tayuya turned tomato red. "Mi-Mistress..." She sputtered.

"Mah-mah. It's fine." Samui assured. "It's always been the plan for Naruto to split you apart with his big cock. I just didn't expect you to get so into it this quick." Samui.

Tayuya went silent momentarily. Even she was surprised at how open she was to straight sex with her master. It was strange. She still had no desire whatsoever for other men, but when she was around him, it was a different story altogether.

"It's kinda your fault, mistress." Tayuya said.

"My fault?." Samui raised an eyebrow.

"Master is a licensed fucking flasher and you guys just do erotic shit out in the open. How wouldn't I develop an interest?." Tayuya said/complaind.

The two shameless blondes had a habit of roaming the house buck ass naked, especially Samui. Tayuya suspected that her mistress had intentions of seducing her masters women. She had caught her ogling every occupant of the house, except Karui of course. Hinata in particular got the most intense stares.

Tayuya wondered whether the blonde's strained relationship with the Hyūga had anything to do with the sexual frustration Samui was bottling up for her. She could only hope not, for Hinata's sake.

Samui having sex with the rest of the women wasn't something Tayuya was quite comfortable with, however, she wouldn't lie that a small part of her wasn't turned on by it. She was sure it would be for that same reason her master would turn a blind eye on Samui's little conquest.

Men had a certain ego in them. They only saw other men as worthy sexual or relationship rivals. They were quite different from women who focused more on the relationship, rather than the person.

For example, if you sent a video of a man's wife having intense lesbian sex, while it would still cause problems in the relationship. Naturally, because infidelity was still infidelity, the revelation would still have less of a psychological impact on the man. To Tayuya, this was something of an ego in men. She suspected, that at the back of every man's mind, a woman could never fully satisfy another women. Only a man could.

Which was why when men found out their partners cheated on them with another man, the first thing they would ask was; Did you have sex with him?. This was because subconsciously, a man's main concern is whether or not their 'territory' had been breached and if so, whether the invader conquered the land better than they had.

It was almost a guarantee that a man would feel a lot better knowing the sex his partner had with someone else was inferior to the one they had. It wouldn't be a deciding factor, but it would still cushion the blow somewhat.

For women, the first thing they wanted to know on cases of infidelity was whether their partner had an emotional attachment with the person. They would ask; Do you love her?.

Men and women were different, and they prioritized different things. In this context men were more concerned about whether or not they had been outperformed, while women worried about whether or not they had being replaced in the person's heart.

That wasn't to say that if it was swapped then it would mean nothing to the men or women. Just that it wouldn't mean as much as it would for the opposite gender.

"I know I and Naruto haven't been at our best when it comes to modesty." Samui admitted to Tayuya's accusation. "But you have to understand, its been difficult not doing anything while we wait for you to get comfortable around him."

Samui would admit she and Naruto had been beyond naughty since she moved in here. When Samui and Naruto reignited their relationship, for the woman it felt like the dam that had been holding back all her pent-up frustration for straight sex broke.

Everyday, it was like all she could think of was sex with Naruto. It didn't help that she had walked in on the blonde dicking down Karui and Hinata numerous times since moving in. Like Tayuya said, Naruto was a licensed flasher, so there was that too.

It was beyond difficult to stop herself from jumping on the blonde and riding that slab of meat to a mind wrecking orgasm. Samui had to fight her urges everyday. And to do that a girl needed her supplements. Supplements as in, walking in the nude so she could entice Naruto into groping and fingering her. Sneaking out at night to suck his cock under the covers. Giving him handjobs while the others struggled to have a peaceful breakfast. And her favorite, getting face fucked in the bathtub by her lover.

Supplements. And they were all necessary. Samui knew she wouldn't have been able to go this far without them. Until Tayuya and Naruto had done the deed, Samui swore to not let the whiskered man penetrate her. Progress between the two Uzumaki was rapid, still it was excruciatingly slow for the cock starved Yastura woman.

Without those supplements, Samui may have already pounced Hinata or Karin to sate her boiling lust. Even with them, it was getting increasingly difficult to stave the urge to drag Hinata into her room kicking and screaming. Seeing the Hyūga woman getting fucked stupid by her man ignited a hidden desire in Samui that she didn't know she had.

If Naruto was going to share her Tayuya with her, then he better prepare to offer up some of that Hyūga ass. Samui wanted some Hinata on the menu, and she was sure Naruto being the huge pervert that he was wouldn't contest against it. As long as he could turn it to a threesome whenever he saw them.

"So, are you planning on giving it to Naruto when he comes back?." Samui flopped to the side to face her girlfriend and asked. Tayuya turned to face her. She looked a little shy talking about her relationship with Naruto. Samui felt a little jealous of her boyfriend now. He brought out a side of Tayuya that Samui hadn't seen in a while.

Tayuya nodded. "If he still wants it, I'll give to him." she said.

Samui stroked the redhead's cheek with a gentle smile. "I know you're a gusher, but make sure to lube it with something else before you take him in the ass." Samui advised.

Tayuya sweatdropped. When Samui started stroking her cheek like that she thought she was about to say something really serious, not this– Wait. What was all this about taking Naruto up her ass?.

Samui smiled at Tayuya's confused expression. The poor thing had no idea that her ass was a package deal in the one she made with Naruto. The blonde man had already given them a lengthy grace period. Soon, he would come to collect, and Samui didn't plan on being the first to be skewered.

Samui continued to stroke Tayuya's cheek. Poor girl didn't know what she was getting herself into. Poor girl.

Knock knock

Samui sighed and Tayuya groaned. Could they have a little alone time in this house?. There was always somebody at the door. Samui and Tayuya didn't bother asking who it was. It could only be one person. The red eyed princess of interruptions herself.

"What the fuck do you want this time, Karin?!." Tayuya said in annoyance, already rising from the bed to find her clothes. So far only her thong had been retrieved. She was sure whatever it is Karin wanted it would take her and her mistress out of bed.

"Sorry to interrupt your six hundred sexual session, but you two are needed downstairs ASAP." Karin's voice reverberated from behind the door.

Samui watched the thong clad Tayuya hopelessly fail to locate her clothes with a smile. She was so cute sometimes. Samui picked up the woman's shorts, which were literally right there on the bed and threw it at her head.

Tayuya cussed at her lightly before mouthing a thank you. Samui responded by pointing out the location of Tayuya's T-shirt, earning a blown kiss from the foul mouthed Uzumaki. Samui already knew where her clothes were so didn't take much time redressing into the tank top and leggings.

"What is it that needs our attention, ASAP?. Is Tsunade at our front door?. If it's her tell her to get naked while I strap on my biggest dildo. Naruto not being her isn't any excuse not to be fucked by a blonde today." Samui said with a smirk. Tayuya snickered at her joke and blushed a little. Her mistress fucking Tsunade Senju with a huge strap-on folding. She would pay to see that.

"No, Lady Tsunade isn't at our front door. Yastura Mabui is." Karin replied.

Just like that the joking atmosphere got sour. Samui's light smirk disappeared from her face and Tayuya's face turned serious. The two shared a look, asking themselves what that woman could possibly want here.

Samui turned to the door. Only one way to find out. She casually walked to the door and pulled it wide open, releasing the accumulated smell of sex right into the awaiting Karin's face. The redhead pegged her nose and glared at Samui in disgust.

"Open a fucking window if you know you're gonna be tribbing!." Karin said between cusses.

Samui shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't want the noise to disturb the neighbors."

Karin scowled at the busty blonde. "It's a huge compound, what neighbors?. If you mean us, then news flash, window or not we hear your pig like moans either way."

"Who are you calling a pig four eyes?." Tayuya was never one to shy away from conflict and went forward to confront the irate Karin. However, Samui stop her before she could really give her a piece of her mind.

"Let's handle the Mabui problem, then you two can fuck as long as you want." Samui said. Tayuya blushed at her words while Karin just rolled her eyes.

"You don't plan on going down like that... do you?." Karin said, scrutinising the two women's state of dressing and state altogether. They were hardly fit to meet a dog, talk less of another human being.

"Why not?." Samui said.

Karin facepalmed. "Because you stink like stale pussy. Go take a shower, you both smell like bad sex!."

"Guess that's what the bitch will have to put up with." Tayuya said with a shrug. Truth be told she wouldn't mind a shower right about now, but if her mistress was adamant on meeting Mabui like this then she stand by her decision.

Karin just shook her head. This two were unbelievable. It wasn't her master's guest anyway. Mabui had specifically asked for Samui. The reception the woman would receive had nothing to do with her. Karin didn't say anything more and left for her room.

Samui stayed true to her words and didn't change at all. She led Tayuya down the stairs, both of them reeking of sex, without a care in the world. Her blue eyes landed on Mabui.

The mint haired woman was dressed somewhat casually, perhaps intentionally to say that meeting Samui wasn't anything to get dressed up for. Maybe she was just over thinking it.

Mabui was dressed in a dark green ordinary looking dress and matching heels. She wore slight makeup, yet she still looked as gorgeous as ever. Even though Samui despised the woman, she could not deny her beauty. It was no wonder Darui picked her over so many other willing main branch maidens.

Mabui heard the footsteps and turned to the stairs to see the sweaty duo descending the stairs. Mabui opened her mouth to say something about tardiness but froze when a quite strong smell penetrated her nostrils. Mabui gagged a little and reflexively crinkled her nose.

She was experienced enough to know what that smell was. Mabui's eyes landed on the couple, her face painted with disgust. Did these two immoral woman have no shame?. It was one thing to have sex under another person's roof, but to meet a visitor without smelling so much as a shower?.

Savages.

The mixed scent of both their nether regions wafted in the air. It wasn't too strong that it made it difficult to breathe, but it was anything but pleasant. Especially on the first smell.

Samui boldly took a seat in a couch facing the one Mabui was seated on, in a very unladylike manner too. Her somewhat wet groin area was on fully display for Mabui to see. The woman looked away in anger and disgust. Damn this Samui. Was her tactic to disgust her until she was forced to leave?.

By Neptune's beard, it was working.

Tayuya didn't take a seat, as she was far more considerate about her master's property, unlike Samui who took everything in the house for granted like they belonged to her. She had Naruto cum inside his favorite mug for her 'breakfast' sometime ago. Safe to say the blonde had to find another favorite mug.

"Let's get right down to it. Why are you here?." Samui asked directly.

Mabui didn't have any complaints. Initially she planned on putting her pride aside to butter Samui up before explaining things. However, after the 'reception' she received Mabui wouldn't be nice with this woman even if it killed her.

Still, Mabui had to verify some things before addressing the nature of her visit. "Uzumaki's PA..."

"She's in her room." Samui assured.

Mabui nodded. She couldn't have the woman running about when discussing topics sensitive to the family. "Okay, I'll be blunt and skip right to it. We need your help." Mabui said directly.

Tayuya's eyes widened momentarily before she schooled her features. She didn't expect Mabui to actually come here looking for her mistress' help. It must be really important if it was the prideful woman personally lowering her head to ask for Samui's aid.

Samui didn't bother acting dumb. When Mabui said 'we' it could only mean one thing. It wasn't like Samui's last discussion with her father hadn't given her an idea on how things could go. Clearly they were going really bad for the man if Mabui could bring herself to do this. Things must have been going really bad.

"Explain." Samui said.

Mabui hated the way Samui made it seem like she could command her. If she didn't come here for the woman's help she would have given her a piece of her mind. The reality was that she had, thus, Mabui had no option but to swallow her pride and explain.

She didn't go in debt about the situation, and just gave a surface level explanation. Until Samui agreed to their request she couldn't disclose any information to the woman. Even if she did agree, Mabui planned on referring her back to Aimui. She was certain the man would appreciate it if she spilled the beans on the Yastura operation without his consent.

Samui nodded her head in understanding. She thought as much. Her father was approaching the end of the rope and was now desperate for whoever could pull him to safety. Samui couldn't say that she was surprised that the other three sponsors had turned on her father.

From what she knew he made himself the easiest target. He more hands-on than the rest of the sponsors combined and even met the husbands personally. He was putting himself out in the open, basically asking to get hit. Samui was astounded that her father didn't have a countermeasure for such an expected outcome.

Or was it that she was always supposed to his countermeasure?. Was that why he called her the last time?.

Samui was a little disappointed finding out that Darui wasn't taken advantage of the situation to snatch the ring. What an idiot. If it was Samui, she wouldn't wait for Aimui to even begin suspecting. She would turn on him the moment an opportunity presented itself.

Well, in this situation it mattered little who headed the Yastura crime family. The entire organisation was in danger. Darui was right not to fight over the ring now. That would only help their enemies to kill them.

He was wise as well to contact her will Aimui focused on fending off the sharks. While the other three sponsors focused on weakening Aimui and Darui's strength, Samui would be left completely unwatched. This would give her ample time to carry out her plan to strike back at the opportunistic trio.

A plan?. Of course Samui had a plan. She had been working on it since Naruto gave her the okay to handle business while he focused on unearthing the secrets behind his father and his connection to this alliance of forces.

Mabui's request was just the opportunity Samui had been waiting for. And when she got the information she needed from the woman or her father, she would finally be able to put things in motion and expose the faces of their enemies.

"So, do you have a way?." Mabui asked, fidgeting a little.

Samui watched as the woman shivered and had to suppress the urge to burst into laughter. She was quite anxious. It was understandable. "You just brought this to me now, so naturally I don't at the moment." Samui lied.

Mabui's expression deflated a little, but she managed to maintain some hope since Samui said 'at the moment'. That meant she was confident she would find a way out for the Yastura family. The only question was, how long and what would it take?.

"Shall we discuss payment?." Samui said straightforwardly.

Mabui rolled her eyes. Straight for the cake. Samui made it seem lily it was a simple contract and she had no connection to the job, when the client was literally her place of origin and her blood relatives. That was how coldblooded the woman was.

For a long time, every single Yastura family member aside from Omoi and Karui were dead to her. It would be foolish to think she would aid them out of the kindness of her heart.

Still, Mabui had no intention of discussing reward with with woman. That was Aimui's responsibility. It wasn't like she could give Samui the things she wanted. Aimui controlled all the resources of the family, he was better placed to have this discussion with Samui. The mint haired woman relayed as much to Samui.

"That's incorrect." Samui said, not able to keep the wicked smile from reaching her pink lips. Her eyes trailed all over Mabui's body with naked desire. She always hated this woman, but her body was a thing of art. "What I want, only you can give to me." Smile said in a slow paced voice, sounding very much like the witch Mabui saw her as.

Mabui froze. "You must be joking..." Mabui said in complete shock. She didn't see that coming. Not even in her dreams. She knew Samui was bisexual and had a greater interest in the same sex, but she always thought herself the exception. She was attentive and had never caught Samui staring at her with anything but hatred or mockery.

But now, Samui had a downright licentious look in her eyes as she stared at her. Samui's eyes made Mabui feel like she was being stripped naked, and the woman shuffled uncomfortably in the couch. The desire in Samui's eyes didn't seem like it was fresh. It looked very much fermented, like Samui had been waiting for an opportunity to go down this road with her for a very long time.

"I'm not joking. That's my condition. If you want me to save the Yastura clan then you must fuck me. But not just me, you must do it with my boyfriend as well. Naturally, I can't cheat on my darling. I'm sure father wouldn't have it." Samui said with a thin smile.

Mabui struggled to maintain a calm expression. This bitch!. She wanted her to whore herself out not just to her (Samui), but to the Uzumaki as well. She was demanding that she participate in something as ignoble as a threesome.

Mabui finally understood. This wasn't about sex at all. This had nothing to do with a carnal desire. This was purely humiliation. That was what she had seen in Samui's eyes, what she misunderstood for lust. Samui didn't simply lust for her body, she wanted something more than that. She wanted her spirit. She wanted her pride. In exchange for saving the Yastura family, Samui wanted Mabui to reduce herself to a common harlot.

To prove once and for all that she was the shallow woman Samui always said she was. Who would go on her knees to service any man should it benefit her enough. Samui lusted for an affirmation of her deduction on who Yastura Mabui was.

Mabui abruptly rose to her feet and furiously glared at the sneering blonde. She truly hated this woman to her bones. She wanted nothing more than to rip her to shreds but didn't have the ability, at least not at this moment.

"Goodbye." Mabui said and turned to leave?. Agree to her demands?. Over her dead body. She would never get into bed with Samui and her man even if it was revealed to be the only valid gate to paradise. All Mabui had to do was inform Aimui that Samui potentially had a way. The man had his methods with his daughters. He would force her to help, no matter what.

Mabui smirked to herself. 'Fool, you lost your reward due to your own greed. Next time you will not desire what is far above you.' She thought as she left the house.

Tayuya was quite all through the discussion. She didn't say a word when Samui asked Mabui for her body as payment. She had been with Samui long enough to know that every wild thing she said had a logical reason behind it. She would just ask the woman later.

"Is it okay to just let her leave like that?." Tayuya asked.

"It's fine. It's all part of the process." Samui said with a small smile. Tayuya could tell she was very happy with the development. "Be a babe and call your master for me. I need to inform him of the situation." Samui said to Tayuya.

The redhead nodded and ran upstairs to get her phone. Samui stared at the direction Mabui had walked off into, the wicked smile creeping into her face again. Her eyes squinted from how broadly she was smiling. She looked like the witch she was often called by Mabui.

Samui didn't mind this title. It was her intention to terrorize the lands in the name of her beloved. Let her be the witch. Let her be the bad guy. 'As long as you love me, I will be anything for you.' Samui said in her mind.

Vrrmmmmmm

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The sound of buzzing woke Ino up. She blinked and saw that it was already late. Ino stared at the source of the noise. It was a phone that she didn't recognize on the dresser. She wondered who left it here.

Ino yawned. She had been sleeping a lot lately. Perhaps it was due to the stress of the past few weeks. She had been going nonstop in her prison of a palace, trying to busy herself so she wouldn't think about the murder of her friend, Gio St Augustine.

Ino was a little thankful for her tiredness. It helped to reset her biological clock somewhat. So, at least while she was here she would be sleeping and waking up at the normal time.

Ino felt a heaviness in abdominal region and got up from the bed. She had to use the restroom. She almost bed wetted, Ino shook her head at her own stupidity. She shouldn't have drank so much of that fruit juice. No matter how fresh it tasted.

Ino had to wobble to the restroom to stop the excess liquid from escaping her bladder. Ino sighed in relief when she reached the restroom Ackerman said they would be sharing earlier in the afternoon.

Perhaps it was because Ino was in a hurry and so engrossed in avoiding soiling herself, that she didn't take note of the indistinct smacking sounds coming from the restroom and just pulled the lever down and pushed the door open.

What Ino walked into was not a restroom, but by far the most unbelievably lewd scene she had ever come across in her life. Even her imaginative brain couldn't fathom something nearly as crazy as this in her dreams. Not on its best day.

The 'cute and innocent' looking Ackerman woman was being held in a full Nelson by Uzumaki Naruto. A thick baseball like appendage, that Ino struggled to believe was his dick was furiously pistoning into the woman's stetched wide pussy.

Her pajamas pants were discarded on the ground while her top was raised and hooked behind her neck, revealing two perky peaks of flesh. Her nipples were particularly long, covered with goosebumps of sweat that jumped into the air with every upwards thrust.

Her powerful looking abs looked more defined with the position she was being held in. The six impressions glistened in her sweat, with a thin line of perspiration streaking down from her chin, between her boobs and abs down to her thoroughly abused pussy.

Her thigh muscles were defined, yet her skin was smooth a delicate like any pampered princess's. However, the strong legs were currently powerless against the two thick arms holding them up in the air. Her dainty feet hung in the air, flying up with every thrust.

Her ass cheeks pressed into Naruto's pelvis and jiggling slightly, but most of all causing those wet smacking noises that Ino had somehow missed.

Finally, Mikasa's pussy, which was currently in the process of being gouged out by Naruto's unbelievable girthy dick. The woman's womanhood was stretched out so wide that Ino was fearful for her, yet, the stubborn cunny wrapped tightly around Naruto's cock. Doing it's best to suck the monster in and deprive it from escape.

It failed miserably, and was completely at the mercy of the giant. However, it soldiered on, fighting the losing battle regardless. Mikasa's pussy cling so much to Naruto's dick that Ino was worried that he would turn the woman's pussy inside out. The erotic sloshing wet sounds of the thick man meat permeated across the room.

Mikasa's fluid freely gushed out and were made to splash by the big and heavy looking balls that slapped into her pussy repeatedly, making a further mess of it. There was a sticky string connection between Naruto's pelvis and Mikasa's ass everytime they separated.

Ino was entranced watching the erotic scene playing out in front of her. Her need for the bathroom instantly became a thing of memory as her eyes focused on the girthy man meat bullying its way in and out of Mikasa's core.

Ino would have stayed there watching and only Kami knew what that would have led to, if not for–

"G-go out!. We're using this place now!. Go out, and wait your turn!."

Mikasa's voice resounded, her sentence came out mostly incoherent, but Ino still managed to make sense of it. The blonde woman looked up at the face of the Ackerman woman. As she expected it was incredibly lewd. Her face was feverishly pink, snot, saliva and tears had made a mess of the beautiful woman's appearance. Most notably, she had a fucked stupid expression that Ino had only seen in hentai manga.

The black haired woman's eyes struggled to land on Ino with the constant rapid fucking Naruto was giving her. "WAIT YOUR TURN. MASTER IS DOING ME, SO LEAVE!." Mikasa demanded.

How she managed to sound so intimidating in such a situation, Ino would never know. All she knew was she was back to her senses. The actress blushed as spectacularly as her best friend and quickly shut the door, cutting off her sight of the erotic scene.

Ino bolted back to her room, slamming the door behind her then locking it. It was as though she was afraid the scene she witness would follow her into this room. Ino leaned against the door, panting heavily and slowly lowered herself to a sitting position.

Badump... Badump...

Her heart was going crazy. Never had she expected to walk in on such a thing. She had no idea Naruto and Mikasa relationship was even on that kind of basis. Were they even in a relationship?. Or did they just meet up at night to fuck in the restroom?.

'Why didn't they just do it in Naruto's room...' Ino wondered. She looked down at her crotch and found a big wet patch on her pajamas. Ino knew the fluid was not urine. She hugged her legs and sighed. Trying to banish the image of Naruto fucking the brains out of Mikasa from her mind.

She was incapable.

Vrrrmmmm

The buzzing sound that led her to the crazy scene would accompany her throughout the night. Ino sighed again.

'How could she take something so huge?. If it was me, could I...' Ino found herself questioning.

End.