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      Explicit
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  Category:
      F/F, F/M
  Fandom:
      Naruto
  Relationship:
      Uzumaki_Naruto/multi
  Character:
      Haruno_Sakura, Haruno_Mebuki, Hyuuga_Hinata, Hinata's_Mother, Yamanaka
      Ino, Yuuhi_Kurenai, Shizune_(Naruto)
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome_-_F/F/M, Parent/Child_Incest, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Vaginal_Sex,
      Young, mature_-_Freeform, Mind_Control
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      Published: 2016-02-23 Updated: 2018-01-31 Chapters: 9/? Words: 111010
****** Genjutsu Gone Right ******
by sandstormhero
Summary
     Attempting a common genjutsu, without meaning to Naruto ends up using
     too much power spreading it across his village. Waking up the next
     day, he finds those around him responding to his words a bit more
     strongly than before. NO SLASH
Notes
     A/N: Hey, this is my first try at a Naruto story so I hope you enjoy.
     I have list of girls I already plan to use that I will post at the
     bottom. Keep an eye out if you’re interested.
     Chapter: 1
     Girl(s): Sakura
     Tag(s) Oral, Facial
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
A/N: Hey, this is my first try at a Naruto story so I hope you enjoy. I have
list of girls I already plan to use that I will post at the bottom. Keep an eye
out if you're interested. Also, please keep in mind that everything I post here
I also have on AO3 so keep that in mind in case anything happens.
Disclaimer: I do not Own Naruto nor am I receiving any form of payment for this
story.
Tag(s) Oral, Facial.
Girl(s): Sakura.
Editor: Lords of Ember Celica
Word Count: 8678
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                                   Chapter 1
It was a bright and sunny day, a common sight for the average citizen of the
Village Hidden in the Leaves. The birds were singing, a cool gentle breeze was
blowing, and the people were happy. All save for one red eyed Jōnin who was
currently being followed (or harassed depending on your perspective) by none
other than the villages orange clad knucklehead himself, Naruto Uzumaki.
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No! For the last time, Naruto, I am not teaching you genjustu!" Stopping in
the middle of the busy road, Kurenai Yuhi couldn't hold back the migraine
pounding from the inside of her skull any longer. Why today, why did it have to
be today of all days that Naruto singled her out as his target to annoy?
She never should have agreed to meeting up with Anko at the bar last night,
because this was always how it turned out. She would say just one drink, Anko
would talk her into one more, which becomes another, then another, and before
she knew it she's waking up naked in her friends trash covered apartment with a
hangover the likes of which only one who had witnessed the Kyūbi attack first
hand could hope to understand.
"Please!" Naruto pleaded, ignoring the obvious pain in the ass he was being to
the young woman. As long as he got what he wanted in the end, who cares if he
got on one person's nerves?
"I am not your Jōnin sensei," Kurenai reminded the thirteen year old. Speaking
slowly and deliberately she continued, "Kakashi is. Why are you not bothering
him to teach you?" bringing her fingers to massage her temples, she closed her
eyes against the brightness of the sun. Kami she needed a drink.
Naruto flashed her a bright smile with narrowed eyes. "He-He," he chuckled.
"Actually, I was earlier. Kinda. I asked him if he would teach me a cool
ninjustu, like the ones he's been teaching Sasuke, that bastard. You remember
the awesome fireball thing he can do? Well, it's only fair for me to have
something like that since we're on the same team. But get this, after about an
hour of chasing him down and begging him, he told me that a Hokage needs to be
well rounded! And if I really wanted to take the old man's hat one day I need
learn genjustu too! So then I asked him if he'd teach me that instead, but he
told me you were the best genjustu user in the whole village. He also told me
that if I want to become Hokage, I need to learn from the best! So, please
teach me some awesome genjustu so I can kick the arrogant prick’s ass next time
we spar!"
Wincing at the sheer volume the young teen was shouted at her with, it took
every ounce of self-control she had to resist placing a never ending sleep
genjustu on the little brat. "Damn you Kakashi," she swore bitterly. She would
remember this, and he would pay, dearly.
"Naruto-kun," she breathed, "genjustu requires chakra control. Precise chakra
control. You barely possess any control at all. There isn't anything
I could teach someone at your current skill level." If this news was meant to
discourage the boy, it didn't work. At all. If anything his stupid grin only
grew in size, blinding Kurenai just as badly as the bright morning sun had when
she first opened her eyes after rolling out of her friend’s bed not an hour
ago.
"Ah, don't worry about that, I'll figure it out later. Just teach me something,
ANYTHING!"
"No!" she barked, "chakra control isn't something you can just 'worry about
later'. Especially when concerning genjustu. If you can't measure the correct
amount needed in the correct order, the justu will either not work correctly,
or will do… nothing. That's it. It just won't work. Now please stop following
me!" she all but begged as the pounding of her head intensified. All she wanted
was to take a hot shower and bury herself deep within the sheets of her bedroom
where the vile sun could no longer torture her.
Naruto's grin faded somewhat as he stared at the overheated sensei, seeming to
consider her words. Just as soon as Kurenai relaxed however his grin was back,
the brunet's warning completely forgotten. "Whatever?" he shrugged his
shoulders. "I mean, I don't really get it but, are you gonna teach me something
or not?"
Finger's twitching; the red eyed woman couldn't decide between smacking the
child or pulling her own hair out in frustration. Finally, the sun, the
hangover, and just being around the hyperactive blond became too much.
"Fine!" she threw her hands up in the air, "whatever. If it means getting you
off my back I'll teach you a damn genjutsu!"
Throwing his fist up in triumph, the blond cheered, only adding to Kurenai's
pounding migraine. The woman only gave him a second before forcing his
attention back on her, eager to get this as well as the day itself over with.
"Pay close attention because I'm only going to show you this once." Naruto
nodded his head dramatically, stars nearly glimmering in his eyes as he watched
the young woman with an intensity that as much as it pained her to admit, would
have been nice to see her own squad possess for a change. "Okay," she sighed.
"These are the hand seals, do them with me." Flashing through the seals slowly
enough for the blond to keep up with, the woman's fingers twisted to form the
snake, rabbit, and tiger seals. "This is the Persuading Tongue Jutsu. Low
level, easy to learn, and even easier to shrug off if you even think about
using it for one of your pranks," she warned with a narrow eyed glare.
"It's generally used on civilians or captured genin to get them to reveal
information they are hiding. It can't force someone to do anything, but it does
make someone more prone to suggestion. However, it's also very easy to detect,
so even if you do manage to pull it off it probably won't be of much use."
Naruto wasn't listening to a word she was saying at this point. Instead he was
too busy repeating the hand seals she had shown him, trying to copy the simple
three seal pattern with his clumsy fingers.
"Well, good luck," she waved as she turned to leave. Making no attempt to hide
her eagerness to escape, she leapt as far from the child as she could without
pause.
"Wait!" Naruto called as she landed on a roof above him, "that's it? You aren't
gonna show me anything else?" He crossed his arms petulantly, glaring at the
woman as if daring her to say yes.
"Find me again if you manage to get a squirrel or bird to come near you." She
replied dismissively, pumping chakra into her legs to once again and ignoring
the indignant 'hey!' that was throne her way as she disappeared into the throng
of the village's business district. She'd decided to forgo a shower in favor of
a dip at the hot springs to cure her raging hangover. Then, she had a certain
silver haired pervert that needed a small talking to.
                            *Training Ground Three*
In a small clearing by an even smaller stream, a chipmunk could be seen gnawing
on a nut fallen from a nearby tree. Suddenly, the small rodent's meal was
interrupted by a wave of chakra nearly lifting it off its paws. Responding as
any small animal would in its place, the moment it touched the ground its small
frame disappeared into the forest, the only thing following it being a long and
loud string of curses.
"Damn it!" the genin yelled into the sky with all the fury and fervor of a
raging typhoon. Sweat poured down his face as he felt the last of his
impressive chakra reservoir leave his body.
The sun that had been so high when he arrived and began practicing had dropped
to the horizon, setting the sea of trees aflame with brilliant oranges and
reds. Too tired to appreciate his favorite color bathing the landscape, Naruto
lay breathless as he tried in vain to spot any remaining animals that hadn't
fled for the safety of their burrows or nests.
He'd been at it for hours, performing the technique again and again at anything
unfortunate enough to be spotted in the tall grass within his range. The
process had sounded so simple, he was sure he would have it mastered by the end
of the night. But he had yet to successfully snare even one critter, let alone
get it to come up to him.
"Persuading Tongue Jutsu!" his voice cried out at the top of his lungs, sending
a flock of nearby birds scattering into the sky. Unfortunately, just as every
previous attempt, instead of a subtle stream of chakra seeping into his target,
the life energy exploded from his body blasting everything in his path like a
sonic boom.
With the last of his energy he cried out in frustration before falling onto his
back, gasping for breath as his body ached and chest burned from exertion. Even
a stamina freak like him had a limit, and he'd just about reached his.
Although he was nearly empty, that had never stopped him before, especially
when it came to training. Still, he wanted to be home before dark and even if
he wanted to stay all night, he doubted there were more than a handful of
animals brave enough to stick around.
Thankfully, while the young demon container wasn't known for his rate of
success, no one could say he had ever given up on anything he actually
wanted. Especially when he was told that it was impossible. And true to his
nature, he managed to force himself to his feet, legs shaking and vision
blurry, boldly declaring that this time he would get it for sure.
Summoning his chakra to mold it one more time, he dug around, trying to dredge
up enough for what the technique required. "Persuading Tongue Jutsu!" he yelled
out, sure that it would work! This time however it was to find no sudden surge
of chakra like every time before. Rather, there hadn't been any chakra. At all.
"FUCK!" he swore in a deep guttural growl, fists clenched and teeth gritting
like flint on steel.
His body was sore from all the chakra that he'd burn through, but he wasn't
about to give up that easy. The Hokage couldn't be a slacker after all! With
this mentality, he formed the snake seal and once again tried to build up the
chakra required for the jutsu.
It hurt, a lot actually. Straining ones chakra system was never a pleasant
experience. But then again, Naruto had never been a stranger to pain. The
problem was, as often the case, he'd overestimated his own abilities, and
underestimated the strain he was putting his body under.
Trying to draw on chakra you didn't have never ended well for a ninja,
especially so when that ninja happens to hold a powerful demon within their
body. Without any natural chakra left to send through his system, his body did
the only thing it could and began to draw from the one pocket of chakra he had
left.
The Nine Tailed Fox.
Eyes clenched tight he failed to notice the red tinge that had begun seeping
from his skin. Feeling the energy rush through his system, Naruto's eyes
snapped open spotting a rabbit that had made the mistake of hopping out of the
tall grass and into the clearing. And as the last two seals flashed, releasing
the built up energy, even Naruto wasn't expecting the sudden explosion.
Much like Naruto, the Kyubi wasn't very good at moderation. If anything is was
the only living being that made Naruto look like he had a clue what 'control'
even meant. Still, answering the call of his jailer, the beast of chakra had
released a tail of its power, more than overpowering the simple human
technique. The explosion itself was also highly unusual as instead of the
typical violent sort that left behind creators and trails of smoke in its wake,
it passed through like a gentle breeze.
Scattering in all directions and stretching further than the blond could track.
By the time it was finally over all he could do was stumble backwards looking
around in shock, trying to see if anything had happened as a result of the
massive surge of chakra he'd just pulsed out. As soon as the jutsu ended
everything seemed to return to normal, not even the blades of grass at his feet
any worse for wear.
Glancing at his hands, he stared at them in wonder, as though they might
explain what had just occurred. It wasn't until his ears caught the feint sound
of footsteps that he even remembered the rabbit, only to find it standing at
his feet.
"Huh," was all that he could manage, his mind suddenly succumbing to the numb
exhaustion. "I'm gonna be Hokag-" And he was out like a light, back on the
grass and eyes drawn fully shut. Completely unaware what his final attempt had
really accomplished. And the effects it would have on the ninja world itself.
                                   *Morning*
"Idiot!"
"Waste of time…"
"Hmmm."
Bright and early, three ninja stood around the fallen blond. Having looked for
him all morning only to find him were they were supposed to meet up and train
annoyed more than just one of them. So, seeing Sakura wind her foot back to
strike, neither Sasuke nor Kakashi felt the need to step in as she kicked their
teammate awake.
Gasping and clutching his stomach in pain, Naruto looked around in a daze.
Spotting his team, he blinked, scratching his head. "What are you guys doing in
my apartment?" He let out a long yawn. What little patience Sakura had for the
blond ran out as she as her fist rose, crashing into his skull. Thus, the three
were forced to awaken the unconscious ninja all over again.
After his rude awakening, Naruto had looked around only curse at his lack of
talent. Being perfectly honest, he'd been hoping he wouldn't have to spend too
much time on this aspect of training, genjutsu being his least favorite type of
combat due to how boring it was. And here he had gone and wasted an entire day
with nothing to show.
To make matters worse, despite having a full night's rest he still felt drained
for some reason. Normally a few hours was all he needed to recover no matter
how hard or how long he trained. But call it from sleeping outside, or maybe
he'd just trained harder than usual, he couldn't quite pull his energy levels
up to par.
The rest of the morning went as normal as expected, not counting Naruto's
sudden lack of enthusiasm for everything. Once the blond stopped yawning, team
seven began their training, running drills with a few light spars. Repeating
this until noon, they went on their way to the Hokage tower to receive their
mission for the day.
Meanwhile, the blond continued to coast through the day in an exhausted daze,
not even putting up a fuss as Iruka handed them their D-Rank assignment. That
turned out to be the final straw as it was made abundantly clear something was
wrong with their usually dynamic and over the top teammate. As much as they had
thought, wished, or on more than one occasion threatened him to be quite, one
of them snapped. Having become accustom to having her blond comrade filling the
silence with white noise, Sakura spoke up, deciding even Naruto was better than
nothing.
"What were you even doing out there all night?"
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Naruto turned to his teammate perking up a bit
at having his crush's attention. "Huh? Oh, just training, Sakura-chan! You
don't get this strong without giving it everything you've got!" Putting on a
boastful laugh, he was disappointed when the pink haired kunoichi wasn’t as
impressed as he'd hoped.
Narrowing her brow, she looked him over from head to toe before staring him in
the eye, suspicion clearly evident. "What exactly were you training in? Because
your clothes don't look any worse than they do normally, and the training
grounds don't look like a warzone." Focused on Sakura, the blond failed to
notice his male teammate's attention shift to their conversation.
"Ah, genjutsu," Naruto admitted sheepishly. He became even more so as he saw
Sakura scoff in disbelief. "No really! I even got it to work, once… I think."
Scratching his head, his memory of least night was fuzzy at best. By the end
everything seemed to just blend together.
"Sure you did," the pink teen smirked.
"R-Really!" Naruto insisted.
"Geez Naruto, would you quit trying to copy Sasuke-kun already?" Seeing the
blond blink incredulously, the girl just laughed. "Everyone knows the Uchiha
clan are the best when it comes to genjutsu."
Clenching his fist, the blond turned to glare at his male teammate. Of course
he had to be a natural at that too. Damn it, wasn't there anything he could do
better than the Uchiha bastard? Turning back to the young girl, his mood had
soured greatly.
"Man, Sakura," he groaned. "Do you have to bring him up every day?" To that the
young girl just flipped her hair, showing just how much she thought of his
opinion. Glaring at the floor, Naruto frowned, speaking under his breath. "I'd
like to see you go a day without bringing him up." Not expecting his crush to
have heard him, when she turned Naruto clamed up immediately, preparing to
apologize.
"Fine."
Blinking, he stared at his friend as though she'd grown a second head. "Huh?!"
Not repeating herself, Sakura sneered as normally as she always did before
running forward to walk with her own crush. Naruto watched her go, scratching
his head in confusion.
Before he had a chance to question her response further, Kakashi announced that
they had arrived at the site of their mission. Stretching out all around them
was a massive farm that went on as far as the eye could see in every direction.
Cattle, pig, sheep, even a giant field of corn that went on for acres just
waiting to be harvested. No one looked happy, well, except for Kakashi, who
pulled out his faithful copy of Icha-Icha Paradise and flipped it to the dog-
eared page he'd marked.
Getting pulled into harvesting duty for the farm they'd been hired to help for
the day, Naruto never had the chance to wonder what had happened. Having the
most hands available thanks to his Shadow Clones, he went out to the field with
instructions to pluck each ear by hand. Sakura seemed to have lucked out
getting milking duty while Sasuke got to pick last, getting stuck with herding
the sheep.
Shuffling down the path back to the village, the sun had dropped to the horizon
signaling the day's end. Naruto, Sakura and yes, even Sasuke all appeared ready
to drop after the day they'd been put through.
Despite the dirt on her face and the smell of her own sweat, Sakura fixed her
hair as best she could before cuddling up to her favorite Uchiha. "Hey, Sasuke-
kun," she smiled sheepishly. "If you don't have any plans for tonight, how
about grabbing a bite to eat when we get back? Or if you want, maybe something
more…private?" with a twinkle of hope in her eye, the pinkette flinched back
when she was met with a stony glare.
Grumpy from his sore muscles and the smell of sheep still clinging to his skin,
the Uchiha turned to the girl, perhaps a bit meaner than usual. "I just
finished spending an entire day herding barn animals, why the hell would I want
to spend my night with one?" he shot her down, actually speeding up his pace to
get away from her faster.
Sakura looked as though he had just punched her in the stomach. Trying not to
appear too hurt by his rejection, all she could do was smile and laugh it off
as best she could. "O-Okay," she smiled just a bit too wide. "I get it, you're
tired. Maybe another time." By this point he wasn't even paying attention,
staring forward as the shadows of the forest began to fuse.
Glaring at his rival, Naruto spared his crush a look of concern before
strolling next to her, a bright smile on his face. "Ah, hey Sakura-chan, why
don't you just forget about that bastard already?" he asked happily. "Go on a
date with me instead! I bet I can get you a good deal at Ichiraku's!"
Laughing at how great a time that sounded, Naruto was prepared for the verbal,
and possibly physical berating Sakura was oh so ready to dole out. It’d hurt,
but it would also cheer up his crush. Which is why when it didn't come, he
actually had to stop and glance at her.
Jumping back, Naruto's eyes were wide at Sakura's expression. She was glaring,
looking every bit prepared to punch him as she usual, but the blow never came.
Rather, she just continued to glare at him more disgusted by the second until
finally she spoke.
"Sure, why not?" sighing as she said it, her tone seemed almost depressed; if
not defeated.
"What?! Really?" the blond couldn't help but ask. And so happy, he didn't even
notice the grimace on her face as she glared with displeasure. Still, a date
was a date. And he wasn't about to waste whatever bazaar cosmic alignment that
needed to happen for his Sakura-chan to finally say yes.
For the rest of the trip the team was silent, all but Naruto who went on to
explain, in great detail, all the different flavors of ramen there were and
which ones she would like the best. Arriving at the gate, Kakashi left his
squad with a claim he had a report to fill out. Sasuke walked away without a
word, leaving the two remaining genin all alone.
Naruto glanced over at his female friend with a genuine smile on his face.
While others disregarded her as ordinary or plane, he only ever saw her as
beautiful. True, she may not have been an early bloomer like some other girls
in their class, but that didn't make her budding figure any less appealing in
his eyes. If anything it added to her unique charm. When others saw Ino's curvy
figure or Hinata's wide hips they would immediately discount his little cherry
blossom, forgetting just how young she really was, and thus the potential for
when she herself finally bloomed.
Her pale skin, her pink lips that curved with an adorable cupids bow, the
gentle swell of her rear beneath the red qipao dress she always wore, Naruto
would be lying if he said he hadn't taken a few peeks underneath during their
morning training. The form fitting bike shorts left little to the imagination.
And of course the bright pink hair was always an exotic treat. Others might
only see a plane young girl, but Naruto saw much, much more. She was unique,
one of a kind, and special, he was sure of it. Just as he was sure that one day
he would become the Hokage.
Which is why Naruto was itching with nervous excitement. A stark contrast to
the bored and somewhat irritated expression of his teammate. Still, the blond
was determined to show his crush the best time he could and happily made up for
her lack of conversation by talking enough for the both of them.
"…and you know what Iruka said then?" the blond fished. Sakura stared ahead,
eyes drawn to half lids as though she were about to fall asleep. "He said,
Naruto, you were supposed to aim at the targets, not the examiner!" Laughing
uproariously, Sakura's lack of interest was finally starting to get to him. His
joy quickly tapered off to a weak chuckle, leading him to glance worriedly at
his bored friend.
"Um, oh, ah, hey!" he forced a smile, "look, Ichiraku!" Grabbing her wrist he
pulled her forward, nearly off of her feet, as he raced toward the ramen stand.
"Get ready for some of the best food you've ever had!" If he thought that would
be enough to raise the girl’s mood he would be sorely disappointed.
Reaching the stand, Sakura glared daggers at the jinchuriki, making no attempt
to hide her true feelings. "That hurt, idiot!" As she tore her wrist free,
Naruto jumped back, quickly apologizing for his overly eager actions. Sakura
didn't want to hear any of it, walking right past him to duck into the ramen
stall. "Let's just get this over with, Naruto," she sighed.
Standing awkwardly in the street, a look of pain flashed across the blond's
face before he tentatively stepped in to follow after the pinkette. What could
he be doing wrong? 'Maybe she's just hungry,' he told himself. 'Maybe she'll
cheer up a bit with some food in her stomach.' "Maybe…" he sighed. Rubbing the
back of his neck, he wasn't so sure.
Having lost some of his earlier enthusiasm, Naruto silently took his seat next
to his date, stealing a glance as he did. She didn't look angry any more,
thankfully, but had reverted back to her zombie like revere. And honestly, the
young man couldn't decide which was better.
Per tradition, upon seeing their favorite costumer both father and daughter
greeted the young man with large smiles. And of course, seeing the boy she
regarded as her little brother with an equally young girl, Ayame couldn't pass
up the opportunity to poke fun at his expense. Naruto grinned in response.
"He-He, come on," he blushed bashfully. "Just give us two bowls of the house
special, double the toppings." Salivating at the thought of the feast he was
about to devour, he turned a cautious eye towards his teammate. "Don't worry
about paying; this is on me, Sakura-chan!"
Raising an eyebrow, she simply rolled her eyes as though to say, 'no duh.'
Waiting for their food to arrive, Naruto didn't even try to make conversation
this time. Sakura seemed satisfied to sit in silence, arms crossed and staring
petulantly away from her date. All Naruto could do was twiddle his thumbs, his
good mood dropping with each passing second.
Two bowls soon appeared on the counter, one before each of the only two
customers currently present. While Naruto moved to dive right in, his female
companion only took one look at the noodles and broth before turning her nose
in the air. Taking notice, Naruto's brow wrinkled.
"Is… something wrong?" he offered, dropping the noodles he'd been about to
shove into his mouth back into the broth to keep warm. In response, Sakura
simply frowned, a look of distaste filling her features.
"I am not eating this," she declared. Seeing the pink haired girl push the bowl
away, Naruto could only blink in confusion.
"W-What's wrong with it!?" he exclaimed, perplexed. If Sakura could look any
more disgusted, it was then.
"It's just a bunch of oil and carbs! Do you know what that will do to my
figure? My skin?! For god’s sake Naruto, you really are an idiot."
For the first time that night, Naruto found his patience reaching their limit.
Insult him? Sure, whatever. Join the club, he was pretty sure they had jackets.
But insult Ichiraku's ramen? No woman was worth such an insult.
"Geez, Sakura-chan, can't you just try one bite?" he asked, pleading with her
to budge even just this one small request. But the girl was having none of it,
narrowing her eyes at her teammate.
"I. Am. Not. Eating This," she repeated herself with perfect clarity to insure
he didn't mishear her. "Just because you can survive off of this slop doesn't
mean everyone else can. Just…ask them if they have a salad or something. I
might as well get something for agreeing to this disaster of a… date." As the
word slipped through her lips, Naruto watched her expression cringe, as though
the word alone offended her tongue to be spoken.
Naruto narrowed his eyes.
For the entire night he'd been doing nothing but trying. Trying to make her
laugh. Trying to show her a good time. Trying to make her forget about that
bastard Sasuke. But all she did was frown and complain at every little thing.
And he was the one ruining the night? Fuck that. Screwing his face up in anger,
he turned back to his bowl and glared at the salty broth.
"Just eat your stupid ramen," he grumbled, suddenly wanting the date to be over
just as much as Sakura.
Rather than the scathing reply he was expecting, or disquieted silence, Naruto
was forced to look up at the sound of slurping sounding from his left.
Jaw dropping, Naruto was met with the sight of Sakura, the same girl that had
just pushed the ramen away, now feeding a large helping of it into her puckered
lips. Finishing a line of noodle, her chopsticks moved to a slice of grilled
pork, popping the chopped meat into her open mouth with practiced ease. She
noticed Naruto's gaze.
"What?" she asked, clearly still annoyed.
Not sure how to respond, Naruto just squinted, trying to make sense of his
friends strange behavior. "Ah… how's it taste?" he tried. His friend just
rolled her eyes.
"Like garbage." In contrast to her words, she went right back to eating,
stealing a mouth full of broth before starting on another string of noodle. And
all Naruto could do was watch, his brain becoming more twisted and confused by
the second.
'Then… what the heck are you eating it for?' he wanted to ask. But instead
chose to keep his mouth shut and finish his meal. The sooner they were done
eating, the sooner he could go home. And he had had enough of crazy girls to
last him a life time.
Through the rest of the meal Sakura ate like a machine, not fast so much as
mechanical in all her motions. The bowl had been large enough that it would
pose a challenge for even grown men. But she kept eating, shoveling food in
even when it seemed like it would make her sick to do so. Until finally she was
done.
Holding her stomach, Sakura looked more than little queasy. "H-Hey," she
groaned. "Can we call it a night, please?" Naruto glanced at her, not saying
anything. Thankfully, despite his soured mood, he had enough pity to recognize
his friends discomfort and pushed his half eaten meal away. Sakura stood
shakily from her seat as he paid for their meal.
Hands in his pockets, Naruto strolled down the street with a prominent frown on
his face. The whole night had been a disaster and it had all been Sakura's
fault. Said young woman was currently walking beside him trying to not lose her
dinner in public.
First she agrees to a date with him, then she acts like he's the worst thing to
ever walk the earth. Then she bad mouths ramen, Ichiraku's ramen at that, all
before proceeding to shovel down an entire large deluxe serving to the point of
getting sick. All the while, still treating him like crap! It was bad enough
that it had ruined even HIS appetite.
The more he dwelled on it the more Naruto could feel his emotions burning in
his chest. All he'd ever done was be nice to her, and for what? To be hit,
insulted? All she had ever done was treat him badly in return. He'd thought if
he could just show her how great a guy he was that Sakura would see how
wonderful he was and ditch the bastard. But he was wrong, and he was finally,
just now, seeing what kind of girl Sakura really was.
Stumbling forward, Sakura stopped in the middle of the road forcing the blond
to turn. "T-This is my house," she pointed towards a modest home, common for a
middle income family. Naruto wouldn't have been able to remember it if he
tried.
The walk home had done the pink haired girl a bit of good. She no longer looked
on the verge of sickness, though from the way she was holding her stomach it
was clear she was still uncomfortable.
Naruto stared at her, eyes pinched in thought as he tried to decide if he
should say anything. Then again, when had Naruto even been known for keeping
his mouth shut?
"You know, I was really looking forward to tonight," he revealed, earning a
look of confusion from his teammate. "I was really looking forward to having
the chance to spend time with you and just… hang out."
Looking up from the ground, the blond's eyes glared at his teammate, though
seeming more sad than angry. "But you… ruined it. You ruined the whole night."
Naruto took a step forward. "You always hit me, and make fun of me, and call me
an idiot, but I guess I just thought that was because Sasuke was always
ignoring you. And I was okay with that, as long as it made you happy. Because,
I thought it was that bastard making you act that way. But I was wrong. "
Pinching his brow, Naruto stared his teammate down trying to make sense of her
dumbfounded expression. But that only made him angrier. It was one thing to
intentionally hurt someone. At least that meant they thought about you. But
Sakura, to her, he really was just an annoying idiot. An afterthought.
"You're just a bad person, and… and I don't care if Sasuke hurts you anymore.
You want me to leave you alone? Fine." And pinching up his features, his brain
searched around for the right way to leave. Finally, he blurted out the first
insult that came to mind. "You know what? Suck my dick!"
Sakura's expression bloomed into an open gasp of disbelief. But seeing her jaw
drop, Naruto felt no remorse. Though, perhaps a bit of nervousness.
She took a moment, perhaps digesting his words. No doubt she had been expecting
him to stay a doormat forever. But surprise surprise, even Naruto Uzumaki has
his limits. Though he had been expecting it, he still couldn't help but flinch
back as Sakura regained her bearings, a flame of anger burning in her eyes.
Regret is a powerful thing. Naruto knew he was a bit of a hothead, and at times
that had gotten him into more than one situation he could not come back from
unscathed. This was looking to be one of those times.
As Sakura took her first step towards him, the blond could see her eyes burning
with indignant fury. Never before had he seen his teammate so enraged.
"Naruto," she spat, clenching her fingers into a fist. Knowing what his fate
was to be, all Naruto could do was close his eyes and wait for the fist that
would break his face.
Standing in the middle of the street, muscles tightened in anticipation, the
sensation of a hand grabbing the front of his bright orange jumpsuit forced the
blond to tremble. "Not in the face!" he begged, hoping to somehow avoid looking
like he lost a fight to a brick wall. Yet as the seconds passed and the punch
still never came, he dared to peek out of the corner of his eye and see what
was stalling her.
Before he had the chance his world suddenly jerked off of his feet. Sakura was
pulling him by the front of his jacket, leading him towards the small gap
between her house and her neighbor's. 'Oh god, she's actually going to kill
me!' he gasped. Just as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he found himself
being shoved backwards into the shadow of the ally.
It certainly looked that way, at least from the blond’s perspective. Hands
balled into fists at her sides, her face was frozen in a mask of unadulterated
rage. Sakura stalked forward like an executioner all too happy to carry out her
duty. "You… pervert," she spit out the word, venom spraying from her lips.
Finally, hands out, she reached him in the shadows.
Having once again closed his eyes in acceptance, Naruto hadn't been expecting
the sensation of a hand as gentle as it had been coming to rest on his chest.
Peeking, Naruto found his fear curdle into confusion.
Still more pissed than he had ever seen her, Sakura was glaring at him with
everything she had. Yet, she didn't hit him. He could feel her hand pushing
against his chest, but otherwise, nothing. Unsure of what else to do he let her
lead him deeper into the damp ally until he felt the sensation of a wall
pressing into his back. "S-Sakura-chan?" he asked, stuttering her name. But she
didn't answer, instead only giving his face one last look of disgust before
sinking to her knees and grabbing the hem of his pants.
"Wh-?!" before he could get the word out, Sakura yanked down his pants along
with his underwear down to his knees. Naruto could feel his cheeks begin to
boil his face from the inside out.
In horrified disbelief, Naruto Uzumaki found his dick springing out of its
hiding place right in front of his crush's face. Meanwhile, Sakura took one
look at the shriveled looking worm before wrinkling her nose in disgust.
Turning her face away, her eyes were wide and shocked. Even still, curious as
any girl her age, she couldn't resist stealing a peek out of the corner of her
eyes before regretfully turning to give it her full attention. "You're
disgusting," she hissed, glaring at the soft tube of flesh. Unsure of how
exactly to respond in this type of situation, all Naruto could manage was to
stay silent as his bare ass pressed against cold exterior of his friend's
house.
As embarrassed as Naruto was by this situation, he couldn't stop his body from
responding to the presence of a pretty girl so close to his pubescent prick.
And to his increasing disbelief, the familiar tingling sensation began to
spread through his loins, signaling the quick and steady hardening of his no
longer soft penis. A groan fell from his lips.
The space of the ally was surprisingly small. So small in fact there was barely
enough room for two people to stand next to each other between them. Because of
this, with her back already against a wall Sakura had nowhere to go as she
noticed Naruto's dick beginning to throb and grow. Helpless, it was all the
young girl could do as she turned her head, feeling its tip press against the
soft skin of her cheek.
Lifting her gaze, the pink haired girl's emerald green eyes shone with
displeasure as she stared up at the panting blond. In return he stared back at
her, confusion still etched in his features, though now polluted with
semblances of pleasure. It only made the girls stomach churn that much more.
"Um, ah…" Naruto fought to find a word to say. But his dick pressing against
Sakura's cheek had robbed him of any hope.
Her skin felt soft, impossibly so. And against the head of his cock that
sensation multiplied a thousand times. Flexing the aching muscle, a drop of
clear liquid slipped from the tip smearing against the girls pale skin. Without
meaning to, Naruto found himself pushing forward, rubbing it against his
teammate and crush's face.
"S-Sorry!" he exclaimed, realizing what he was doing. In their position the
apology sounded humorous at best. Sakura responded by wrapping her hand around
the firm length of flesh, her eyes still gleaming like a knife's edge.
A shiver ran up the blond’s spine as he felt Sakura's hand around his sensitive
member. She was still angry, which only made the image of her on her knees, his
dick in hand, that much more odd. Lips pressed in a thin line, Sakura looked
like a child about to be fed broccoli.
Her eyes stared down at Naruto's penis like an animal about to attack. Behind
the fear, behind the anger laid the unmistakable glimpse of acceptance.
"Naruto," she gritted out between clenched teeth, "you are the biggest pain in
the ass I have ever met. Let's just get this over with." Stunning the blond
even further, Sakura maneuvered the tip of Naruto's heated shaft against her
lips, slipping it between the pink flesh in a single slow motion.
Fingers dug into the hard cement. A slow hiss fell from Naruto's lips as he
turned his face towards the sky. It was more than he could handle, more than he
ever expected to feel. For him, an orphan who rarely was permitted even the
affection of a hug, this kind of contact threatened to overload his young
brain. Still, the wet suction of his crush on his penis was all too real.
He could feel her lips wrapped around his head, nervously drawing him deeper
into the wet warmth of her mouth. He could feel her breath on his shaft as it
puffed from her nose in quick, panicked gasps. Slowly, she managed to push the
last of his length past her lips, burying her nose in the sparse collection of
blond pubs that had begun to accumulate at the base of his cock.
Naruto was still a young man, all his growth still in the future. That being
said his manly equipment seemed to have gotten a head start of the rest of him,
standing a little over five inches erect. Not large by any means but still an
impressive feat for an amateur like Sakura to conquer on her first try.
Her tongue was slow to join the party, tensely brushing along its head before
retreating to the farthest corner of her mouth. The salty taste mingled with
the sweaty musk of working in a field all day. It was more than a little sour.
Thankfully, she quickly realized the more she licked, the less there was to
taste, cleaning the young man's cock. Finally, whimpering pitifully, Sakura
committed to the act, drawing her pink muscle along the length of the shaft
even as drool began to drip down her chin.
Naruto nearly doubled over from the sensations coming from his prick. In front
of him he braced against the wall, bending over Sakura's head as she attended
to his pleasure. To compensate the young girl reached up to grab his hips,
controlling them as best she could to keep her soft lips around the vein shaft
of his slowly rocking length.
Despite how wonderful Naruto was feeling, Sakura was still an amateur in the
art of oral pleasure. And it showed. Had it been anyone other than a virgin
teenager, most would have laughed at her attempt.
More than once Naruto had to watch himself to keep from pressing forward.
Overwhelmed by pleasure, his hips would press into his friend, choking the
young girl. Only the gentle sounds of protest and the low bubbling of her
breath trying to fit around his girth reminded him to let up, each time causing
his swelling to increase.
Weakly bobbing her head, the girl only knew the barest basics of the act she
was asked to perform. More than once Naruto was forced to wince at the
sensation of her teeth catching the rim of his head. But then he would feel the
smooth sensation of her lips slide along his shaft. And he would feel the
cautious attention or her tongue lick against his swollen underside. And the
same breathless pleasure would consume draw the dangling orbs of his ball
against his warm body. Unfortunately for Sakura her position wasn’t nearly as
pleasant.
Her jaw hurt, more than she thought it would doing this type of act. Keeping
her mouth open while her lips hugged the shaft was an actual challenge. And
Naruto only seemed to be getting bigger which didn't help matters either. She
had to cough against his head feeling him push too far again. He dislodged
easily enough. But the constant motion of his twitching hips were impossible to
control.
Silently, all that was running through her head was that she wished for the
blond to hurry up and finish. How she got into this situation she would never
know. As if listening to Naruto insult her in the middle of the street wasn’t
bad enough. Like it was her fault he was such a creep? Though, she couldn’t
really say the things he’d said were untrue either. Maybe… maybe she just felt
guilty. It was as good an explanation as she could find. And the only one that
made any sense as to how she was on her knees in the ally beside her home. All
that was left was to finish him off quickly and walk away with a clear
conscience. She drew her lips just a bit harder against his crotch, tightening
her face from the effort.
Looking down, all Naruto could see was a head of pink hair moving back and
forth against his pelvis. Her Konoha headband glimmered faintly in the
darkness. Gasping, his hips began to meet her motions. Even with her hands on
his hips neither of them were strong enough to stop his eager pleasure. And
Sakura was forced to deal with the added difficulty.
When she had first pulled down his pants, he hadn't known what to think. But
now, as he felt her lips run up and down his shaft, and that devilish pink
tongue of hers lick along the sensitive spongy tip of his head, he found
himself not caring. Only so long as she never stopped.
Quickly, more so than Naruto wanted, a tight sensation in the pit of his
stomach signaled the end of his endurance. Forgetting courtesy, the only
warning poor Sakura got was a long, gutted moan. By then a long line of
Naruto's jizz had already shot onto the roof of her mouth, filling the small
space entirely.
"!" Sakura shrieked. Trying to pull away, all she managed to do was to bang the
back of her head against the house behind her. After another two mouthfuls of
cum, she regained enough of her bearings to turn her head. Unfortunately, even
that wasn't enough to keep the torrent of Uzumaki sperm from herself.
Down the side of her face she could feel each burst as it flew from his
throbbing cock. Never having the time to relieve himself, the young man had
built up quite a supply. Which, currently, was being sprayed all over the young
woman no matter how much she tried to escape.
Trapped between the house and Naruto's firehose, every attempt to escape was
met with another face full of jizz. She turned her head, pushing at Naruto's
hips but there was nowhere to go. Lost in his own pleasure, he couldn't stop
his hips as he thrust the head of his cock into the soft strands of hair she
had always been so proud of.
Finally, after what seemed like ten full bursts of cum, Naruto finished, his
gasping form still hunched over a cum drenched Sakura.
She looked to be on the verge of tears. Hands shaking, she held them in front
of her seeing the white slime that literally covered them from their tips to
her palms. Fearfully, she touched a finger to her hair only to come away with
another thick glob dripping down her appendage.
The entire right side of her head was covered in the stuff. Even worse was the
strings that had escaped, catching on her forehead and now dripped down her
young face.
Opening her mouth she leaned towards the floor, spitting out the first wave of
jizz Naruto had managed to surprise her with. She repeated this twice, each
time finding the salted bleachy taste still sticking to her tongue. Finally,
she gave up, attempting to wipe her mouth, but forgetting the cum that still
covered her hands. A fresh smear covered her pink lips.
Without a word she stood up, legs shaking, and moved toward the opening of the
alley. Pants now pooled around his thighs, Naruto was still too busy panting to
stop her. "Sa-Sakura-chan?" he asked more than a little concerned.
"I'm going home now!" she bit out, her earlier anger returning in full force.
Turning the side of her face that was cum free, her emerald eyes glared
hatefully. "And you better not tell Sa-… you better not tell Sa-…, Sas-" she
stopped mid word, stomping her foot in frustration. "just don't tell anyone
about this, okay?!" Not bothering to wait for his reply she ran off, freezing
at the opening to the street before turning the corner and hurrying away.
Naruto heard the sound of a door slamming shut as he fell on his ass. Finally
having regained his breath, he stared at his shriveled member, marveling at the
fact that it had just been in a girl's mouth, Sakura's mouth. For some reason
he couldn't stop smiling.
After a few more moments, Naruto decided that the back of a cold ally wasn't
the best place spend with his pants down. Still somewhat in a daze, he pulled
his pants up around his waist, and, using the wall for support, he managed to
stumble his way towards the road.
"!" Reaching the light of the street, Naruto looked up to hear the sound of a
startled gasp. It was fairly late now, and most Konoha citizens had retired to
their homes. All except one it seemed.
Ino Yamanaka stood on the other side of the street, mouth agape and staring
right at him. Blushing, it didn't take much brain power to realize she had seen
Sakura, and now him.
Swallowing, he started at the girl eyes wide. Again he was not sure what the
correct thing to say in this kind of situation was. Finally, running a hand
through his hair he simply pointed to Sakura's house and, with genuine
confusion spoke,
"You… you saw that too, right?
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A/N: okay, so that was the first chapter. A little slow to start but I need to
set the story up sometime. Let me know what you guys thought with a nice, (or
not nice) review. I accept either. Here is the list of girls I have under
consideration. At the moment this list is kept pre-Shippuden. NO original
characters. Everyone listed below has appeared in the anime or manga at least
once.
Girls:     Sakura, Ino, Tsunami, Hana, Temari, Shizune, (maybe) Anko, Karin.
(Subjected to change)
***** Changes *****
Chapter Notes
     A/N: WOW! Guys, thanks so much for all of your support! I can’t
     believe how quickly the first chapter blew up. Really impressive
     guys. I will talk some more at the bottom when you are finished but I
     just want to say how much I appreciate you all taking the time to
     enjoy my story. Be sure to check out my other submissions. I
     currently have one for Kim possible and another for Harry Potter.
     Chapter: 2
     Girl(s): Sakura
     Tag(s): Oral, Missionary, Virgin, Loli.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Shuffling along the dirt road, Naruto’s face looked haggard with a drawn frown
and heavy bags under each eye. He’d dreamed of her, of Sakura. The image of her
green eyes sparking in the darkness of the alley. It was forever burned into
his mind. Even now, having woken hours before, the front of his pants were
taught under the strain of his throbbing erection.
He was confused. The whole day had been one weird circumstance after another.
Part of him thought maybe the genjutsu had scrambled his brains and everything
that was happening was some sort of coma dream. That would be his luck after
all.
Sooner or later he would get his answer. Sakura would never risk not showing up
for training, no matter what her excuse was. Naruto planned to use this
opportunity to get the answers he needed. If only so that he could move on with
his life.
Blushing, Naruto flexed his aching erection letting a sigh fall from his lips.
“I… kinda want to try that again,” he admitted to no one in particular. Even
still, he couldn’t ignore the layer of excitement tingling underneath his
confusion. And the hope that, maybe, whatever had happened the other day wasn’t
over just yet…
He was early, at least early for him, and Sakura had yet to show up. Only the
lone figure of the Uchiha stood to greet him. Yet another peg in his stressed
mind.
Walking up to the prodigy, Naruto said nothing. Sasuke raised an eye at his
teammate’s behavior but remained silent rather than risk getting him to talk.
God knows once he started he never stopped. But leave it to Naruto to manage to
still be annoying even in utter silence.
“What’s wrong with you?” he forced out, seeming more pissed than concerned. For
the past five minutes the blonde boy had done nothing but sigh and fidget as
loud as possible. Naruto squinted up at him, his expression showing just how
much he cared.
About to respond with an equally irritate retort, the blond genin stopped,
seeming to think for a second. Who’s to say Sakura was the only one affected by
whatever the hell had happened? Sasuke could be in on it too. Everyone could.
And suddenly Naruto looked up at his friend, studying him intently to find
anything out of the ordinary.
All over again Sasuke found himself staring in surprise at his teammate’s
demeanor.
Naruto looked up at him, seeming to stare him over. “Hey…” he hesitated, not
used to showing anything but distain for the stuck up prick. “How… I mean, is
everything okay?” the blonde went on to ask. “Are you… feeling any different?”
Sasuke took a moment to stare at the blonde boy. Blinking twice he said nothing
before turning his attention back to the sky, fully intended on ignoring his
rival for the rest of the day.
‘Nope, still a prick’, Naruto decided. But it was worth a shot. Yesterday the
blond had been too out of it to remember anyone’s behavior. He could say
anything for sure until Kakashi got there but as far as he could tell Sasuke
was still the uptight prick he’d always been. He made sure to say so.
After enjoying Sasuke’s heated glare he went back to thinking. Was it just
Sakura then? Was there even an ‘it’ to speak of? And, if so, what the hell was
‘it’? Thankfully, before Naruto could hurt his brain following that line of
thought any longer, the sight of his crush climbing the hill stole his
attention.
She looked the same as ever, in Naruto’s mind he knew this was true. But what
he was seeing seemed far more exaggerated. The girl walking up the path wasn’t
the same he had met the day before. Her hair seemed brighter, her skin softer.
Even her walk seemed more… majestic? Hell he didn’t know, but he liked it. And
as she approached, he couldn’t help but smile in anticipation.
“Hey! Sakura, good morn-,” she walked past him, not do much as a glance in his
direction. His greeting died on his lips.
 “Sasuke!” she squealed. “How did you sleep?” Shrinking away from her high
pitched greeting, Sasuke spared the girl one look just to take a step back.
Setting his arms across his chest, he glowered even harder into nothing.
From his spot Naruto watched the interaction, feeling his excitement slowly
drain away. It was a familiar picture. Too familiar.
Despite the outright rejection, Sakura continued to hover. Her eye lashes
batting and her smile bright. All of it wasted on an asshole who was too
obsessed with himself to see a pretty girl practically throw herself at him.
Normally Naruto was smart enough to ignore Sakura’s bad taste. Reasuring
himself that one day she would see Sasuke for the bastartd he was. Today, he
felt different however. Not stronger. Not even that much bolder. If anything,
he would probably have to credit the change to a night of sex filled dreams.
He wanted Sakura’s attention. He wanted her to focus only on him. It was a
primal instinct, but being a young teen the boy was used to following his
hormonal drives. So, stepping forward, he stole a moment to breath before
interrupting the pink hair girl.
“Hey,” he tried. Sakura ignored him completely. Instead of responding to her
teammate’s presence, she decided that she needed to know about her beloved’s
choice of breakfast for that morning. To his credit, Sasuke remained silent.
Naruto tried again.
“Hey, Sakura?” but again she didn’t turn. Her eyes were trained on the brooding
boy, wide with excitement. Naruto could see her smile, her flirting demeanor.
Naruto’s brow curled as he forced his hand to reach out, irritation lacing his
tone as he spoke up, “Saku-!”
“What!” in an complete one eighty in terms of personality, the pleasant and
feminine expression on her face crumpled into one of utter rage.
Sakura hated Naruto on any given day. But being forced to be near him after
what she had been forced to go through the other day left her down right
murderous. And now the blond idiot wanted to interrupt the only quality time
she had with her prince?  
Exasperated by the interruptions, the pink haired girl finally turned around,
glaring at the young man.
Naruto could see that what little patience she had for the day had already been
spent. Even the violent aura that usually initiated his beatings seemed
especially heavy. Still, if he let every little killing intent stop him from
doing what he wanted, he’d never do anything! Besides, he had something he
wanted to test.  
“I… I was just wonder if you wanted to go out again?” Maybe after our mission?”
putting on a hopful smile, the boy tried to messure the girls reaction.
Yesterday had been… strange to say the least. He wanted to make see if what had
happened might have carried over to today.  A sensation similar to a boulder
crashing into his skull was his answer.
Sakura held up her fist, a vein on her brow throbbing as she tried to keep from
actually killing the annoying blond.
“Idiot! Can’t you see I’m talking to Sasuke? I don’t know how you talked me
into that disgusting ramen stand last night but you can be sure that it won’t
happen again.” Releasing a dignified huff, her bright smile returned as she
turned back to her crush, a giggling apology falling from her lips for Naruto’s
interruption.
Said blond staggered back to his spot, his vision actually blurry from the
blow. It was amazing how strong the girl could be when she put her mind to it.
Too bad that only seemed to happen when she felt the need to see to the
blonde’s punishment.  
Disappointment soured his expression as he rubbed the lump forming on his head.
Without thinking he felt his expression darken.
Of course she said no. What did he think would happen?
That she would say yes? That she was actually in love with him? The world
didn’t work that way. And after being kicked by it so many times, he really
should have learned that lesson by now.
There was no magic. No mirical. Sakura felt sorry for him and forced herself to
go on the date. And if he thought anything else, he really was a fool.
Unfortunately, trying to drown out the sound of his love gushing over another
man, Naruto felt his grip tighten.
 “Sasuke, and then…!”
He should just forget about yesterday.
“Sasuke, you look so cool…!”
Thinking about only made his already wounded head hurt.  
“Sasuke, how much did you train yesterday?!”
And now, for some reason it was getting worse.
“Hey Sasuke!”
And worse.
“Sasuke!
And wor-.
“Sasuk-!”
“God Sakura, just stop talking!” Letting out a seething groan, Naruto felt his
irritation reach its peak. How many days had he been forced to listen to her go
on and on about the Uchiha? Sure, it sucked before but now, after he finally
had a taste of what having Sakura was like, it was more than his nerves could
take.
Following his outburst the dirt road elapsted into a sudden silence.  
Too relived to take notice of the sudden silence, Naruto just allowed himself
to breath and feel the pounding ach in his brain slowly dissolve into nothing.
As soon as the pounding in his head disappeared, Naruto felt himself flinch in
regret. How could he be mad at Sakura? He couldn’t, not of he ever wanted to
show her how great he was. Narutop reminded himself that he never gave up, and
that wasn’t about to change any time soon.
Opening his eyes, he prepared to apologize for his outburst
“H-Hey, Sakura? Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to… to, um. Sakura?” Turning to
look at the pink haired girl, Naruto found his words dying on his lips.
Rather than the pissed and belligerent girl he’d expected to see, Sakura was
standing as calm as ever, hands folded politely in her lap.
Eyes straight, her expression looked bored but normal. After a few seconds a
tired sigh feel from her lips.
Jaw open, Naruto turned his attention to his rival who was staring at the girl
with one eyebrow cocked. Noticing the blonde’s gaze his attention shifted to
him, curiosity clear in his charcoal black gaze. Fortunately, the Uchiha’s
pride was far too great to give into the urge.
Forgetting Sasuke the blonde’s mind began to race. It was just like yesterday!
He looked at Sakura in awe trying to remember what had caused the change. But
he didn’t understand. When he’d asked her on a date she done nothing but give
him brain damage. So what had he done that was different?
There had been no sudden surge of power, no tingle or draining sensation to
mark any kind of phenomenon. Honestly, it just seemed like she was doing what
he told her. But that was impossible, right? Why would she do anything he said?
After a moment of hesitation, he decided to ask.
“Hey… Sakura?” he asked timidly. He tried not to flinch back as her ice cold
green eyes centered on him, narrow with irritation. Thankfully she refrained
from raising her hand.
“What?” she bit out, freed from her forced silence.
Naruto continued to smile, hoping that this endeavor wasn’t for nothing. “I
just… ah, I’m wondering if you still want to try and get Sasuke’s attention?”
At the sound of his name, said dark haired young man turned to glare at the
blonde, the obvious question of,‘why the hell was he trying to get her to talk
again after finally shutting her up’, burning in his eyes. The Jinchuuriki
ignored this, and kept his eyes focused on the pinkette. She grimaced in
response.
“Ah, duh,” she smirked. “Sasuke the greatest! Any girl would lucky to spend as
much time with him as me.” Sounding proud at first, as her explanation went on
her tone drifted to a sappy sugary mess that only teenagers could ever manage.
Naruto had to stop from rolling his eyes.
“Yea, he’s great. Whatever.” He replied in a bored tone. “But ah, I just wanted
to ask why you suddenly… stopped?” Shrugging his shoulders, he tried to make
sense of what he was trying to say. Thankfully, seeing Sakura scrunch up her
face it seemed she got the gist of it.
“Because…” she paused, trying to think about what had just happened. “Because
you said to? Or something? I don’t know. Why do you care?” Becoming hostile,
the teen girl gave a small huff before petulantly crossing her arms. Despite
her attempt at hiding her confusion, beneath her pinched features Naruto could
see his question had caused the girl some distress.
Feeling his heart pick up, Sakura’s words echoed far too closely to his own
musing. His mouth felt dry, yet he continued. “Ah, really? Because I said so?”
but she didn’t answer, simply glaring that much harder as her brow furrowed.
“Is that… the same thing that happened last night?”
If Naruto though Sakura was hostile before, the way Sakura eyes erupted at his
mention of their previous affair, he was amazed he hadn’t burst into flames.
“You! You-!” As her face turned a shade of red, she struggled to find the right
word to explain how low she thought of him. Thankfully, after a quick glance in
her crushes direction she remembered her need to retain her lady like
appearance in the presence of her prince. A smile so terrifying even the Kyuubi
flinched graced her face. Naruto tried not to flee.
“Naruto you dummy,” she laughed, the sound dark and completely unnatural. “I
thought I told you what would happen if you what would happen if you ever, ever
brought that up. Do I need to remind you, maybe?” hidden from Sasuke’s eyes by
her body, the pinkette cracked her knuckles. A clear threat. In a rush to avoid
his beating, Naruto hurried to explain.
“Wait! Wait! I just, I wanted to ask if there was any particular reason you
decided to do… that, or um. You know?” but she didn’t. And crossing her arms
she got close to his quivering form pushing her finger harshly into his chest.
“Listen here, Naruto.” She spat his name as though it were a worm. “I don’t
know how the hell you managed to talk me into doing,” she paused, glancing over
her shoulder only to continue in a hushed voice. “That, but you can bet all the
disgusting ramen in the world that I will die before it ever happens again. Do
make myself clear? And if Sasuke ever catches wind of what you tricked me into
doing, your corpse will be found in the hokage’s office long before you ever
get the chance.”
While her threat was both unsettling and hurtful, Naruto’s ears perked at one
particular bit of information and focused on that. Stepping forward, his eyes
were wide. “talked you into it? Is that what happened?” this turned out to be
the wrong thing to say.
‘Smack’
Falling on his ass, Naruto was helpless but to stare up at the pink hair girl,
fist still raised in righteous anger. All memories of Sasuke so close by flew
out of her mind as she moved for another strike.
“Wait!” Naruto backed up, waving his hands in a wild attempt at warding her
off. “I didn’t mean- Stop!” but she didn’t, and Naruto could feel his head
about to be caved in. “I just mean that I wanted to know if that really
happened, that I… talked you into it? I mean… how?” this time she did stop.
“if it will get you to stop talking about it already,” she hissed, finally,
throwing a glance over her shoulder she looked to see Sasuke completely
ignoring them. He was far too use to the sight of Naruto getting beaten by his
female team mate to pay them any attention.
“Yes, you talked me into it. Don’t ask me how because for the life of me I
can’t remember. You talked and it just felt… I don’t know, right. Persuasive.
Like you made sense. Now can we please just stop talking about this already? If
you think I’m going to fall for it a second time you can kiss your balls
goodbye.” Not waiting for the blond to respond, Sakura wasted no time returning
to her place by the fence, arms crossed in stoic silence. Thankfully, Naruto
was too busy digesting what his friend had just told him to stop her.
 Persuasive. That was the word she had used. Even Naruto wasn’t dumb enough to
already forget the name of the Genjutsu he’d spent an entire day trying to
learn. Or did learn, by the sound of it. But that left the question of why the
hell couldn’t he remember ever doing it?
Still sat on the ground, he set his mind to remembering the night before last.
Unfortunately, past his one hundredth failure the chakra exhaustion had taken
its toll, leaving the rest of the night in a hazy fog. Could have learned it
somehow? Could he have activated it before passing out? Could it have been
activated this whole time? Could it still be active? Was that even how the
justu worked?
Naruto could feel his head start to pound with all the questions building in
his head. There were so many. Kurenai sensei had explained so little before
she’d run. Maybe she would be able to tell him? There was only one way to find
out.
Unfortunately, Naruto realized that it would be hours until he was free to roam
around the village looking for the red eyed sensei. And even then he had no
idea where he might find her. The first time had been a stroke of luck. Pure
chance. And for some reason, part of him felt it would not so easily happen
again. And that meant, if he were to confirm his suspicions, a few tests might
be in order.        
Feeling his eyes grow at the information, Naruto knew he needed to try it out.
He returned his attention to the pink haired genin.
There she was, just standing there as beautiful as ever. The imagination of a
young man is bountiful when centered around a pretty girl. And understanding
the length of his powers, he couldn’t help but shiver at the implications.
If he was wrong, then he was about to get the shit kicked out of him. But if he
was right… the opportunity was too much to pass up. Nervously he stepped
forward.
Pausing from her silent bout, Sakura noticed Naruto’s approach and grimaced in
response. “Hey… Sakura?” he asked. Rather than answer, Sakura’s emerald eyes
turned skywards as though to ask who she had angered in a past life to have
been stuck on a team with the blonde. Naruto ignored the treatment, far too
absorbed in his own thoughts.
“What do you want Naruto?” she droned, eager to be rid of the pain. He was
being even twitchier than usual. Honestly, he was freaking her out.
Naruto’s mind raced. It needed to be something she would never do on her own.
He needed to be sure. Then, he knew. “I want… you to flash me!”
In hind sight, he probably should have picked something a tad bit less drastic.
But at his core when had Naruto Uzumaki done anything less than one hundred
percent? Besides, he was still just a young man. And while in his heart he
understood that he was being ridiculous, that didn’t change his curiosity about
his young friend’s body.
Jumping back, Naruto shielded all of him most important areas. Eyes clenched,
he waited for the impact of his friend’s fist. Yet, just like last night, the
hit never came. And feeling his heart began to pound in his chest, he lowered
his arms and looked to see Sakura’s reaction. What he found shocked him to his
core.
Eyes wide, a bright dusting of red swirled bellow the young woman’s cheeks. She
stared at him, seemingly in disbelief. Just as before, given the time to digest
his words, the familiar tick appeared on her forehead signaling the rage
building from within. Yet he remained unharmed. And before Naruto’s eyes, he
watched as her hands moved to the front of her dress.
“Naruto!” she glared. “You are the sickest pervert I have ever met!” Despite
her protest the zipper holding the front of her dress began to fall, inch by
inch.
“I can’t believe you would even think to ask me to do that!” Reaching her
navel, her finger’s let go only to part the red fabric and reveal a small pink
bra. “The only reason I’m doing this is you’ll finally leave me alone!”
 Reaching into her dress her fingers pinched the white lace at the top of the
cup. “So don’t even try and think this means anything!” But as she pulled the
cubs of her bra up, any attention Naruto was giving her words was gone,
entirely focused on the now bared chest.
Just the beginning of what would one day be called breasts, Sakura’s nipples
stood at the peak of two small mounds of soft flesh, seeming more coned than
rounded. The nipples themselves were a pale pink, the same color as the girl’s
lips. And at their center rested twin nubs, puckered by the cool wind of
morning.
Lips pinched tight, it seemed as though it took every ounce of will power
Sakura had to keep the flaps of her dress open. Closing her eyes, she couldn’t
take the sight of Naruto leering at her exposed chest anymore.
The open stare, the glossy eyed expression, the… arousal. In some ways it was
even more horrible than the night before. Taking a deep breath, the small
mounds on her chest rose, pressing even farther from her body.
Despite their small size, for a boy of only thirteen they were more than large
enough.
The front of Naruto’s pants had once again returned to their earlier state of
tension. He couldn’t stop from staring at them. Just as pale as the rest of
her, Sakura’s blush was so strong it bled down from her face past her collar
bone turning the very top of her mounds a rosy hue.
In her outrage, Sakura had forgotten the other boy in her presence. Remembering
her long time crush, she opened her eye just enough to turn her head and see
him staring at her back with wide, disbelieving eyes.
The only way the moment could have gotten worse. What Sasuke must think of her?
But compelled to answer Naruto’s request, her dress stayed open even as she
watched the boy of her dreams turn his head away in embaresment.
Just as quick as it opened, Sakura’s dress snapped close. Showing a dexterity
even she didn’t know she had, Sakura’s finger’s pulled the small metal tooth
back to her neck. “There!” she barked, the tips of her ears still burning a
bright red. “Burn in hell Naruto Uzumaki!”
Standing with an expression of loss, Naruto cursed his wording and knew he
should have demanded a longer show. Still, feeling a pervert’s blush warm his
cheeks, he’d gotten Sakura to show her boobs. And even more importantly, had
proven what he’d been suspecting all along. That he could tell the young woman
to do anything he wanted.
For a moment he stood in awe of the power, not sure what or how he had gotten
such a gift. But watching Sakura try and rearrange her bra from outside her
dress, he found himself not caring in the slightest and decided to simply thank
whatever great and noble deity that decided to smile upon him.
Unfortunately, before he had the chance cheer, Kakashi Hatake appeared in a
swirl of leaves, his happy go lucky expression as plain ever “Yo,” he greeted
with a small wave of his hand.
By then, all of the genin had long since gotten used to his tardy tendencies.
Rather than shout out in outrage, the resigned themselves to a heated glare,
one the one eyed scarecrow received with smile.
If the experienced Jounin took the time to notice the atmosphere surroundings
his students, it didn’t show. “I don’t want to give away the surprise but
little bird told me the Hokage has a certain landfill that needs cleaning with
team seven’s name on it. Though try not to get too excited. We still have
practice to get through.” His eye turned up joy.
Naruto stared at his teacher very much like a child who had just has his toy
taken away. He didn’t have time for training, not now! And he sure as hell
didn’t have time waste picking up trash. Unfortunately, ninja didn’t have the
curtesy of sick days. Floundering, he looked from his crush to his teacher in
desperation.
Ignoring the strangest of his student’s behavior, Kakashi’s motioned for his
students to begin walking towards their usual training ground. Dipping into his
pocket, a familiar orange book soon appeared into view.
Nearly left behind, Naruto stared at his team walk away with tears in his eyes.
God damn it! If only to he could control Kakashi like Sakura! But beginning to
hurry after his team, an idea struck. Who said Sakura was the only one?
Glancing at Sasuke, Naruto remembered that he had been there for all of
Sakura’s ‘show’. And, while clearly uncomfortable, he didn’t seem all that
confused or suspicious. Almost as though he found Sakura following the blonde’s
instructions as natural. A given. And if that were true who’s to say this
little miracle was isolated to just one person.
Once again Naruto could feel his heart begin to pound.
Naruto’s feet stopped in the middle of the road. Sudden enough for his team to
turn their heads, Kakashi’s lone eye settled on the blonde, no doubt expecting
some kind of outburst. Something along the lines of, ‘there’s no way I should
be wasting my talent on picking up litter!’ or ‘future hokege’s cant be seen
picking up trash!’ Sighing, the teacher could already feel himself tire as he
slipped his book back into its pouch. “Yes, Naruto? Is something wrong?”
Licking his lips in anticipation, Naruto found himself stuck between
overwhelming confidence and complete and utter fear. On one hand he may have
gained the ability to get people to do whatever he wanted, the key word being
may. Yet, there was still the chance he was wrong and he didn’t want to be the
one to find out what happened to genin who though they could order around a
Jounin. So, swallowing, he found himself trying to find somewhere in the
middle.
“Y-You should give us the day off,” the boy boldly claimed. Responding to his
student’s words, Kakashi’s brow visibly raised.
“Oh really?” he answered non-committedly. He seemed to mull this over in his
head before finally answering, “Hmmm, interesting.”
A flash of panic over took Uzumaki features. “I-I mean, that is, I’m telling
you to give the day off!” he tried, wondering if he needed to be more direct
with his choice of words. And once again, Kakashi just stared at him, curiosity
playing in his eye.
“I mean-!” the boy scrambled to figure out what to say. “We’ve been working
really hard these past few weeks. it-it would be really nice if you did?”
swallowing against his dry throat, he tried for a smile. “Please?”
Not moving, the Jounin seemed to role his eye at the display. Finally, pulling
out his book, he turned back to the road though no longer facing the training
grounds. “Sure, I don’t mind.” He waved his hand.
Naruto visibly deflated with relief. This was something to remember. Just
because people did what he told them, didn’t mean they were different people.
Kakashi still being a cryptic asshole being the best example he could have
hoped for.
Taking a few seconds to recognize what had happed, a small gasp filled Naruto’s
chest as he jumped in the air with a cheer. It worked, it actually worked!
For a second all the possibilities filled his young head. Who knew how this
started, or how long it was going to last but at the moment he only had one
goal in mind.
Feeling a shiver go up her spin, Sakura’s cheer for a day off was interrupted
by the sensation of eyes leering at her from behind. Quickly turning her head,
she found herself flinching back at the sight of Naruto’s blue eyes seeming to
run up and down her body, a pink tinge dusting his cheeks. Every one of her
feminine instincts was informing her to slap the shit out of him. But she never
got the chance.
“Hey, hey, Sakura!” the blonde approached her, the biggest smile she had ever
seen plastered on his face, “tell me what you have planned for the day?”
Taken aback by the excitement in his tone, Sakura felt compelled to answer.
“Well,” she hesitated, “not that it’s any of your business but I guess I’ll
just go home. Probably take a bath and relax.” If anything, her answer only
seemed to increase whatever creepy thrill the idiot was getting talking to her.
“Can I-, I mean, you should invite me over to your house. That’s what teammates
do after all,” he smiled. And while the blonde’s reasoning made sense, Sakura
couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.
“Fine,” she sighed, her day of relaxation officially ruined. “Naruto, would you
like to come ov-
“I’d love to!” he nearly shouted, too excited to wait for her to finish.
Naturally the pink haired girl flinched back, all too eager to put some space
between herself and the blonde. Unfortunately for her, the Uzumaki followed
after her, actually wrapping his hand around her waist to pull her against his
side. Her nostrils flared with righteous anger. “Hey now, let’s walk like this.
It’s not that big of a deal, right?”
Pinching her lips, her skin crawled at the sensation of his fingers very not so
subtly groping the curve of her hip. Still, she decided that it wasn’t worth
the fight and finally just nodded her head letting him pull her with her
towards her home.
For the blonde, it was better than being crowned hokage. The girl of his
dreams, finally his. She felt so good at his side. Drawing in the scent of her
rose petal shampoo he sighed, his happiness finally reaching its peak. Then,
turning his head, he proved himself wrong. “Later bastard!” he called out, a
smirk on his face so large it threatened to split the young man’s cheeks.
There, now he couldn’t be happier.
In response, the Uchiha watched him go an uncaring expression on his face. He
seeming more annoyed by his volume than jealous. Naruto didn’t care in the
least however, and, feeling that he had well and truly finally gotten one over
the prodigy, laughed haughtily.
                              *Haruno Residence*
Closing the door behind her, Sakura sighed tiredly. The sourse of her
exhaustion, nay, seemingly her ever problem, was at her side still sticking
obnoxiously close. “W-wow, so this is Sakura’s room, huh?” he laughed. Nervous,
his chuckling boomed louder than intended causing the Pink haired girl to
flinch.
“Geez, you gotta be so freakin noisy? She glared. Shrinking back, the blonde
still tried to smile.
“he-he, you got it!” Naruto loudly claimed, breaking the vow he had just made.
Not expecting anything less from the blond, Sakura simply rolled her eyes
before walking over to her bed, dropping down on her butt. She eyed her
teammate with caution.
Never in a million years did she think Naruto Uzumaki would be able to talk his
way into her house, much less her room. And by the dumbfounded expression his
face, he felt the same. Now the young woman found herself in the awkward
position of getting him out as fast as possible.
“Hey, Naru-
“Sakura!” Naruto suddenly blurted cutting her off. Blinking, the pink haired
girl held back from yelling at the blond, once again, for his loud outburst and
simply sighed.
“y-yea?” she found herself suddenly nervous. Then again, who wouldn’t be when
their friend suddenly started acting like he had a bad rash?
Shifting from foot to foot, the young man seemed to glance in every direction
but her. Even stranger was the bright red color blooming beneath his cheeks. He
was still smiling, but it was small, reserved. For the first time, the girl
found herself concerned for the obnoxious boy.
“Naruto?” she tried.
“I was just, I mean, I wanted to know How…” pinching his features, the boy
became frustrated with himself. Scratching his head furiously he turned away
trying to psychic himself up. All the while all Sakura could do was watch him,
wondering if what little brain he had had finally wasted away.
“Okay!” he shouted, turning on a dime to stand in front of his crush. His eyes
bored into her. “T-Tell me what you really think about me.” He pushed. “H-How
you feel, I mean.”
Feeling the heat under his cheeks, Naruto tried to hide his embarrassment at
having to ask his crush such a question. But this was his best chancing of
finding out what Sakura really felt about him. Without the bastard confusing
her. He was sure that she had to feel something for him. She had to feel the
same way. They were connected after all. He just had to get her to see it.
“Well…” the girl paused, an irritated expression on her face. She looked at the
young man remembering all the times she had spent with him. Her features
soured. “You’re annoying,” she started. Her tone sounded dead and without
mercy. “You’re always getting in my way and never leave me alone no matter how
much I tell you too. And,” she stopped, her face turning from irritated to
angry. “And I think you’re the reason Sasuke won’t spend any time with me. Just
because no one likes you, doesn’t mean you have to take me down with you.”
Seemingly finished, Sakura’s eyes dropped to a bored tone. “Anyway, I know I
invited you over but if you don’t mind could you leave?”
Listening to Sakura speak, Naruto found his hopeful expression dropping with
each word from her lips. ‘Annoying, in the way, no one likes you,’ it was even
worse than the last time. And now, he couldn’t even blame it on Sasuke. This…
was really how she felt. And Naruto wasn’t sure how he could handle that.
“B-But, hey, I mean, you have to like me at least a little, r-right?” he tried,
the pain in his features disguised by a smile. But the hurt in his eyes was
clear.
“I guess,” Sakura answered, though not very genuinely. “I mean, I like how much
you seem to love me. It makes me feel good seeing you want me that bad. Not
that I’d ever actually go out with you… again I mean” Still under the
compulsion of honesty, the girl was almost painfully so. And by Naruto’s
disbelieving gaze, he seemed to think so as well.
“But…” the blonde tried. Failing to find the words, he realized that everything
that could have been said, had been. And all of sudden he found his heart
aching with the loss if his precious person.
“Seriously though,” Sakura went on, “I don’t know when my parents are getting
home and I don’t want you here when they do. I don’t think they like you very
much.” Unfortunately for her, the boy standing in the middle of her room could
only stare at her, lost and confused.
“Naruto?” she tried after a handful of moments.
“H-Hey, I get it!” he smiled, looking forced and unsure. “You love me! Of
course you do. You just… need help seeing it!” from his words the pink haired
girl stared at the boy as though he was insane. And from the crooked gleam
glinting in his blue orbs, she had good reason to. “Don’t worry! I’ll help you
out!”
Grinning like an idiot, Naruto stood before the pink haired girl who could only
stare. “Sakura,” he smiled. “Love me. Love Naruto!” yet, waiting for his
teammate to respond to his order, she simply sat where she was, staring at him
as though he had grown a second head.
“Are feeling okay?” she had to ask. But the blonde only went on to stare,
waiting for what would never come.
He wanted to swear, he wanted to angry and hit something and somehow prove to
Sakura that he was better that the bastard would ever be. But how? Then, an
idea appeared.
“Fine,” he said, the pain and emotions seeping from his heart. “I guess that
won’t work. I guess I can’t tell you how to feel. It makes sense, kinda. But I
don’t need to tell you love me, because all I really need is to get you to give
me a chance.”
Sakura listen to all of this nodding her head as though she were in a mental
hospital listening patient. She didn’t understand a word of what he was talking
about. He just kept mumbling and pacing across the floor of her room. When he
suddenly turned to face her, she couldn’t help but feel nerves.
“Naru-“
“Go out with me.” He smiled, excitement flaring back to life as he stared at
his crush. “Be my girlfriend.” And this time he watched with satisfaction as
the familiar begrudged expression sprang to life on Sakura’s face, one that
looked as though she had just smelled a skunk’s spray. Thankfully, no matter
how she felt about it, it didn’t matter. All Naruto cared about was the next
word to fall from her lips.
“Geez, fine. Whatever.”
Okay, three words. But who cares. He had a girlfriend! Sure, she was still hung
up on Sasuke for now, but give her a few weeks of having him as a boyfriend and
she’ll forget the bastard in no time.
Jumping up with a cheer, Naruto didn’t even notice the dread on his new
girlfriend’s face as she realized what she had just agreed to. He was too busy
imagining how wonderful their life together was going to be. He saw dates, he
saw long lingering glances, he saw her reaching for him, telling him of how
great he was. And, given time, maybe she would even k-kiss him. At the thought
he found his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
His eyes peeked at his crush, seeing her slumped form from the corner of his
eye. ‘That’s right,’ he remembered. ‘Sakura’s my girlfriend now. And boyfriends
and girlfriends get to… to, do that kind of stuff.’ Unbidden, Naruto felt his
heart pick up speed in his chest.
At first, Naruto tried to shake those thoughts from his head, reminding himself
that they were barely three minutes into the relationship. He tried to tell
himself to be patient, to not rush, and eventually she would come to him. But
the memory of last night ruined any attempt purity the teenage boy might have
had.
Her lips, them on his dick, the feeling of his balls emptying into her mouth,
he could feel his pants tighten at the thought. It had felt so good.
Again, the boy found himself staring at his new girlfriend his thoughts running
wild at the possibilities. “maybe… maybe just a kiss?’ he tried to justify
himself. ‘We are dating after all. A kiss can’t hurt anything that much.’ But
walking towards the bed he felt his stomach churn with the implications of what
he was about to do. Without warning he sat next to the pink haired girl.
Opening her eyes, Sakura pulled herself out of her own self deprivation long
enough to send a queer glance at her boyfriend. It didn’t take long to remember
that they were in her room, alone, and now sitting on her bed. Like any young
woman she felt her defenses go up.
“Hey, Sakura,” the blond asked, scooting close enough that she could smell the
mold from his overused jacket.
Subtly shifting away her eyebrow raised in suspicion. “yeees?” she cautiously
responded. Naruto only seemed to smile harder.
“Were dating now right? And when people date they… t-they ah, do stuff like…
kiss?” Sakura felt her eyes go large at the blonde’s line of interest.
Without meaning to, the young woman felt her cheeks burn, a nervous fluttering
entering her chest. “I-I guess so… after enough time,” she felt the need to
add. Naruto only kept smiling, his face moving towards her.
“Then, don’t you think we should? Right? I mean, if we’re really dating?
Boyfriend’s get to kiss their girlfriends.” And again, Sakura felt a frown mare
her features as she understood what he was asking for.
“Um!” looking away, Sakura’s brow curled up with worry. No matter how she felt
about the blonde she couldn’t help the nervousness shifting her stomach.
Despite herself she couldn’t find an argument to put the boy down.
Before she had the chance, Naruto forced his mouth to pucker, stretching the
wrinkled ring as far from his face as possible. He leaned towards Sakura.
Turning to see this coming her way, the girls green orbs flickered about,
looking for a way out. Unsuccessful, a resigned sigh fell from her lips before
she finally gave in meeting the blond half way.
Being his first kiss, Naruto had no idea how ridiculous he looked. He kissed
like a child. But as the softness of Sakura’s lips met his, the gentle warmth
and sweat smell stole his breath away.
 It wasn’t passionate. Some would call it innocent even. It was gentle, hardly
a whisper of a kiss that only the young could enjoy. But for Naruto, it was the
world. And pulling back, Sakura could see it in his eyes.
The blue orbs glimmered as he stared at her face. Her cheeks flushed with
embarrassment, unsure how to respond to such reverence. Wringing her hands in
the material of her dress, she tried not to show her face.
“T-There,” Sakura looked away, an expression of faux anger on her features.
Licking her lips, she could still feel the rough, dry texture they had been
pressed against.
Naruto wasn’t fairing much better. Seemingly stuck in a daze, he stared at his
female companion in awe, teetering on reverence. Swallowing, he stole a deep
breath before carefully scooting closer to the pink haired girl. This time she
dared to accept the action.
“One more time?” he asked. His tone bleed urgency and need. He sounded very
much like addict begging for his next fix. And if he were to think on the
matter, he would wholeheartedly agree. He was addicted, to Sakura, to her lips,
to the power he was only beginning to understand. Sakura was forced to agree.
Without the comedic puckering, Naruto once again leaned in, turning his head as
his lips touched her’s. This time, rather than be satisfied with the chaste
brushes, he pressed his lips against hers enough to feel their supple
consistency.
Releasing a strange noise from her nose, Sakura’s closed eyes clenched even
tighter. She wasn’t quite sure how to respond to the strange new emotions
Naruto was forcing her to feel. Nevertheless, feeling her heart flutter and her
stomach churn she allowed the boy to do as he wished, even as she felt his lips
start to move.
Slowly at first, Naruto imitated what he’d seen so many other couples practice
in the dark alleys around the village. Finally he could understand why so many
people would risk doing something that made them look so silly. It had been
something to laugh at as a child. The way their hands pawed at each other and
the wet smack of lips against lips. But hearing the distinctly sodden sounds of
his own activities, the blonde could only smile.
After half a minute Sakura had to pull away, her breath coming in deep rises.
Licking her lips, she stared at the boy next to her in both fear and confusion.
It didn’t make sense to her. He wasn’t Sasuke. Yet she couldn’t deny the
delightful tingle that had spread throughout her developing body. More
specifically, centered in her breasts.
While she tried to deny it, she could feel the tightened skin of her stiff
nipples scrap against the inside of her bra with even the smallest of
movements. Unbidden, a sigh fell from her lips. The moment was interrupted as
Uzumaki’s lips descended on her. And closing her eyes, the girl was helpless
but to accept them once again.
At his sides, Naruto’s fingers tensed and relaxed eager for something to do.
Without breaking the kiss, the boy swallowed the last few inches separating him
and his new girlfriend. He wrapped a firm hand around her hips. There his
finger’s pressed into the softness of her female body, testing its texture and
feeling the strange and alluring warmth
Something about the girl’s kisses seemed to fill him with a kind of energy. The
more he tasted the pink folds, the more he felt in building in the pit of his
stomach.
Sakura gave an indignant squeak at the unmitigated advance but before she could
collect enough of herself to get angry the blonde’s mouth drew her bottom lip
into his mouth. And just like the girl felt her mind melt into a pile of goo.
Before she could think better Sakura allowed herself to lean into the young
man’s solid figure. She pressed the softness of her body against the firm
structure of his developing muscles. At the sensation she a small dizziness
seeped into her brain forcing her onto the boy even further. It took the girl a
moment to realize she was swooning. For Naruto! If she her mouth wasn’t
currently being devoured she might have even laughed.
More than once the couple had to break away, heavy breathes filling the absence
of wet smacking lips. Always the boy was the first to recover, demanding Sakura
as petulantly as any child. By this point she was hardly in any state to put up
much resistance. A testament to just how powerful hormones can be. Which is
why, even as the girl felt Naruto’s mouth open and his tongue stick out to full
her mouth, she could only offer a single tortured whimper in response.
Naruto breathed deep, drowning in the smell of a woman. Pressed so close to
her, he was surrounded in the scent of flowers and shampoo. It was amazing,
even better than ramen. And it only made him want to be even closer.
Pressing his tongue into Sakura’s mouth the boy felt his crotch tighten, awoken
by the feeling of her soft, wet muscle move against his own. Pulling back he
swallowed, her spit mixing with his own as it fell down his throat. Savoring
the minty flavor the blonde smiled before deciding to go for another taste. The
sound of Sakura’s breathy whimper filled his mouth moments later.
All too easily the young man found himself consumed by the pleasure of a woman.
The more he had the more he wanted. The incessant throbbing in his pants only
worsened the condition, making him pull her just that much closer.
Taking another break to breathe the boy was panting. Half lidded eyes stared at
the girl next to him with hunger that burned. The flushed skin, the wide eyes,
the swollen lips, they called to him as naturally as any boy his age. Fighting
back a groan, he felt her shift, falling even more against him as all of her
strength seemed to leave her. As a result her pink mop of hair fell into his
neck, permeating the air around them with her sickeningly sweet perfume.
Reaching for support, her hand fell against his chest, gripping the fabric as a
hold. Looking down, Naruto couldn’t help smiling, a smug and unearthly happy
smile. He moved his hand to cover her own.
Still gasping into the blonde’s neck, the up and down motion of her chest
rubbed against his arm. Naruto couldn’t help but take notice of the contact.
Turning his nose to the ceiling, he did everything in his power to avoid
looking at young girl’s chest.
Taking another long breath, Sakura exhaled, blowing against the sensitive skin
on her boyfriend’s neck. This forced a sharp and hushed gasp to fly from his
nose.
 Any resistance he still had crumbled with the wave of goosebumps that consumed
his flesh. And while trying not to make his intentions too obvious, the boy
peered over the girl’s head, the front of her shirt attracting his twinkling
gaze.
Sticking out the front of the garb, Naruto could see the small bump standing
apart from the rest of her breast. It was only then that he understood that
Sakura could be enjoying the moment as much as he.
His chest filled with pride. But even more, it emboldened him to push things
that much farther. He wanted to touch, to feel the proof with his own hands.
His own fingers. He hadn’t planned to let things get this far, but thankfully
it seemed to be turning up for the both them. So long as this continued, who
was he to ruin such a wonderful moment?
Oblivious to all these thoughts running through her boyfriend’s head, Sakura
simply continued to gather herself, a full minute passing before she was in the
right enough in the mind to pull away and look at the blonde.
“I-I feel weird,” she admitted, her voice shaking. Her pale skin swirled with
fresh and heated blood. The soft cotton of her bra continued to torture the
tight buds of her breasts, threatening to drive her mad. Even the simple act of
breathing sent tingles rushing through the small soft mounds. “Maybe we should
stop?”
Despite her words, the girl didn’t sound all that sure. She still hung off the
boy, hip to hip and her hand still glued to his chest. She looked away,
confusion more than anything else motivating her. She wasn’t used to not
understand what was going on. She was the smartest of the class, the top
Kunoichi of their generation. But this… they never taught this.
Responding to his girlfriend’s words the blonde smiled his usual bright and
cheerful grin. This only lured the girl into a false sense of security before
she found the hand on her hip shifting to scoop her up. And just like she found
her bottom falling into the lap of Naruto Uzumaki. Her mouth opened in shock.
“Hey, hey,” he laughed, disregarding her shocked expression. “Don’t be like
that! We’re just getting to know each other is all! Nothing wrong with that.”
Sakura took the words with a look of worry. Nervously she steadied herself on
the blonde’s shoulders trying to ignore the hand now rubbing dangerously close
to the side of her bottom. Rather, she found herself more concerned with the
hungry glint in her boyfriend’s eyes that were staring at her like a bowl of
ramen.
“But,” she stalled, her cheeks lighting up, “w-we just started d-dating.
Doesn’t it seem a little quick?” Trying not to show how fast her heart was
beating, Sakura felt like the thumping muscle was vibrating her entire body.
She could feel all of her pulse point’s beat in rhythm. Even worse was fine
sheen of sweet she could feel that had accumulated on her skin. “I don’t know
if- that was my first kiss you know!”
“Hey!” the blond cheered. “Mine too!” Sakura could only groan at his lack of
focus. Quickly, she knew she needed to move while she still had the mind to do
so.
“I… I-I think I need a glass of water.” Pushing off the blonde’s shoulders, her
leg stretched to touch the floor. One quick motion of Naruto’s hand captured
her thigh, returning it to his lap. Blinking at the blonde’s actions, the girl
tried once again to move only to find Naruto’s grip unyielding. Her eyes dimmed
with worry. “Naruto?” she hated how small her voice sounded.
“Come on Sakura!” the blonde loudly bemoaned. “You’re having fun, aren’t you?
Be honest now.” The girl felt her cheeks burn as bright at the sun.
For the first few moment’s the girl’s mouth simply opened and closed, unsure
what she was supposed to say. Was this fun? She wasn’t sure. It was something
to be sure, but anything past that left the young thing dizzy and a bit out of
breath. To say it was entirely undesirable however would be false. So, as much
as Sakura wanted to say otherwise, eventually she settled on a small but
confident node. Naruto’s hand squeezed her thigh approvingly.
“Well, see?” the blond asked, “me too! And I just want to have some more fun!
And I want you to have more fun too. What’s wrong with that?” this time, the
blond turned his face into the girl’s neck, teasing the skin with his lips in
quick, inexperienced pecks. Nevertheless the poor girl felt her arousal jump at
the sensations and quickly let a low mewl squeaked from her lips.
“N-Nothing?” the girl tried, her breathing suddenly picking up. Oh how quickly
he’d been able to pull her back into his web. Still, the blonde continued to
grin unapologetically as the girl gave way to his persuasion. Seeing her start
to crumble, he turned his attention to the white painted zipper dangling from
the girl’s neck.
“Yep!” he exclaimed, laughing happily as his one hand groped the bottom most
point of her hip. “Ain’t nothing wrong with fun! Sooooo…” he paused, drawing
out the word as he moved towards the top of her dress, “why don’t we just see
what else we can have fun with.” And before the girl could catch onto his
intent, his finger’s pinched the small piece of metal before pulling it down,
drowning the room in the sound of a zipper. He’d made it about half way before
the girl had pulled away.
Releasing a deep gasp, the girl looked down at the hand opening her dress
before she forced her hand against his chest. Wide eyed she held a single arm
over the opening while she stared at the smiling blonde who simply went on
grinning, as idiotic as ever.
“!” no actual words came from her mouth but hopefully the message still got
across. Unfortunately as the blond started laughing, Sakura had her doubts.
“Aw,” the blonde complained, “come on Sakura, don’t be like that!” If anything
his attempts to calm her only made the situation that much more tense. Quickly
Sakura could feel her temper rising. “It’s not like I haven’t already seen
them,” he reminded her. This only turned her already red face brighter.
“Idiot!” she screeched. “d-don’t bring that up!” but the reminder washed the
righteous anger right out from under her, stealing the wind from her sails. She
couldn’t believe what she had done that morning, or how the idiot had talked
into doing it. The experience had been horrible, mortifying and Sasuke had seen
the whole thing. Then again, Naruto had been managing to talk her into a lot of
things that day…
“Come on!” he went. “I’ve already seen them once, who’s it gonna hurt if I just
touch them a bit?” the green eyed girl gawked at him, actually speechless.
“Touch?!” she managed to squeak. But the blond was totally unaffected by her
scrutiny. Rather, it only seemed to make him even more amused.
“Naruto,” Sakura narrowed her eyes. “I don’t care if I’m your girlfriend, or
your wife, but there is no way in hell you are ever,ever-!”
“Sakuraaaaaa,’ the blonde groaned, interrupting her tirade. She stared at him
with fire in her eyes, but he just brushed it aside. “Come on, just relax.”
Then, feeling his heart pick up he continued. “Just enjoy it. Its normal for
boyfriends and girlfriends do this kinda stuff.” And crawling his hand along
her stomach, the blonde’s eyes twinkled as it rose to her chest.
“B-But,” Sakura stammered, fire burning under her cheeks. For whatever reason
she found herself unable to stop him. “I-I…”
“Don’t worry so much,” Naruto grinned, watching the girl’s cheeks change
colors. Finally, reaching the metal of her zipper he continued where he had
been so rudely interrupted.
Sakura closed her eyes, trying to ignore the sound of a zipper as it fell to
her stomach. Unfortunately, feeling the blonde’s heated hand fall to her
stomach, she couldn’t suppress a groan from slipping past her lips.
In contrast to Sakura’s hell, Naruto was in heaven. Sucking in hot air through
flared nostrils, the young man could feel his excitement mounting as he felt
Sakura’s warm skin under his fingertips. More than once he found himself
needing to swallow to keep himself from drooling.
Despite her reservations, the girl couldn’t disguise the twin points still
peeking out the front of her cloth bra. As Naruto’s hand finally descended on
the developing mound, all the girl’s fears came true as the engorged nub
responded to the stimulation, a spark of electricity resounding throughout the
bub of flesh and right down to between her legs. Sakura cringed.
If she thought the blond was done, she was sorely mistaken. Now having finally
taken hold of her breast, he was taking his time familiarizing himself with
female anatomy. She could hear him breathing heavily. She could feel it on her
exposed skin. Because of their position he was that much closer to her chest.
His face resting mere inches away.
Despite the distinct lack of flesh, Naruto found himself thoroughly enjoying
himself as his palm rubbed against Sakura’s chest.  Hearing her gasp, feeling
the tight pebble of her nipple against his palm, it was all he ever wanted and
more. And he knew it could be even better.
“Sakura,” he called. Said pink haired girl opened her eyes, shame lancing her
features as she was forced to meet her boyfriend’s eyes. Seeing that he had her
attention, he grinned before fingering the hem of her bra. “Hey, any chance I
could talk you out of this thing? I… was kinda hoping to get a better look this
time around.” And just like he expected, her lust hazed eyes opened wide at his
request, worry pleading from her every pore.
“B-But,” she stammered, covering her chest with her arm. “Hey, how far are you
going to take this? Seriously, s-stop joking around. I’m going to start getting
annoyed.” Trying to sound tough, the girl barely managed to get the words out,
distracted by the finer still stroking around the base of her feminine curves.
Still, the blue eyed boy just stared at her, waiting for her to give into his
request, as though he knew she would give in. And if she was being honest, part
of her knew as well.
Shrugging her shoulder’s out of her dress, the rest of the material pooled
around her lap. Afterwards the young woman reached around her back, pressing
her small mounds into the blonde’s face as he kept her firmly in his lap. He
didn’t seem to mind in the lease, grinning a stupid grin as he leaned into soft
skin. Sakura felt him do this, trying her hardest not to look upset. The weight
of stripping out of her top was a far more pressing issue the Naruto being an
idiot.
Despite her early age, the young woman had already developed a small insecurity
for her less than developed chest. In comparison to her classmates, and
especially Ino, she still felt years left behind. But Naruto wanted to see them
and now she was going to show him, again. Pinching her features tight she felt
the hooks come lose and with them, her bra.
As soon as he notices the straps around her shoulders go slack, the blond
turned from the girl’s breast to watch her shrug out of her bra. Soon, the
gentle pink color of her nipples came into view, now flushed with a darker red
color and as hard as any stone. The difference from before was obvious, to both
of them. And seeing the state of her body’s arousal, Sakura found herself
praying for any kind of natural disaster. Unfortunately, another wouldn’t
happen so soon.
“T-There not very big…” Sakura found herself apologizing, as though she cared
about pleasing Naruto of all people. But Naruto or not, this was still the
first boy to see this much of her body in her life. And the girl in her found
herself needing his approval. Thankfully, Naruto was always ready to please.
“They’re beautiful,” the blond answered. Hearing the awe in her teammates tone,
the girl couldn’t help but turn her face to peek at his expression. Seeing his
blue orbs trained on her naked breasts, approval glittering in each eye, Sakura
felt her body flushing with embarrassment. But, a good kind. One that made
actually kind of happy she’d let Naruto see her. And without being aware of it,
the girl found her hunched shoulder’s straightening, offering the young man an
even better view.
“Idiot,” she muttered. But looking away, the young woman seemed anything but
annoyed.
This time as Naruto started to play with Sakura’s breasts, he was more careful,
touching the nipple directly instead of palming the entire mound. He was
fascinated, enthralled at his first real experience with a breast. And his
expression showed it. Everything but staring open mouthed, the blonde looked
nearly simple minded as he stared face to face with a breast. And that it was
Sakura’s only made it that much more.
In the beginning, he seemed more interested in playing with it than anything
else. Out the corner of her eye, his girlfriend watched him, half mortified,
half amused as he poked and prodded the budding breast. Unfortunately that
amusement ended just as soon as he opened his mouth, latching onto her exposed
nub like a new born baby.
“!” Managing to at least refrain from throwing herself off of the boy this
time, Sakura gripped the boy’s shoulder to the point of pain. “W-What the hell
are you doing, idiot!?” fighting to keep her blush down, the strange sensation
of a pair of his mouth sucking at her nipple made any attempt futile.
Naruto pulled himself back, releasing the nub with an audible, ‘pop!’ “I saw it
a movie Sakura! It’s supposed to make you feel really good!” he swore, and
without waiting for a response he went right back to her breast earning yet
another disbelieving squeal to fly from her lips.
“What the hell kind of movie were you watching, pervert?!” she yelled. But it
was fairly obvious.
In the development of his famous sexy technique, the young man had spent more
than a day gathering research on what best affected the perverts of the
village. That included magazines, picture books, and, yes, movies. Movies that
he learned much of what he was practicing on his young friend today.
Despite herself, Sakura found the strange sensation’s coming from her breast
evolving into something that, under the right circumstances, could be described
as… pleasant. Not that she would ever admit it, of course. She wasn’t some
pervert after all!
Yet, despite her many reassurance, as time went on the rough and slightly dry
texture of Naruto’s lips made her breasts warm and tingly. These alien
sensation’s only intensified as his hand rose to cup her lonely twin, his
finger’s pinching at the nipple.
Hunched over, the girl’s breathing had picked back up as she began to focus on
the strangely wonderful sensation’s coming from her chest.
Moving her hand, a quick lash of his tongue forced a gasp through the girl as
she moved to grip the back of his head. At the same time she looked to his
hand, blushing as she could watch him twist and turn it in all the best ways.
Before she could stop herself, a breathy moan filled the air. She pressed her
chest into his embrace.
“A-A little harder, she murmured, blushing immediately after she realized what
she had just said. But the reward was more than worth the embarrassment as the
mouth on her nipple increased its suction, drawing her nipple deeper into the
wet warmth of his mouth and washing it with its tongue. Felling the rough bumps
of his taste buds, the girl could feel her toes curl and her eyes roll into the
back of her head.
While all of this was going on, Sakura failed to notice the decidedly hard
object that had been poking her in the rear ever since she’d been sat in his
lap. Shifting and turning, the young man had spent the most of his time seeking
any form of relief. Finally, pulling his head back, the blond just couldn’t
take it anymore.
Blinking at the sudden lack of sensation on her breast, Sakura pulled her hand
from the blonde’s hair and held the arm over her exposed breasts. “W-Why’d you
stop?” she wondered, trying and failing to hide her disappointment. Naruto
could only grimace apologetically.
“Hey, hey,” he prompted, “Sakura… you gotta help me out, okay? I don’t think I
can last much longer.” Frowning in pain, all Sakura could so was stare in
confusion, completely clueless.
“What do you…?” pausing, the girl took notice of the boy’s urgent fidgeting.
Finally, the solid bar of flesh and blood rubbing against her bottom made
enough of a problem that the girl took notice, only to feel her cheeks
illuminate in response. Unable to find the words she could only stare at the
blonde in disbelief, silently asking if he was actually asking what she thought
he’d asked.
“pleeeeeas?” he groaned.
“W-W-What the hell?!” she exclaimed, violently aware the blond had captured her
hips and was now grinding into the softness of her bottom. Feeling an
indescribable sensation between her legs, Sakura all but threw herself off the
engorged boy. “No!” she shouted. “God no, no! Naruto go take care of…
thatsomewhere else!” standing in the middle of the room the girl all but forgot
her current state of undress.
“But I want you to do iiiiit,” the blonde complained, shamelessly exposing the
tent in his pants as he complained like a four year old. “You’d make it better
than I ever could!” but his girlfriend wasn’t hearing any of it.
“Naruto!” she shouted, shocked by his words. “What the hell is the matter with
you?!” turned away from the blonde, she acted as though just looking at the
appendage would send it after her. But, being an inexperienced girl, and a
curious one at that, Sakura paused her tyrant long enough to turn and peek at
what she had been sitting on for the last half hour.
Trapped in a pair of orange pants, the front seemed stretched to its limit as
whatever was inside pressed against it, desperate to escape. Knowing what she
was looking at, and knowing that she was the cause of its state left a blush
burning in her cheeks. Quickly she turned back towards the wall. “H-How the
hell would I even do that?” she asked, trying to sound offended. Despite her
best efforts it was clear she was curious.
“Like last night!” the blonde exclaimed, jumping on her sudden instance. “That
felt so good Sakura, please, please just one more time?”
Recalling the night before, Sakura felt her stomach lurk at the thought of all
the slimy white goop he had fired at her. God, it’d taken an hour to get it all
out of her hair. Not to mention two whole bottles of mouth wash. And he wanted
her to do that again? Hell no.
Sakura’s eyes flashed as she turned to face the blonde, erection and boobs
forgotten. “Naruto,’ she growled out, “that was the single most disgusting
experience I’ve ever gone through! There is nothing you can say, or do, that
will ever get me to put that disgusting…thing in my mouth, ever again. So you
can forget about it!”
“But Sakuraaaaaa!” the blonde moaned. Opening his pants he pulled the zipper
down releasing it from his pants. With only his boxers to keep him hidden, the
young girl could see it bobbing up and down the pace of his heartbeat. Feeling
her face warm, she found herself unable to look away. Naruto went on to
complain, “it huuuuurts!” then, before a lady, he went on to grip the throbbing
meat, rubbing it through the material of his underwear. Sakura wanted to cover
her eyes. “You didn’t mind last night.” He reminded her.
“T-That’s,” Sakura’s stomach continued to flip, the taste of his salty cum
still sticking to the back of her throat. “I-I didn’t… but…”
Watching Sakura at a conflict, Naruto could see his words wearing down on the
girl. And knowing what was about to come next he could almost feel himself
erupt right then and there. Thankfully, before he had the chance, a heartbroken
sigh fell from his girlfriend’s lips.
Staring at the floor, the young woman looked as though she were about to walk
to the executioner’s block. Nevertheless, she turned a rueful eye towards the
blond before glaring with all her might.
“Fine!” she barked, seeming on the verge of tears. “But only because…. B-
Because you really do look like you’re in pain!” and before she could talk
herself out of it, as though she could, Sakura forced herself to walk towards
the confined member awaiting her attention. She should have been quicker…
“Oh, but take off the rest of your clothes first,” the blonde added, smiling as
happily as ever as red surged through his friends face. “I wanna see all of
Sakura!”
“I- No!” the girl managed, blushing as she remembered she had been standing in
her biker shorts alone. With her dress still around her waist it might as well
as not been there at all.
“It’s okay, it’s okay!” the blond insisted, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically.
“I’m your boyfriend, remember? I’m supposed to see you naked!” Despite his
sound reasoning, Sakura’s brow furled in anxiety. Seeing this, the blonde
though for a moment before returning to his grin. “I get it, you don’t think
it’s fair. But its okay, I’ll get naked too, okay?” And before Sakura could
work up the words to speak, the boy in front of her started to strip.
Starting with his jacket, the blonde threw the orange monstrosity across the
room leaving him in his blue undershirt. Afterwards he moved on to his pants,
removing what was left of them as his penis bobbed up and down from the awkward
moment. Finally, lifting his shirt he only had one thing left to discard, which
he did with enthusiasm; exposing his naked dick without a second thought.
“Your turn!” He cheered. But Sakura was too stunned to respond.
Staring at her boyfriend’s naked body, Sakura felt all kinds of things in all
the wrong places. He was still young, and because of that still somewhat
underdeveloped. But hours of training and a high carb diet had left his body
surprisingly well cut for his age with all the beginnings of muscular body
already starting to take hold.
So surprised at her friends unexpected attractiveness, Sakura almost forgot her
end of the bargain. Thankfully, the throbbing pillar of skin and blood pointed
right at her quickly broke her from her daze.
Shifting from foot to foot, the young girl was unsure what to do. Technically
she never agreed to any of this. That hadn’t stopped the blond however. And as
much as she hated to say it, his sudden nudeness did make the prospect of her
disrobing somewhat less terrifying. Maybe going a bit further with this would
be okay?
Remembering how enraptured he had been when she’d taken her bra eased her
nerves if only a little. He seemed happy enough with that part of her, maybe
he’s like the rest of her as well? Not that she wanted to make Naruto happy,
honestly she could care less. But that feeling it had given her, it… it was
nice. And moving for the roll of red dress around her waist, Sakura found
herself somewhat hopeful.
In the academy she hadn’t even wanted to change in front of the other girls. So
the thought that she would be showing all of herself to a boy, it was
terrifying. Thankfully, the process was made much easier by the fact that she
had much less to remove.
Pulling the zipper down the rest of its track quickly freed her from the rest
of her dress, pooling the red material at her feet. Left in only her biker
short, Sakura tried not to feel too exposed. The tight spandex was enough that
the outline of her crotch could be seen if stared at close enough. She tried
not to think about what was worse.
Glancing up from her clothes, Sakura’s green eyes met blue ones as she watched
him watch her. It would be laughable, if it wasn’t such a scary moment. Naruto,
the blonde idiot that he is, sitting on her bed, buck naked. He looked as
though his eyes were about to pop out of his head when he was looking at her.
It was at this moment that Sakura realized how much control she had over the
young man. She’d done this to him. She was the reason he was so excited. She
was the one who he was staring at so hard. She was the reason his… thing, was
so hard it looked on the verge of exploding.
Emboldened with this confidence, Sakura took a deep breath before getting her
thumbs under the waistband of her shorts. “D-don’t laugh,” she managed, a glare
affirming that great pain would come to the blonde if he disobeyed. Regardless,
the girl closed her eyes tight before dropping her spandex and feeling her
crotch kiss the open air.
Rather than prolong the nerve wracking experience, Sakura chose a bolder path
and did away with her underwear at the same time. Now standing in nothing but
her own skin the young girl was completely exposed and for all of Naruto to
see.
“W-Well?” she stammered out, trying her best not shield herself with her arms.
Not that she cared, but while she was here she might as well get a second
opinion. And by the way Naruto was looking at her, she felt that his was one
she would want to hear. “What- what do you think?” The blond could only
continue to stare, his jaw actually dropped much the girl’s delight. Although,
much to Sakura’s horror all of his attention seemed to be focused on her, well,
center.
Seeing her drop her underwear Naruto immediately felt his blood rush in two
directions. Naked from head to toe, he looked at her, all of her, amazed at how
beautiful one girl could be.
Despite her depressing breast growth, the rest of her body seemed well on track
with a sparse accumulation of dark pink hairs growing just above the cleft
between her legs. “Amazing…” the blond droned, earning a fresh flush of red to
burn under Sakura’s cheeks as she watched him stare.
“Idiot!” she cursed, glaring. But under her embarrassment no one could miss the
begrudging smile fighting its way onto her face. Why did that have to make her
feel so damn… damn… happy?
Having given the blond a long enough show, what little joy Sakura had quickly
left as she fell to her knees for the second time in so many days. She reached
for him apprehensively. “You showered this morning, right?” She nagged him. The
memory of his sweaty cock and the horribly taste that has come with it still
haunted her. Naruto just nodded his head, his excitement bleeding from his
pours.
“J-Just let me know before you’re about to… you know!” the girl exclaimed,
blushing as she glanced at the thick member in her hands. “I don’t another
mouthful of your disgusting muck.” If she was trying to offend the blond, he
didn’t look it. Rather, he seemed happy just to keep looking at her, naked as
the day she was born and pressed between his thighs.
“You got it!” he promised. Sakura just rolled her eyes before turning them to
the bright red head of Naruto’s dick.
It looked bigger than in the dark alley from the other night, much to the young
woman’s dismay. And even more worrying was the steady stream of clear liquid
already seeping from the bulbous tip. Staring at, Sakura’s features twisted as
she brought it closer to her face. Finally, not willing to push it off any
further, Sakura’s swollen lips opened, swallowing the first bit of her
boyfriend’s cock.
A low moan filled the pink and blue room. Sitting on Sakura’s bed, this
position was far more comfortable than the cold wall of her house.
Much to Sakura’s displeasure, her cautious embrace of the burning rod was
interrupted by the sensation of Naruto’s hand find its way onto the top of her
head. Rougher than she would have like, she felt it force more of the meat log
into her mouth. His resounding moan filled her ears.
She allowed him to direct her movement, only so long as he didn’t piss her off
too much. But the pinkette was smart enough to know that the idiot knew what he
liked. And the sooner he got it the quicker it would be over.
Sakura tried not focus on the smooth skin sliding in and out of her lips. She
tried not to focus on the salty excretion she tasted every time her tongue
neared Naruto’s tip. She tried not focus on the sensation of his pubs against
her nose every time the hand on her head forced her down. And most of all she
tried not to focus on the horrible, wet suction sounds made every time her
pursed lips traveled up the veiny shaft. Which is why, being hyper aware of
every single one of those things, Sakura discovered there was little she hated
more than being forced to suck dick.
“Sakura,” the blonde moaned. Leaning back on the bed, he propped himself on his
arm while staring down his stomach to watch the girl work. Despite herself, the
young woman made the mistake of meeting his eyes. And each time it only seemed
to make what she was doing more horrible. She hated this, she hated him, but
more than anything, she hated her own stupid body for lighting up every time
she saw him watching her with that expression. Like… like she was special.
“Sakura,” he panted.
He was getting close, and the young girl hated how she knew that. The way his
dick throbbed in her mouth, the way she could feel his balls lifting in his
sack. By now the hand on the back her head had a fist full of bright, pink
hair. It didn’t hurt, too much or else the girl would have long since said
something. But the grip was more than enough to control her movement, becoming
faster and faster.
By the end point Sakura stopped sucking, choosing to give jaw a rest. Still,
feeling his dick piston in and out of her welcoming mouth, she could feel him
rubbing against her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
“Sakura!” he shouted, giving the warning he had promised. No sooner did her
name leave his lips did she pull her head off of his cock, only to realize she
had prepared no alternative to catch his juices.
In an act of desperation the girl reached for her shorts, pulling the discarded
material of her panties free. The image of them shocked her, and wanting to
find something else she knew she had no time. With a sigh of disappointment,
she sacrificed the pink garment, wrapping them around the head of his cock just
as it began to spew.
Without being forced to be on the receiving end of his jizz, Sakura found
herself oddly amazed at the sight before her. In her hand she could feel the
deep swell along the underside of his shaft as it carried pocket after pocket
of cum through his length. Each time it seemed to burst from his tip, getting
caught in the thin material of her underwear. But soon, even that wasn’t enough
to contain it. And Sakura began to watch as the white material seeped through
the cloth and down her hand.
It was disgusting, feeling it slid down her hand like a slug. But it was better
than allowing the blond to paint her walls. And quickly, at least, faster than
last night, the white goo began to taper off until finally slowing to a stop.
With a grimace Sakura pulled her underwear away, only to stare in disgust as
she found nearly every inch of it saturated with the blonde’s cream. With a
sigh of disappointment she dropped it onto her pile of clothes, knowing that
they were ruined beyond washing. And they were one of her favorite pairs too…
Panting like an over stressed dog, Naruto now laid on his back, eyes closed. He
rested, arms out and completely unabashed as his limp dick dripped out the last
few drops of his load.
“Sakura,” he panted. Though she could still hear the amount of reverence he
held in his tone. “You, are so good at that!” he exclaimed nearing giving the
girl a round of applause.
Still on his back, he couldn’t see the bright flush of indignation that flared
beneath her cheeks. “Idiot!” she snapped. “Who the hell would want to be
praised for something like that?!” but, knowing the blond couldn’t see, the
young woman still took a moment stare at his disheveled shape and smiled
despite herself.
“S-sit up on the bed.” He responded after a full minute and a half.
Whipping his brow with the back of his hand, the blond was back to smiling as
he watched Sakura rise from the floor, a position she didn’t seem to enjoy.
Feeling her cover’s meet her bare bottom, the pink haired girl immediately
turned her head away, the fact that they were both still naked a clear fact.
Sakura felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind. She stiffened before
cautiously relaxing into the blonde’s embrace. The feeling of his skin against
her’s was warm and strangely comforting after her experience. Still, she was
very aware of his penis inches from her side.
“Seriously,” the blonde spoke, his tone calm and much smoother than she was
used to. “That felt amazing, you’re the best, most beautiful girlfriend a guy
could ever have.”
At the sudden praise Sakura found herself unsure what to say. Finally, biting
her lip her eyes stared at the floor as she tried to keep her voice level. “Um,
sure… thanks.”
She wasn’t used to being praised, not by her peers at least. The teachers,
sure, her parents, of course but people her own age? Not ever. Not since Ino
anyways. So hearing the boy recognize not only her abilities, but also her
looks, Sakura found herself actually touched. Which is why, when Naruto turned
her face for another open mouthed kiss, she didn’t find herself minding quite
so much, even going as far as to meet his tongue half way before allowing him
into her mouth.
For the next few minutes, Sakura stay like this, neck craned and hands resting
on the bed to keep herself steady. Naruto moved his lips slowly against her
own, savoring the halfway tender moment. Of all the things they’d done that
day, Sakura found herself enjoying this part the most. He was being really nice
to her, gentle almost. It made her feel cherished. So much so that she hardly
noticed him leading her farther onto the bed. Even as he laid her on her back,
his form hovering above. It wasn’t until his lips shifted to reach the corner
of her neck, that the girl realized the position she’d been put in.
Moaning, her hands pressed into the firmness of his chest. “N-Naruto?” she
gasped, the sensation of his lips nipping at her neck confusing her. But the
blond just hummed in response, feeling his limp member rise to its former
hardness.
“Hey,” he whispered as he neared her ear, “it’s okay, right? You don’t mind if
we keep going?” Not waiting for her to answer, his hand subtly moved from her
shoulder to cup her breast, his thumb rubbing against her nipple. All the pink
haired girl could do was gasp, the implications almost too much for her to
handle.
“N-no!” she blushed, color swirling in her cheeks as she looked up at her
boyfriend. “Naruto!” But he wasn’t listening. Instead he busied himself,
playing with the girls breast and sensitive skin. Feeling both attacks at once,
the girl couldn’t help but mewl, her legs shifting in strange ways as the
sensations tingled her toes.
“What’s the matter, huh?” he asked, smiling into her neck as he listened to the
gentle noises she was making. At the same time he abandoned her breast to
caress the plain of her ribs before moving even further. Like this, his
surprisingly nimble fingers eventually made their way the girls hip.
Feeling his hand move, a gentle gasp filled her small frame. She dug her nails
into his chest. “I… I,” she tried to speak, but couldn’t. Instead the poor girl
simply groaned, pressing her forehead into the blonde’s shoulder as his hand
brushed over the hill of her leg into her inner thigh.
“Hmm?” the blond asked. Moving from over the pink haired girl, the boy fell to
his side pressing himself against her. As a result, Sakura flushed a deep red
as she realized she could feel her teammates newly erect penis pressing into
her side. Thankfully, she was much too concerned with a certain blonde’s hand
that was slowly but surely making its way up her thigh.
On her back the girl had her legs pressed securely together, her last defense
against the smooth talking boy. Naruto stayed where he was, resisting the urge
to press past the stubborn limbs. He knew a better way.
Sakura was too slow to stop him as his lips moved to recapture hers. all she
managed was to lay a single hand on his shoulder’s which quickly went slack as
soon as that damn tongue of his wormed its way inside making all kinds of a
mess of her brain.
“See, see?” he urged, breaking the kiss just long enough for his breath to wash
across her face with every word. “This isn’t so bad, right?” he stared into her
glazed over eyes, knowing that she wouldn’t respond.
Was it so bad? Sakura was having trouble remembering. What was she not supposed
to do? It was getting so hard to think.
Unconsciously, the girl rubbed her thighs together searching for the contact
her body craved. No matter where she was touched it all seemed to focus down
there. And with Naruto’s hand so close, it was so tempting to let him have what
he asked. Sakura’s legs slowly began to relax.
“There we go.”
Turning to look at his lover’s lower half, Naruto’s eyes stared at the fluff of
cotton candy colored hair and how close his hand had gotten to it. As composed
and reassuring as he seemed on the outside, on the inside his brain was jumping
up and down in all kinds of excitement.
‘Sakura, Sakura, Sakura,’ he repeated, it was all his mind could handle under
sensory overload of having his long loved crush in bed with him, naked. With
her legs no longer crushing his hand he drew his fingers up her leg, feeling
the smooth and softness of her thigh. He could feel his breath deepening with
each passing second.
“Naruto!” Sakura gasped. The boy was right with her.
He could feel the wetness that had been pouring from the girl, coating her
inner thighs. “Sakura,” he answered, his chest thumping as he pressed the last
few inches. Before he knew it, he could feel a new skin meet the side of his
hand, softer than any other part of her. This was quickly followed by a sharp
gasp.
The boy’s hand touched her special place. Sakura eyes snapped open, only to
find Naruto’s blue orbs already watching her face. Not able to say anything,
her features wrinkled in confliction, an unsureness so profound that the girl
couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so lost.
She was only thirteen, still a girl by most people’s standards. Yet she could
only marvel at herself, buck naked and with a boy’s finger resting against her
feminine area. Her mother had warned her about this after her first period. How
boys would start to look at her, how they would try and talk her into doing
things she wasn’t ready for, but she’d been so quick to brush the older woman’s
advice aside.
“I’m not stupid enough to fall for that,” she’d said. “There’s no way I’d let a
boy talking me into doing anything like that,” she’d sworn. It was only now
that she regretted not taking her mother’s advice to heart. But, then again,
her mother had also neglected to tell her just how good those things would
feel. So, maybe they could share the blame?
“Naruto?” she asked, suddenly shy and demure. It was so unlike the pink haired
girl, Naruto could only stare, burning her expression into his brain as best as
he could.
“C-Can I?” he asked her. Once again the girl felt herself become torn.
She was still so young, too young to already be introduced to such adult
activities. But every time she thought about pushing the blonde off, the subtle
shift would rub herself against his rough, callused hand and sparks would fly.
She was hardly moving at all, and it already felt so good. As embarrassing as
it was to think about, she could feel her core dripping onto the comforter of
her bed. Her body wanted this, she could feel that, but did that make it okay?
In a flash of motion her arms, which had been crossed over her chest, moved
around the blonde’s neck to capture him and pull him into a kiss. The first one
she had ever instigated.
‘Whatever,’ she exclaimed, throwing caution to the wind. ‘I don’t care anymore!
I don’t care if I’m turning into that kind of girl. Just as long as he stopped
the horrible throbbing. And no sooner did the thought pass through her mind did
she feel the hand at her vagina shift, piercing between the cleft and invading
the heated warmth of her femininity. Sakura’s back arched
It took some coxing, but eventually Sakura became comfortable enough to open
her legs and offer a better access to the swollen mound of her crotch. Naruto
was an amateur, but Sakura was a virgin, one who barely had the nerve to
explore even her own body. Thankfully, this complimented each other nicely.
Sakura felt like she was in heaven. Moaning into her boyfriend’s mouth, the
girl could feel his finger’s running up and down her slit. Every now and then
they seemed to catch on a spot at her peek that left her legs like Jell-O and
her brain very much the same. But overall, just the experience of having a boy
touch her down there at all was enough to force her blood flowing.
Breaking the kiss, Sakura’s eyes went wide at another new sensation, this one a
bit more invasive. “Shhh,” the blonde tried to calm her, feeling her tense
around his fingers. Rather than panic the girl stared with worry between her
legs, wrapping her fingers around the arm of the hand that was pushing into her
body. Her nails left marks.
Falling back onto the bed, Sakura forced herself to breath, getting used to the
alien sensation of something entering her body. It wasn’t painful, thankfully.
Her copious lubricant made sure of that. But there was a definite pressure that
left her frowning.
“You feel amazing,” the blonde whispered into her ear, praising her with a deep
sigh as his digit began to move around. All the girl could do was close her
eyes and turn into the blonde, letting his kind words motivate her to endure.
Thankfully, faster than she thought she would, the strange sensations of the
blonde’s finger began to develop into something close to pleasurable. And soon
Sakura returned to her lust haze, latching her lips onto the blonde’s neck as
he continued its massage.
Feeling Sakura’s lips on his neck, the blonde felt a shutter role through his
body and into his dick. Even more amazing though was the warm, slickness he was
feeling inside the girl’s body.
It was so soft, but strong to. One moment it seemed as pliable as uncooked
dough. But the next, the walls around his finger seemed to clench down with the
strength of a fist. It was marveling over this that Naruto realized a shocking
truth.
Woman’s bodies were amazing. Thankfully, Sakura seemed prepared to let him do
as he pleased and explore the glorious mystery.
Every now and then he made sure to whisper some kind of compliment. It seemed
to calm her down whenever she was about to panic. Something about how beautiful
she was, or how she was doing and amazing job, or how good it felt to hold her.
Every time she would glance up at him, her eyes unsure as though she wanted to
see if he was telling the truth. Seeing that he was, and knowing what she was
doing, her face would look as far away from the blonde as possible to hide the
startled blush and shameful smile.
In his core, Naruto could fee his dick throbbing with the stress of release.
Despite his early emission, the time spent stroking his partner’s sex
reenergized his reserves tenfold. Lost in her own pleasure she didn’t notice it
but with every press of his finger’s his dick rubbed against her hip only
adding to his torture. Thankfully, he knew a place he could put it that would
finally give him the pleasure he had been waiting for.
Pulling his hand from her honey pot, he stared at the clear liquid saturating
his fingers. He never meant for things to go this far, honest. Sure, he planned
to make her his girlfriend, maybe get in another blowjob if the mood was right.
But how quickly that simple kiss had evolved.
Leaning back he stared down at his girl, a nervous energy building in his
stomach as he tried not become overwhelmed. She looked so beautiful, just like
she always had. He tried to ignore it, tried to tell himself to walk way, but
he couldn’t. He wanted her, he wanted her for so long and now he finally had
the power to take her. All of her.
“N-Naruto?”
Opening her eyes, Sakura looked to see what had made the blonde stop. Upon
seeing what could only be her juices staining his hand, the young woman felt
her eyes narrow in embarrassment. “Idiot!” She barked, hiding her face from his
view. “What the hell are you doing looking at that? Jerk!”
But rather than shout or apologize like she was expecting, peeking she was
surprised to see an honest to god look of embarrassment on the blonde’s cheeks.
Perhaps the first of the night. Furling her brow in confusion, she could only
watch as the young man moved to climb on top of her, his face mere inches from
her own. Silently his eyes stared into her own.
Naruto knew he wasn’t the smartest person in the village. He knew he was
annoying, that he talked too much and got too excited and overall just couldn’t
control himself. But he was smart enough to know this was a serious moment.
“H-hey,” he started, his voice low and shockingly quite. “Um,” he glanced away,
not able to meet her gaze. “You… you know I care about you, right?” he asked,
suddenly vulnerable. Not hearing any kind of response, his eye flicked towards
the girl before quickly looking away. “I mean, for more than just, um… this.”
Awkwardly he motioned towards their naked selves.
“Ah…” Sakura hesitated. Curling her brow she didn’t understand the question. “I
guess?” she tried, “I mean… I know you’ve been asking me out ever since the
academy, so…” she stopped, not sure where to continue. Naruto’s face narrowed
impatiently.
“Yea,” he insisted, “but, like, more than that!” Still her green eyes only
looked on in confusion. Naruto sighed. “I just mean that this is important to
me. I-I wouldn’t be happy if it were some other girl. You… you mean a lot to me
and I want you to know that I won’t ever make you cry. I promise that I’m not
just gonna leave. And I never break my word!”
This time turning to look at the girl his gaze held, now filled with a fiery
determination. Sure, he may have tricked her into going out with him, and
kissing him, and all that other stuff. But it was okay. Because he was in love
with her. Which is why what he was about to do next would be okay too. Because
love makes it okay.
“I…” Sakura stopped her eyes wide with shock. It was everything she had ever
wanted to hear, except out the wrong boy’s mouth. And wanting to dismiss the
words, Sakura couldn’t ignore their sincerity, or the serious atmosphere
radiating off the blonde. Still he looked nervous. And him being nervous made
Sakura nervous. Too nervous to say anything, Sakura could only look away,
shielding her rosy cheeks from his view. But he wouldn’t let her.
This time, Sakura was surprised to feel a hand cup her cheek, forcing her to
meet the blonde’s blue gaze. Opening her mouth to babble, she was thankfully
saved from the fate as the blonde’s lips descended, stopping them before she
could begin.
Unaware, the girl had neglected to close her spread legs after Naruto had
withdrawn his hand. Because of this, Naruto had no problem landing between the
appendages, the head of his knob pressing into the softness of her pink pubes.
With one arm braced above her head, he kept himself from rushing her while the
other stole another taste of her youthful flesh. Over her ribs, he glided down
ward before ultimately moving to cup the delouse swell of her rear and then
down her thigh to lift her leg. Sakura squeaked, unfortunately this was all she
could manage with a second tongue in her mouth.
“Naru-,” she managed before his lips captured hers once again. It wasn’t until
she gave a hard shove that the blonde leaned back allowing her to look past the
small swell of her breast to the ridged cock poised to steal her innocence.
Sakura could feel hear heart jump.
“W-What do you think you’re doing?!” the girl’s voice violently shook. She
didn’t bother holding back at all as she smacked the boy on his chest. Wincing,
all Naruto could do was blush before feeling the smooth skin of her leg.
“Hey, hey,” he tried to laugh, seeing the enraged expression. “Come on, we’ve
already come this far.” Sakura stared, shocked.
“That’s… No!” she repeated herself. Looking between her legs again, she stared
at the pillar of flesh hanging off the boy’s body. Curved towards her face, it
would only take one simple motion to pierce her depths and steal her coveted
virginity.
In the back of her mind Sakura found herself picturing the act, wondering how
it would feel to have something that big inside of her. The memory of his
fingers was still fresh, not to mention he’d left his job half finished. This
left the young woman in a horrible state of blue balls that demanded to be
satisfied. But, she couldn’t. Not with that. She wouldn’t/ Sakura shook her
head.
“Sakura!” Naruto exclaimed, seeing the fear in her eyes. “You know it would
feel good. Where’s the harm in that? Don’t you want to see what it’s like? Rant
you a little curious?”
“But…” Sakura stopped, not letting the boy see her indecision. Of course she
was curious. Who their age wasn’t at least a little interested in exploring the
nude activity. But wondering and doing were very different things!
Moving his hips, the blonde tried to show the girl just what she was missing.
With the tip of his dick, he dragged it through the tangle of pink hair and met
the heated mess of wetness that was Sakura’s crotch. Both couldn’t resist
grunting at the contact.
“Naruto!” Sakura bit, but her heart was beating too hard to for any real anger
to come about. Instead, she found her fingers gripping whatever part of the
blond she could find, holding on for dear life. “D-Don’t…” but she couldn’t
even finish.
“S-See?” the blonde tried to smile, pleasure stealing his features. “Fun
right?” rather than answer, Sakura only groaned.
She was only thirteen, but it feels so good, Naruto wasn’t Sasuke, but it felt
so good. She was saving herself for her wedding night, but it felt. So. Good!
Cursing, Sakura could feel tears of pleasure welling up in the corner of her
eyes as the blond continued to move his pelvis, rubbing the length of himself
along the crease of her slit.
With every pass of his dick, his entire length grinded against the small pink
hood of Sakura’s clit. Very much the same as a hammer breaking stone, each time
he struck little bits of her control flaked way. So much so that feeling him
press his face into her neck, and hearing the words he whispered into her ear,
she felt the last strike break the stone in two.
“Hey,” his breath was warm even against her own heated skin. Feeling against
the shell of her ear, a shiver tingled down her spine. “It’s okay, right?” he
continued to press. “Say it’s okay, Sakura.” Reduced to a quivering pile of
meat, the young woman felt the last of herself break away, her eyes fading into
an expression of acceptance.
“O-Okay…”
It was less than a whisper, forced through the thick emotion clogging her
throat. Sill, to Naruto’s ears it may as well have been a shout.
“You’re the best, Sakura!” the blond exclaimed. Pulling out of her neck, the
boy leaned back onto his knees to stare at her still quivering form. In his
hand he gripped his member, the excitement of where he was about to stick it
clear on his face. In contrast, Sakura was shaking like a leaf, her eyes wide
as she watched the blond.
“S-Stop staring so closely!” she tried to shout, her face becoming enveloped in
a bright red color. With her legs still open to accommodate her partner, Naruto
had a completely unobscured view of her most precious of places. “I-Idiot!”
unfortunately for her, the blonde wasn’t paying her word’s any kind of
attention.
Following the small trail of her legs, at their center a prominent mound of
soft skin rose from the young lady’s pelvis. Split down the middle, the two
chubby lips gave way to another set, inflamed with the young woman’s arousal.
Deep red, they hung from between her cleft only quarter of an inch. Still a
young girl she was still developing, practically untouched. Though not for
long.
“Naruto!” she seemed on the verge of tears. Mercifully the teen obeyed, though
nothing could whip he smile from his face.  
 Sakura watched, hands, clasped nervously on her chest, as Naruto positioned
her legs. Lifting them both, Sakura wanted to hide her face as she found her
hips being raised, exposing herself even more. But as much as she wanted to
look away, she found herself compelled to watch. Especially as the blonde took
hold of his member, lowing it out of her line of sight.
Feeling the tip against her folds, Sakura’s hand dropped to her comforter which
she balled into her clenched fist. “C-Come on,” the blond swore. Looking at his
face she could see him glaring in frustration, searching from her entrance.
Swallowing nervously, Sakura waited for the blond to find her opening,
flinching each time he got it wrong. After a minute passed, she found herself
sighing, impatiently hoping for him to get it over with. But then, this was
Naruto, and while he would probably figure it out given enough time, Sakura’s
nerves were already frayed. Rather than sit through it any longer, the young
woman forced herself to breath before reaching between her legs.
“Just… let me,” she grunted. Feeling her hand around his erection, Naruto
blushed at his ignorance but moved out of the way. Moving himself considerably
lower than he had been aiming, Naruto could see why Sakura had felt the need to
step in.
Feeling the tip of Naruto’s head against Sakura’s opening, both teens flinched.
Freezing, Sakura kept her fist firmly around his shaft.
Breathing deeply, her bare chest rose and fell as she waited for her beating
heart to slow down. But it didn’t. If anything, the weight of the moment only
seemed to stretch her anxiety further. She knew it wouldn’t get better, not so
long as she was forced through this type of purgatory. For the sake of her
sanity alone, the young woman released her partner, discarding the last of her
reserves. Naruto’s hips pressed forward.
Against his hip, Naruto felt Sakura’s legs instantly draw against him,
clenching around his penetrating form. The blunt tip of his erection pressed
against her opening. Grunting in determination, he could feel the tight ring
protecting the delicate flesh beginning to give way, opening to his invading
member. Sakura felt the full effects of this, forcing her to grab her lover’s
arms as she felt herself opened for the first time. Finally, after what seemed
a life time, both tensed as the head of his member popped inside.
Naruto stopped for a moment trying to control his breath lest he pass out.
Using the moment to look at his girlfriend, she was staring wide eyes between
their bodies, half way between disbelieved and pain.
Already he could feel the warmth that had warmed his fingers. Against the
bulbous head of his shaft, it was a new sensation entirely. It called to him,
urging to force himself deeper into the young woman. Being the inexperience boy
he was, he couldn’t help but give in, urging himself forward despite the white
finger’s gripping at his biceps. Sakura yelped.
He could feel something, some kind of blockage stopping his progression.
Whatever it was seemed to pain Sakura as she turned her eyes to his, silently
begging him to stop. Despite the tears threatening to spill from the corners of
her eyes, he couldn’t stop himself consumed by the soft wetness welcoming him
into her body. Groaning, Naruto closed his eyes, before pressing his hips
forward one last time, blasting through the young woman’s innocence without as
much a second’s hesitation.
All at once Sakura seemed to scream, a short, high pitched burst of pain that
forced the building wetness over the rim of her eyes and down her cheeks.
Breathing through sobbing breathes, Sakura felt the stiff flesh inside of her,
wondering if she had been torn in two. This was nothing like his fingers, these
had been nice, pleasurable even. But his… his thing was nothing but pain.
“D-Don’t move!” Sakura gasped, her chest rising and falling in small panicked
gasps as she tried to make sense of what was inside of her. Thankfully, having
his member fully engulfed in the tight warmth that was Sakura, the blond had no
intention of doing so. Rather, he was perfectly content to rest his head
between her breasts, running his hands up the sides on her hips.
Sakura’s hand clawed the back of the blondes back, redistributing a fraction of
the pain he’d forced her to endure. In the haze of her pain, Sakura’s mind
raced.
How could this be sex? How could this be the thing everyone seemed to talk
about? This wasn’t fun, this didn’t make her feel mature, it just hurt. Really
really fucking hurt!
Whimpering, Sakura tried to keep her hips completely still. Even the steady
throbbing through his length was enough to increase the acute stinging that
lanced her throughout her lower belly. Thankfully, though it was a slow
process, Sakura could feel the acid like pain begin to bleed out of her. And
slowly, she felt her heart settle in her chest.
“Hey,” the blond urged. Looking up from her chest, he’d been watching her for
the last few seconds. Opening one of her clenched eyes, the young woman looked
to be trying to glare. The actual result was pathetic, and what Naruto saw
could only be descried as fear.
 Closing her eye after a few seconds she rested her head against the mattress
before sighing. “What, Naruto?” she just wanted the day to be over, for
everything to be over. The entire day had been one weird moment leading to
another. Unfortunately, Uzumaki still had plans for her. And feeling his hips
starting to twitch, Sakura felt her eyes widen, flinching at the sudden
agitation.
“are you okay now?” he asked, somewhat impatient. Normally he knew he would be
much more compassionate for another’s pain, especially Sakura’s. But being
inside her while unable to move left him feeling reckless. Before she answered,
he felt his hips move forward. His chest shuddered at the sensation of her
walls sliding over his shaft. Sakura hissed.
“W-Wait!” she exclaimed. Feeling him move inside of her, all the discomfort she
felt herself becoming accustomed came back, flooding her pelvis with needles
and blades. Reaching up, her face clenched as she waited out the pain, forcing
the blonde still as she held onto his shoulders. Considerably faster this time
she felt the robbing pain disappear allowing her to release her kept breath.
She glared up at her partner.
“Just give me a second! This fucking hurts you know!” she informed him,
hatefully frowning as she tried to find a position that didn’t put so much
pressure on her insides. Still, no matter how still he tried to be, this was
still Naruto. And as such she could feel him rocking back and forth in small
jerking motions.
“I’m sorry,” the blond smiled, not sounding sorry in the least. “You just feel
so good! I can’t help myself.” Rather than feeling flattered, however, Sakura
just felt her anger spike urging her to force her nails even deeper into the
blondes arm. Why the hell did he get to feel so damn good?!
Still, Sakura knew she couldn’t keep him still forever. And, by then most of
the pain that was unbearable had drained away. Preparing herself, Sakura tried
to get as comfortable as possible before relaxing back onto the bed. As long as
she kept her muscles relaxed it wasn’t so bad. Finally, begrudgingly she gave
the blonde a cautious stare.
“Go slow!” she ordered leaving no room for argument. Granted, any kind of
movement alone was more than enough to satisfy the blonde. And quickly he
reacted to her words, slowly drawing himself from her sheath.
Sakura felt the sensation of him leaving her, strangely without pain. Dropping
her guard for a moment, she found herself wondering if the worst had really
past. Unfortunately, this is when the blonde decided to push his length back
inside, returning all the pain she had been about to forget. This was going to
be a long night.
True to his word, Naruto satisfied himself, pushing and pulling his length at a
slow and measured pace. With one arm braced above Sakura’s head, his other
grabbed the curve of her hip as he moved his hips. Bellow, Sakura endured with
clenched teeth feeling each thrust with acute stabbing pain. Thankfully, after
a few minutes the young woman could feel the last bits of pain fall away
leaving only the strange and somewhat uncomfortable sensation of something
moving inside her.
Without the pain to distract her, the young woman found herself focusing more
on the actual act. Sakura could feel every detail of his meat inside of her,
down to every vein and ridge. It only cemented the reality of what she was
doing, that she was really having sex. It felt so strange, so alien, and so
impossible that she felt positive that it couldn’t possibly be real. But every
time she opened her eyes the same sight of a flushed blonde filled her sight,
face pinched in pleasure as his sweat dripped onto her naked breasts, mixing
with her own.
Sakura willed herself to relax into her bed, letting Naruto have his way with
her. She wanted him to hurry up and cum so she could be done with the whole
mess. Unfortunately, thanks to her expert mouth skills, his first and easiest
load had already been spent, forcing her endure this much longer session.
She could feel the force of his hips hitting her own, shaking her whole body
and the bed. As time went on the blonde noticed Sakura’s adjustment and speed
up accordingly. Now, Sakura had to endure the loud slaps echoing throughout the
room as his body met hers. Perhaps more embarrassing however, were the obvious
wet noises of his cock sliding in and out of her opening. Sakura’s ears turned
pink at the vulgarity of it, and that her own body could produce such a noise.
Shifting uncomfortably, the change in angle forced the length of Naruto’s
member to grind against the side of her wall in way that felt entirely new.
Immediately Sakura felt a spark of something she had been able to feel when the
blondes fingers had been exploring her depths.
Blushing, she bit her lip, unsure what she was supposed to do about the
discovery. It wasn’t as though she was supposed to enjoy herself after all.
This was just to get Naruto off so he would leave. But the promise of pleasure
was a tempting one. And despite the time spent inside of her, Naruto looked
intent on taking his sweet time enjoying their first coupling.
Biting her lips, Sakura glanced at the gasping blonde before shifting her hips,
trying to find the angle that had given her burst of pleasure. It took a
moment, and more than a little awkwardness, but holding onto his shoulders
Sakura felt her back arch as she managed to recreate her miracle.
Oh… wow.
Suddenly she found herself enjoy the act of sex a bit more than the dull
hindrance it had been. Actually, feeling the blonde’s head press inside her,
Sakura had to admit that she might even say it was wasn’t horrible. Barely…
Maybe. Probably not. Regardless of those thoughts, the pink haired girl quickly
found herself exploring this new opportunity.
 One result, she found, was how much more she felt when she tried ‘squeezing’
down on the blonde. It was strange at first, trying to control that part of her
body. But the reward quickly encouraged the action as she felt a pleasurable
wave of tingles arch the length of her spine filling her body with a wonderful
warmth.
Fairly quickly, Sakura found herself turning from a dead fish to becoming just
as active as her partner, thrusting her hips to meet his own and grunting at a
the best parts. Even as sounds of their coupling increased, both the noise of
their hips as well as the wetness from her crotch, it all seemed to fall into
the background, erased by the overwhelming presence of her partner.
As good as things had felt before for the blonde, as Sakura began to get into
the movements of his hips he could immediately feel the difference. Before it
had been like thrusting into a warm wet glove tightly smothering his member
every time he forced himself inside. Now he could feel her inner muscles
grabbing him, greedily pulling him deeper with each thrust. And her heat, while
before wonderful, had evolved into an ever increasing inferno that threatened
to burn his length off. It was only the overwhelming wetness that seeped from
her opening that assured Naruto that there was no actual fire burning his cock.
Rather, it was simply a hot blooded young woman eagerly exploring her body for
the first time.
Grabbing a fist full of the bed, his breath came fast as he felt himself
increase his speed even more. This brought a deep moan from the girl below, as
she found herself be consumed by her own cravings. She tried to keep up,
spreading herself even wider as she thrusted against his hammering pelvis. This
only drove her further as the shockwave of motion slapped against the hardened
bundle of nerves peeking from its hood for the very first time.
“S-Sakura,” he panted, his breath rolling out of his lungs as fast he could
pull it in. Sakura wasn’t much better, having been reduced to a gasping,
moaning mess. A puddle in the shape of her body saturated the sheets beneath
her.
Naruto gasped, clenching the quivering skin of her thigh. At the same time his
arm finally gave out, forcing his chest to mold against hers as they writhed
together. Their over headed skin grew warmer in the friction of their passion.
The blond couldn’t stop from burring his face in her neck, breathing the musky
scent of her body as his hips grinded against the inside of her thighs.
“Sakura,” he panted, running his hands along her body. He was getting close. So
damn close. “Sakura… you’re amazing,” he praised her, earning frightful whimper
from under the pinned girl. She seemed content with her legs wrapped around his
ass, grinding back with her opening against the length of his shift.
Although she didn’t know it, she was fairly close to becoming undone herself.
It felt like in course of their afternoon she’d dropped half her body weigh in
liquid, yet it just kept coming. From her mouth, from her skin, from there.
With every pass of Naruto’s cock it was as though he was replacing everything
lost, forcing more and more of himself inside her as he pushed everything else
out.
This was what was on Sakura’s mind the first time she felt Naruto’s semen
explode inside her.
Eyes shooting open, Sakura felt a flash of panic wash away the haze of
pleasure. “Naruto!” She gasped, panting from exhaustion, “not inside!” she
tried to insist. But seized into one singular muscle, the blonde’s face was
pinched tight in pleasure as he released everything that he had inside Sakura’s
body.
Gripping his shoulder, the pink haired girl quickly gave up her attempt at
moving him off. Instead she found herself submitting of the strange sensation
of being filled.
It disturbed her at first. She remember what it was he was shooting inside of
her, that thick pale smelly slime. On her face had been bad enough but to think
about him doing that inside of her made her stomach clench, though not as she
had thought it might.
Instead, the steady throbbing of his erection followed by the thick burst of
new gravy, slowly began to feel pleasurable. Its insufferable heat even more
than the inside of her womanhood. Before she realized it, she found herself
moving along with his cock, fucking herself around him as she tried so hard to
reach what she had been fighting to attain for so long.
“Sakura” Naruto breathed, spending the last of his seed inside of her. He could
still feel her wrapped around him, both her legs and her crotch and he felt
himself staring in amazement at the sight of his proud team member humping him
so desperately.
In a final act of passion, he felt his eyes dim as he cradled the back of her
head arching her neck to bring her swollen lips against his. Just before
catching them he felt his heart stutter. “I’ll always stay by your side,” he
promised, forcing the girl to open her eyes in shock just before he swallowed
the last inch separating them, and capturing her lips.
For her part, she hadn’t expected such a sentence to come from the annoying
blond. But, be it that she was currently out of her mind with horneyness, or
that she was just exhausted of getting rejected by the same boy every day, but
Sakura found herself actually believing him. And, strangely happy to hear him
want to claim her so. It was this moment that Sakura closed her eyes, returning
the kiss with everything she had.
It all made sense now. Naruto had made her see sense, just like he promised.
No matter how strong she tried to be, down in her core she knew she could never
be the same as Ino, or even Naruto. To people like them they made their own
strength, they were their own power. But she needed others to stand. She needed
their reinforcement, needed to feel their approval to feel good about herself.
After so long of getting rejected by her ‘love’, to see someone so devoted to
her, her will crumbled. For the first time in so long, Sakura let herself just
feel. She let herself become consumed by the person nearest to her. She
accepted herself as the moon she was and basked in the light of the sun. And it
felt so good!
Gasping, all the tension Sakura had been feeling collect in her lower belly
released, flooding her body with the most wonderful of sensations. Through the
haze she was coherent enough to see the blond still watching her, drawing her
in with his bright color as he stared in awe. Just feeling his eyes on her left
the girl flushed with warmth and just like that another wave of pleasure
crashed over her carrying her away.
Naruto looked down at the girl bellow him and could only watch in awe. In the
throes of passion a layer of sweat built up on the girl’s skin causing the
flushed surface to glisten in the lamp light up above. Her breasts, which
heaved up and down with her gasping breaths pooled with blood turning the once
pale orbs a bright red. As well as her nipples which strained in the aching
pleasure of released, wound so tight they could cut through any ultimate
defense.
Around her head, her long locks of pink hair was twisted in all different
directions. Nervously Naruto tried to calm her, running his clean hand through
the beautiful strands. Sakura hummed at the sensation, blearily aware of her
surroundings. Opening her eyes, the green orbs took a moment to focus. But as
soon as they did they centered on the blonde, surprising him as they seemed to
twinkle with a sort of warmth he’d never seen in the woman’s eyes.
For her part, Sakura tried to simply enjoy the moment, before her stupid brain
reared its ugly head. But that wasn’t her. That would never be her.
Naruto moved to slip out between Sakura’s legs, twisting so that his exhausted
form collapsed next to hers on the bed. Somewhat nervous, he tried to glance in
her direction, and gauge how she was handling her sudden deflowering. Sakura
was doing the same.
Her crotch still tingled in the aftershocks of her release. Other than that she
found the rest of her body somewhat numb. But it a really really nice way.
Mentally, she wondered how she should be feeling. If there was any way a girl
was supposed to feel after her first time. She wasn’t sure. If she had to put a
name to it, she was only able to come to… calm. More calm that she had ever
remembered being.
Her green orbs were hidden beneath her ashes. She seemed content to rest
against her blankets and just breathe. It was hard to gauge any kind of emotion
from her. If Naruto didn’t know any better he’d swear she was simply asleep.
Suddenly her eyes snapped open, flickering momentarily before settling on his
prone form.
It had been so simple before. One thing led to another. And before he knew it
they were having sex. He didn’t take the time to think about what would happen
afterword. How she would respond to something so sudden. His power let him talk
others into doing what he wanted. But what happened afterwards was completely
up to them.
For a long time, she didn’t do much of anything, her eyes empty yet searching.
Naruto returned the sentiment, waiting for her to act so he could respond.
Finally, she moved to look away, her naked form turning while her legs lifted
to her chest. This left the boy helpless to do anything but stare at the pale
skin of her back.
It broke him. Another rejection. He’d wanted to take his time and show her how
much he cared for her, and instead he et his dick ruin his one chance with the
girl or his dreams. To think that he had thought for even a moment that she had
come to care for him, if only a little. But it was a lie. Just another trick of
his own making. No longer under his jutsu her first reaction was still to turn
away. And Naruto… Naruto wasn’t sure what to do about it.
“Well!” her voice suddenly spoke up, shocking the sadness from his features.
Too surprised he failed to answer, forcing the freshly fucked girl to look over
her shoulder at him and glare at his ineptitude. “Naruto!” she nearly shouted,
eyes narrowed. “Jeez do I have to explain everything? Are you going to put your
arm round me or not?” this time her cheeks burned with her words, but her
expression remained the same. Naruto blinked like an owl.
As soon as her words registered in his overly stressed brain, the young man
jumped to comply. On his face he felt his cheeks threaten to burst under his
own smile. But he didn’t care.
Moving himself beside his girlfriend, he cautiously settled his hand on the
bottom of her ribs. This seemed to satisfy the pinkette as she relaxed back
onto the bed, albeit with a huff. Naruto tried not move too much as his skin
settled against hers, his chest against her back, and his legs following the
curve of her cradle. After a moment he let himself sigh before pulling her even
tighter against him, pressing his face into her neck.
Sakura tensed at his actions, but only for a moment. Just as quickly the young
man felt her lean into him and her hand move cover his own, still gently
rubbing the soft skin bellow her breasts.
Though he couldn’t see it, on the other side of her head her face burned just
as pink as the hair on her head. Though her expression was tight, beneath it
laid a look of begrudging joy, still tinted with the pleasure of her first ever
orgasm. Try as she might not to smile, the sensation of Naruto’s chest against
her back felt strong, sturdy, and, though she would never admit it, nice.
Before she was aware she was leaning even more against him, even shivering as
she felt his breath break across her neck.
“I’m tired,” Sakura mumbled, her tone not quite as hard as it had been.
Glancing over her shoulder, Naruto was gifted his first look at her expression.
So open, so vulnerable. For a second he found himself actually speechless.
“Will you… stay, for a bit longer?” and again, her brow lifted in worry at the
thought of him leaving so soon after their first time. This fear was unfounded.
“Y-Yea,” Naruto swallowed, nodding his against her hair. Sakura felt this and
smiled. But quickly turned before the blond had the chance to see her.
“Good,” was her answer, quietly whispered. Never the less, Naruto heard it and
smiled because of it.
Moving quick to get back to his position, Naruto reached for the foot of the
bed, grabbing the crumbled comforter that had been pushed down during their
activities. Without being asked, he draped the warm cover over them both before
reclaiming his place at her side.
Seeing the thoughtful action, Sakura felt her stomach flutter in a way that
used to only happen around Sasuke.
She wondered for a moment, how the brooding young man would have responded if
he had been the one in her bed today. Would he have held her? Would he have
worried about keeping her warm like Naruto had? Would he have even stayed? Deep
down Sakura felt like she knew the answers to all these questions, and none of
them turned out the way she would have hoped.
“J-Just for a little while, okay?” she informed her partner. “Don’t think I
want you to spend the night or anything.” Again she felt him against her long
pink hair.
“Okay, he whispered.
“And don’t think this means it makes me happy or anything. I just don’t feel
like getting dressed and I’d be cold without someone else in bed.”
“Okay,” he repeated.
“It… it’ll only be for an hour.
“Okay,”
“Two at most.
“Okay.”
Now a long silence permeated the room, neither offering a word to quell it. As
time went on, Naruto stayed satisfied listening to her slow breath. He could
feel her breathe through her back. And the calm rhythm felt peaceful for the
first time. Eventually, so much time passed that he thought his crush to have
finally drifted away. He was prepared to do the same when she finally spoke.
“Did you mean it?” she asked, her voice tired and small. Lifting his head from
his arm, the blond was shocked by its lack of hostility. She almost sounded,
scared. Sakura repeated herself. “Did you really mean what you promised?”
Naruto stopped for a moment, trying to remember what she could be talking
about. After a second’s pause, the promises he’d made came flying back.
‘I wouldn’t be happy if it were some other girl. I want you to know that I
won’t ever make you cry. I promise that I’m not just gonna leave. And I never
break my word.’
“I never go back on my word,” his course voice answered gently. “That’s my
nindo, my ninja way.”
Sakura didn’t answer for a time. Finally, after a full minute, she surprised
the blonde by turning to face him. Only to bury her face in his chest before he
could see it. “Good,” was her answer. And although Naruto couldn’t see it, he
could feel her smile press against his chest. “I’d be super pissed if I had to
kill my first boyfriend.”
Again the two fell into silence, but this time, as the moments passed the feint
sound of snoring began to sound from the young man’s chest signaling Sakura’s
decent into sleep.
On his back, Naruto stared at the sleeping girl on his chest and once again
found his mind wandering towards the question of if his use of his power had
been abused.
He had his answer, consequences be damned. After so long being alone, he
finally had what he’d always wanted. If he had to use this gift or miracle or
whatever cosmic magic that allowed today to happen then he would do so without
regret. Closing his eyes, the last thing he saw before falling asleep was
Sakura’s sleeping face.
                                    *Later*
A noise awoke Naruto, forcing to blink as he tried to make sense of his
surroundings. It was dark outside, much darker than he remembered it being. A
glance towards his chest explained his difficulty breathing. It also reminded
him of his entire afternoon bring a great smile to his face.
Still fast asleep, Sakura’s snores had grown in the few hours. Before what had
been a small nasally squeak was now an open mouth rumble of sound as she
drooled on his chest. It was a side of Sakura that Naruto had never seen
before. Unbidden, he found it just as adorable as the rest of her.
Running a hand through his spiked hair, the young man rested back against the
mattress, trying and failing to keep the shit eating grin from his face.
Unfortunately for him, in the waking haze of sleep and rediscovering the events
of the day, his mind failed to remember the reason he’d woken in the first
place. It wasn’t until the figure of Sakura’s mother loomed above him that
recalled that it had been the sound of a doorknob turning that had been the
source of his disturbance.
Only a small glance was needed to identify the frying pan wielded in her hand.
That, and two green eyes as cold as winter.
Well, shit.
Chapter End Notes
     A/N: okay everyone, this is where you can expect to see me answer any
     and all questions and suggestions you all send me in your reviews. In
     the beginning, I’d planned to answer all of you individually. But
     instead I will just answer the questions I saw the most.
     We Want Anko!
     Okay, for all of the thousands of people who were screaming for anko
     to be included in my list I can only say that I just don’t like her.
     I don’t like her design, her character, her motivation. I don’t like
     a thing about her and I can’t find a place for her in the story that
     I am trying to tell. If that’s so disappoint that you can’t go on
     reading my work than I do apologize. Feel free find another writer
     that more suits your needs. Now, this isn’t to say that it’s
     impossible that she will show up. If, down the line, I find a good
     enough reason to include her into the fold than I will happily do so.
     But I won’t be throwing women into the story, simply because she is
     attractive.
     Fuck Plot Just Give Us Our Porn!
     Guys! Guys! I get it, okay? I do. When you come here looking for a
     good time the last thing you want to find is a story that is
     interesting but lacs any real sex scenes. I’ve been there and can’t
     agree more. That is why I make it a point to make sure that my
     chapters have at least one good scene for you all to enjoy. That
     being said I am not in the business of writing mindless smut. Those
     stories that have no context or explanation for their characters
     fucking might as well not even be fanfiction. You could just as
     easily fill their names with two other characters and have the same
     scene. Naruto is an incredible world filled with incredible character
     and I want to use them to the fullest to create an amazing story that
     is both interesting and arousing. This means that there is a story
     that I want to tell that may infringe on some of the things you might
     want to be included. And while may not be able to write them into
     this story, that does not mean I wont try and include them into my
     next Naruto story if I ever decide to write it. So try not to feel to
     discouraged.
     Could You Include _______?
     I left Anko out of this section just because of how many people were
     asking for her. This is set aside for the rest of women you asked
     for, because I can basically give you that same answer. Look at the
     fucking character list. There is a character list on the first
     chapter that outlined all the women I currently intend to include. I
     know you might feel that maybe I just forgot about your favorite
     waifu. That there is no way I would have left her out if I knew about
     her. But listen, before writing this I did my goddamed research. I
     went to the wiki and I searched for all of the female characters that
     I would want to include. This means movies and filler. If the girl
     you want isn’t on the list, that is because I didn’t choose her. Now
     again, this does not mean it is impossible for her to be included in
     this story. The creative process is strange and mystifying. And if
     down the line I have an epiphany and find a way to naturally include
     them into the story that doesn’t make me want to claw my eyes out
     from plot holes, than I will try and do so. If there are any changes
     to the list I will let you know at the bottom of the chapter.
     Is this Pre-Shippuden?
     Yes, this story starts at the very beginning of Naruto right after he
     first gets his headband. Ive had some complaints about this, claiming
     that its awkward to imagine a bunch of kids doing all of this stuff
     and ive tried to mitigate this by raising their ages just a bit from
     12 to 13 and 14. Its not much but if you uncomfortable with this sort
     of thing than I invite you to read another of my stories with more
     mature characters. I like the design of most of the girls before the
     time skip more. Also I kind of want to explain this story from
     beginning to end. This means that I will be taking Naruto through his
     life collecting women as he goes through the cannon story. If this
     does well enough and I still feel inspired by the end of it I may be
     willing to write a sequel story that goes on to part 2. But at the
     moment I have no plans to do so.
     To Everyone.
     Even though this all might sound like I’m super annoyed or upset with
     anyone, I promise that is not true. I enjoyed every single one of
     your reviews and I welcome you to write me anything you want. There
     is nothing I love more than hearing from you all. It’s the reason I
     do this at all. Don’t be afraid to send me what you want to see in
     the story or what you enjoyed. Without feedback I will have no idea
     how you want the story to go. And especially don’t stop with all the
     praise. I still can’t believe how much you all seem to love this
     story. And if it suddenly stops I might get a little worried. So keep
     it up.
***** Chapter 3 *****
A/N: wow, been a while huh? Sorry about that. After the incredible reception
this story got the last thing I wanted to do was stop updating. Unfortunately,
after posting the second chapter I ran into a little road block that made going
further a little difficult. But I’m back now and I think you’ll enjoy what I’ve
done to further the story. Not a lot of verity yet but we’ll get there soon
enough. If you enjoy be sure to leave a review.
Tag(s): Missionary, Oral, Petting.
Girl(s): Sakura
Words: 11400
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                                   Chapter 3
Trees blew harshly in the wind of a cool day. To anyone it was just another day
in fire country. With light clouds floating overhead and the warmth of the sun
comfortable in the way it sank into the skin.
Nearby, one man stood hidden in a high tree. His one eye scanned the lower
area, watching for three figures slowly moving towards the same point. He
waited for them to stop.
“Team seven, report positions, over.”
“Crow is in position, over.” A bored tone sounded.
“Cherry is in position, over.” Sakura’s sweet voice answered. As the final
member spoke, all three teammates found themselves wincing.
“Naruto is in position!”
Kakashi sighed remembering that it was pointless to try and reprimand the
blonde. Instead he went on.
“Any visuals? Over,” the Cyclopes asked. Even though he could clearly see the
target even from that far away. Sasuke was the first respond.
“Crow, check. Over.”
“Move in.”
No sooner did the command leave their team leader’s lips did Sasuke’s blur fire
from the shadows towards their target. It never stood a chance.
“Meooooow!”
Gathered together, Team Seven stood around an irate Uchiha grappling with the
familiar feline, Tora. While the other two at lest attempted to hide their
amusement, Naruto openly laughed at his rivals predicament.
“God damned cat!” Sasuke hissed, his arms and chest getting torn apart by the
deadly claws. Lines of blood could be seen seeping from multiple wounds. “Can
someone grab this thing already?!” No one moved to step in. And so, stuck with
the beast, Sasuke found himself glaring even as they made their way back to the
village.
Clenched teeth and curses bitten as they flew from his lips, after another
handful of minutes of enjoying Sasuke’s distress a certain blonde felt his
smile broaden. Slowing enough to match his rival’s pace, a lone eye turned in
his direction to glare, as if daring him to say a word. Naruto naturally rose
to the occasion.
“He-He, geez Sasuke, can’t even handle a tiny cat huh, huh?” Hands propped
against the back of his head, his relaxed posture was only made more irritating
as he released yet another belly of laughter. He earned his team mates charcoal
dark glare.
“Idiot!” He seethed, flinching ever few seconds as the ball of fur and fangs
continued to struggle. “You think it’s easy you take him!” Expecting the blonde
boy back away, Sasuke was surprised when instead he simply held out his hands.
The Uchiha stared at him for a second, watching wearily as though looking for
the trap. But when a single swipe of Tora’s claw landed against his cheek,
Sasuke could feel a line of blood form just inches from his left eye.
This turned out to be more than enough motivation to throw the cat at his team
mate. If Naruto wanted to prove a point, then he could get his eye clawed out.
But watching the blonde catch the cat, Sasuke found himself surprised.
The cat’s substantial weight settled against his and Naruto wince at its claws
sank into forearms. Keeping a pleasant smile on his face, he spoke. “Hey, hey,
come on. Don’t worry. Calm down and let’s get you back to your family!”
Everyone in Team Seven watched with astonishment as, rather than claw the boy’s
face off for his troubles, the feline actually seemed to listen, dropping to a
ball of dead weight in his hands. It wasn’t happy, but he wasn’t clawing them
either. And that alone was enough to give pause.
When Naruto shot Sasuke his shit eating grin, the pale boy felt his temper
flair. “Geez Sasuke, guess you just don’t have what it takes.” The taunting
ultimately worked, earning the blonde a cold glare from his least favorite
teammate. He stomped off ahead of the team soon after, chased away by the
obnoxious sound of the blonde’s boisterous laughter.
Watching all of this from behind, the lone female amongst the three men could
only shake her head.
“Naruto,” Sakura groaned. She forced her way up to the blonde so he could see
her pained expression. “What have I told you about picking fights with Sasuke?”
Answering to the pinkette’s disapproval, Naruto’s laugher abruptly stopped,
replaced by an expression of insincere regret. A frown on his face, the light
in his eyes was unmistakably joyful.
At any other time in their life, this would have been met with outright anger.
A fist in his face and her voice booming with the indignation that was her
beloved’s insult. But this time the young woman found she could only shake her
head, subtly slowing her pace to walk next to the shorter blond boy. And Naruto
brightened all the more because of it.
Two weeks. That’s how long it’s been since she found herself inexplicitly in a
relationship with Naruto Uzumaki. How it had happened was still a little
confusing, and quite a bit embarrassing. But already anyone watching could see
the drastic change in the nature of their relationship. Naruto was fairly the
same, smiling at the pink haired girl with all his heart. Sakura thought, well
she couldn’t be more different.
Rather than marching along her past crush, she seemed content to match pace
with her new lover. Though not overly happy, her expression was pleasant
enough. Even bending down to get a closer look at their famed target now that
it wasn’t lashing out in all directions. Most surprising of all, however, was
the willingness to be touched by the boy who had once disgusted her.
Feeling his hand fall down to hers she didn’t even glance up. Smiling and
poking at the dangerous fur ball, she giggled at its grumpy face and bow. The
soft warmth and callused pads of his fingers were comfortable. Like it was most
natural thing in the world. And it stayed that way even as they passed the
gates into the village for all the world to see.
The rest of the team continued like this in silence, Sasuke and Kakashi
stoically silent as they were. Naruto and Sakura spoke amicably with each
other, which was still more Naruto talking than anything. But Sakura made an
effort to seem interested. And before they knew it they were nearing the
towering building of the hokage, only breaking their hold of each other at the
doors of the mission hall.
“Team Seven mission success,” Kakashi’s lazy tone drawled. Naruto, Tora still
firmly clutched in his hands raised the feline above his head like it was the
greatest trophy he’d ever earned. The Hokage could only smile at the show of
cheer, the bright red stamp marking the mission statement as complete.
The daimyo’s wife, one of them anyway, came forward immediately to accept her
treasured companion. Out of the blonde haired boy’s arms, it was left
screeching at the sudden spine crushing embrace of its master. They could only
watch in pity as it was carted away, a modest sum of bills being left on the
table as payment. The last of their business concluded, the team exited the
building, the rest of their day free to do whatever.
Kakashi was the first to leave, his obligation as sensei fulfilled for the day.
In a swirl of leaves he actually disappeared leaving his three genin roll their
eyes. Sasuke was next, walking off to the familiar destination of the Uchiha
compound. Neither Naruto nor Sakura was very surprised by the either of their
teammate’s actions. Though Naruto, noticing they were alone, brightened
considerably.
“Hey, hey Sakura!” Naruto’s eyes shined with their familiar brilliance. Sakura
flinched back, irritation leaking back into features.   
“I’m right here you idiot!” she snapped back, at perhaps an even louder volume.
“What have I told you about yelling in my face!” Naruto, the lovable goof ball
that he was just grin, the squint in his eyes angling upward in apology.
“Sorry, sorry,” he scratched at the back of his head. “I just wondered if you
come over today. I mean, if it’s okay? It’s been way too long, you know?” The
implications of his words were not lost on the pinkette whose cheeks warmed
considerably at the ease with which he broached the topic. Less angry and more
embarrassed, her emerald leered to the side while she attempted to appear put
off.
She supposed she should be getting used to this, but every day it only struck
her more how quickly things had developed between them. In that way especially,
it seemed like they were running off to get busy every chance they had. Which
wasn’t nearly enough by the blonde’s standards. A stark contrast to Sakura, who
could only think they were doing it too much. Surely that wasn’t normal, right?
“It’s only been two days,” she reminded him, her mind straying to the
aforementioned meeting. The pleasure, the humid sweat leaking down her back.
The impossible sight of her blond boyfriend’s features twisted in pleasure. Her
cheeks darkened just a fraction more. Though, not for any reasons she would
admit.
“Waaaay too long,” he simply answered. To which Sakura just rolled her eyes,
adamantly refusing to even acknowledge the twitch she felt in her lips. Still,
she supposed spending a little time together couldn’t hurt. The small flush
that echoed through her body at the thought certainly helped to influence her.
Young and full of hormones, it was hardly her fault. Even still, she trained a
narrowed stare at the boy, disguising any and all interest.
“Did you buy the groceries I told you to get? If I’m going to be coming over
this much there needs to be food I can eat too and I’m not eating any more that
disgusting cup ramen.” Naruto just nodded his head, a clone had been sent on
that little errand just before their team had met up.
“And everything is still clean? If I walk into there to find another mess like
the first time you know what will happen,” she warned and what a day that had
been. Nervous enough about walking into a boys home alone together, the sheer
amount of garbage and the stench that came with had been enough to peel paint.
Sex completely forgotten, it had been one of the rare days they spent together
fully clothed. She had spent the entire day ordering him about while he
scrubbed and sanitized. Shadow clones had again been useful but she’d made sure
he’d been among them.
“Spick and span,” he swore, confident that he’d gotten everything in order in
the hopes of another day of passion.   
“And you got better soaps and shampoos? My parents are suspicious enough
without me coming home smelling like…” she didn’t finished, the word sex
hanging in the air between them. Their reaction the first time around had been
bad enough. As if her mother chasing her first boyfriend out their house with a
frying pan hadn’t been embarrassing enough, they’d actually gone on to forbid
her from ever seeing him outside of missions again.
Well, if she hadn’t had any intention of dating him before that had been more
than enough.
Her mind drifted back to that night, humiliation flooding her body like a
chill. Waking up nude to the sight of her mother had been horrible. The simple
fact that she’d been caught losing her virginity was all she needed to scream
at her mother to get out. But just as stubborn and bullheaded as her daughter,
Mebuki had all but ignored her; choosing instead to glare at the blonde boy
flinching at her side. The next thing Sakura knew, she was watching him dodge
as her mother actually swung at him, earning a shocked gasp from the pink
haired girl.
And the things she had called him! Demon, Monster- Sakura had known her mother
was protective of her, but that didn’t mean she was prepared for the older
woman to attack a boy just for sleeping with her.
She’d been all but helpless to watch Naruto jump from the bed and scramble for
his clothing. He’d tried to reason with her, at least that’s what Sakura had
guess because he hardy even got single word out the entire time. All the while
doing his best to avoid the brandished weapon.
Pale bottom out for the world to see, he’d just managed to secure his pants
when he was forced out the room. Wrapping herself in her own blanket, she’d
watched, wide eyed as he was sent sprawling out onto the street.
It was mortifying, like something you would see out of an old film. She’d
hardly been able to watch him take off down the street before her own temper
had finally awoken, a deep and slow burning coal of anger that cooked even now
at just the thought of it all.
Naturally Mebuki had then turned her attention on her, sans cookware,
thankfully. Still, buck naked and more sore than she’d ever remembered feeling
the last thing wanted was to be screamed at by her own mother.   
Tell her what to do? She was a grown woman. In more ways than one now, thanks
to Naruto. Who she dated and what she did with them was entirely up to her,
thank you very much. And if her parents had a problem with that, well that’s
just too bad.
Sakura forced her thoughts back to the present.
“Sunset Bouquet... shampoo and Sweet Lilac body wash,” he struggled to recite
the items she’d requested. “Imported from grass country, not the Konoha knock
offs.” Surprised, despite herself, Sakura couldn’t help but feel touched that
he actually went through all the trouble just because she’d asked. Considering
what he was asking of her she knew she shouldn’t be, but it wasn’t everyday
someone paid that much attention to her wants.
“Well… I guess I can waste an hour two,” in the most begrudged tone, Sakura’s
expression belayed her reluctance as thoughts of their afternoon did the worst
things to her body. Such a state was only made worse when, without warning,
Naruto saw fit to through his arms around her in celebration.
Arms around her waist, he looked as though someone had just given him a life
time supply of Ichiraku ramen, or the Hokage’s hat itself. Impossibly happy,
just because of her, Sakura could only return the gesture, her thin arms
settling his on his back.
Seriously, what an idiot.
Finishing the hug, the two began to make their way back to Naruto’s apartment.
The stroll was slow and easy paced, neither of them in any hurry. Despite being
the shorter of the two, Naruto held no qualms about keeping an arm wrapped
around his girlfriend, as if proudly proclaiming to the village, ‘look who I
got!’ Sakura had, at first, been annoyed at the blonde constantly clinging to
her. But he’d somehow managed to talk her into it, and now she was resigned to
put up with the gesture, of only because it made him so happy.
That, and it felt somewhat pleasant to be treasured.
Naruto appreciated her. Of all the bad things that she could say about him, and
there was plenty, he honestly and truly valued her above all else. He might not
be the most handsome, or the most skilled, but when she was with him, Sakura
knew she never had to second guess or doubt herself. And for a girl whose life
had been nothing but insecurity up until this point that was worth more than
even Sasuke.
Feeling the comfortable warmth of her shoulder, Sakura allowed herself to rest
against the young man just a bit more.
Naruto filled the silence of their journey with a story of yet another prank.
Sakura didn’t care for them much, but it was better than silence. Plus, some of
them had been kind of funny. Not to mention difficult. Stealing and decorating
the village in Hyuga underwear? How did he even manage that?
Lost in their company with one another, the long stares of the general
population went mostly unnoticed. That is, until a certain blonde haired
kunoichi happened upon the scene, her two teammates reluctantly dragged along.
Ino felt her eyes widen at the sight of her one time friend and lifelong rival
in the arms of a boy. Closer inspection revealed the boy to be none other than
their class clown, making her shock even more pronounced.
Much like team seven their daily mission had just ended, just as mind numbing
and monotonous as every other D rank in the village. Free to do as they
pleased, it was Ino’s idea to drag her two teammates along, if only because
there was nothing left to do. Most of her friends in the academy had fallen off
after failing to graduate. And the few that were willing to sit through another
year of the academy were resentful on their best days.
But that was okay, because even if her teammates were a fatty and coma patient,
they were better than nothing. Usually.
Idiots aside, Sakura’s current position next her own teammate stopped her in
her tracks. And she quickly found her mind returning to that night. The one
she’d done her very best to block from every corner of her mind. And
considering her family, she could actually do that.
The alley, Sakura walking out of it covered in… something. Only to then be
followed after by Naruto, his pants still unbuttoned. The prospects were not
lost on young woman. After all, she’d been reading every issue of Kunoichi
Weekly since she’d entered the academy. But for it to be Sakura, and with
Naruto! She’d assumed it be a bazar hallucination. Or stress induced psychosis.
Asuma’s training schedule certainly made it possible. But now… well she wasn’t
sure what to think.
“You guys are seeing this too, right?” Shock, disgust, and awe bleed from her
words. Shikamaru, unusually alert, stared after the pair even as they walked
by, Sakura’s pink head resting comfortably against her date.
“Looks like Naruto finally wore her down,” he shrugged his shoulders, easily
getting over the event. “Good for him.”
“What the hell!” she answered, as if them being together was in any way an
insult to her. “If forehead was going to settle for Naruto of all people, then
why the heck did she get to team up with Sasuke? Talk about a freaking waste!”
Neither of the boys bothered to comment, already more than used to her
reluctance at being paired with them.
“This has to be a ploy, right? Like, she’s trying to make him jealous?” It was
the only reasons he could come up. “Ugh! That is low, even for her.” Then
turning back on the two boys, her fist clench. “Come on, time to have a little
word with little miss snake in the grass.” She stomped off after the couple,
not bothering to look back at the frowning boys. Neither was very excited at
the prospect of getting dragged into Ino’s drama, but then they also knew
better than to walk off without her ‘permission’.
“This isn’t going to end well Shikamaru,” Choji was the first to speak up, a
conflicted expression furling his brow. His quiet friend just nodded his head.
“Women are involved,” was his answer, a long and tired sigh following soon
after. “Of course it won’t.” Nevertheless, the two of them soon found
themselves following after their teammates, resigned to the fact that they were
going to get involved.
Sakura walked with her boyfriend, unaware of the approaching blonde. At the
moment her brow was raised at the story he is telling. Naruto, obliviously
continued as if it were the funniest thing he’d ever said. “-should have seen
it Sakura. The whole village chasing me at once! I mean, I’ve gotten pretty
good at riling people up, but making the entire Hokage’s tower look like a
giant-.” He found himself cut off, the budding frame of a young woman appearing
out of nowhere.
“Okay forehead, what’s your game!” Sakura stopped, her mind reeling from the
somewhat crude tale her boyfriend was telling her to the suddenly irate blonde
standing in their path. Narrowing her eyes, her answer was almost instinctual
as it flew out.
“None of your business pig! Who let you out of stables?” Smirking to herself,
it was only after she felt the body pressed up against hers shift that she
remembered the position she was in, as well as with who. Eyes wide, she
immediately attempted to put some space between her and Naruto, but his hand on
her hip kept her from escaping.
Truthfully, she’d been expecting this. As ashamed as she was to admit it, one
of the very first things she’d considered when dating blonde was how her rival
was going to react. Though that didn’t mean she was prepared. Ino was going to
rip her to shreds all because of Naruto. She tried to put on a brave face but
she might as well have opened a vein in a shark tank.
The last members of team six made their way to the gathering. Much less
emotional than their female companion, they offered a simply wave towards their
one time friend. “Sup Naruto? Good job finally landing Sakura,” Choji
congratulated.
“Good luck,” was Shikamaru’s advice. He would need it.
“Thanks!” was his overly energetic reply, to which Sakura flinched. Eyes
trailing back to her rival, she just sighed, knowing that hiding it from her
would be impossible at this point. And rather than run away, like her every
fiber seemed to crave, she held up her chin and stared the other girl in the
eye.
This had not been the expected reaction, and Ino found herself glaring all the
more for it.
“You’re dating Naruto? Seriously?” Ino’s abhorrence was clear in both tone and
posture. Which only served to rile Sakura up further. Sure, Naruto was Naruto,
but she’s the only one that got to insult him like that.
“He’s better than anyone you’ve managed to date,” she shot back, both
confirming their relationship and even praising him. The effect immediately
brought a smile to Naruto’s face, who up until this point had been mostly
confused by the altercation.
“Thanks Sakura!” he exclaimed. Her glare turned on him now.
“Shut up, Naruto.” He shut up.
“Oh my god, you’re serious,” Ino balked. “I thought he was blackmailing you. Or
at the very least I’d thought you lost a bet.” She shook her head in seeming
awe.
“And just letting you know, I could easily get a man five times what you
settled for. If I wasn’t saving myself for Sasuke, of course. What’s the
matter, he finally tell you he preferred a girl that looked like one?” She made
an effort to point out her own figure that, while young, was much more
curvaceous than that of Sakura.
Flushing a bright red, Sakura looked ready to erupt at the blonde, another of
their notorious fights already in the making. But something about the blonde’s
comments failed to tweak the particular nerve it usually assaulted. Naruto’s
arm still weighed on her hip, warm and solid. And she found herself actually
glad she hadn’t pulled away.
She wasn’t ugly, she was a strong sexy woman and nothing Ino could say would
change that.
Ino smirked to herself seeing the familiar vein in her rival’s bulbous forehead
begin to throb. That was the sign that she’d won. Arms crossed and seemingly
completely at ease, in truth she was well prepared for the punch that was about
to be thrown at her beautiful face. Which is why, when it didn’t come, her
haughty expression slipped- confusion taking over.
“What’s the matter billboard brow? Not even gonna try to put up a fight?” Ino
struggled to maintain the same level of pride she’d come in with, but her ex-
friend’s lack of response was off setting. Sakura, who was cooling glaring at
the girl, felt a fist curl at her side. But this time, she didn’t need it.
“You’re right.” The words were so shocking, Ino’s mouth actually dropped. But
Sakura wasn’t even close to done. “Whatever Sasuke’s looking for, I don’t have
it. And honestly? I don’t think I ever will. He’s not dark and mysterious, he
isn’t some wounded prince waiting for the power of love to come heal him, he
isn’t any of the things we used to dream about back at the academy.”
Her expression twisted, and her lips pinching as though she struggled to get
the next words out. “He… He’s just an asshole. And if you ever spent any time
with him that wasn’t from across the room or hidden in bushes you might get to
see that for yourself some time.” This time it was Sakura’s turn to smirk.
The constant care and reinforcement of Naruto’s attention had done quite a bit
in the past weeks to show her how silly she had been. For a girl like her, who
grew without the stability of a good base of friendship, it was easy to fool
herself into thinking his cold shoulders and glares were a kind of affection.
But since getting with Naruto, she knows what it means to actually be treated
right. So, as much as a part of her questioned what could have been, the
logical side of her, the one knew was right, could finally see that Sasuke
Uchiha really was a bit of a bastard.
Back straightening, for the first time Sakura felt… like she wasn’t in second
place. Perhaps for the first time, she understood what it was like to have to
look back at her friend instead of just struggling to keep up. And you know
what? It felt good.
“Naruto might be annoying, and an idiot, but I never have to worry about him
treating me any worse than I deserve. He doesn’t have to tell me I’m beautiful,
because that’s the way he makes me feel.” And that shut up anything Ino might
have been prepared to say.
Ino blinked at her friend, a surprising bubble of anger swelling in her chest.
What the hell was this? Who was this person? Because is sure as hell wasn’t the
loser she remembered. If anything, it felt like she was looking down on her.
And that was inexcusable.
“Fine!” Ino barked, the rage catching her for the first time ever. “Then I
guess you won’t mind if I steal Sasuke for myself! It should be more than easy
without you getting in my way. Not that you were ever anything to worry about.”
But Sakura didn’t respond, sadness more than anything else shining through.
Finally she just sighed.
“Sure Ino, go for it. I’ll even be your maid of honor. If you’ll let me.” And
do you know what Sakura did then? She smiled, an honestly happy smile that
shook her rival to her bones. Because she actually meant it.
Naruto stared between the two, fully aware that he had no part to play. Perhaps
his smartest move ever, he stayed silent and waited until Sakura needed him.
Her green eyes turned on him and he gave a nervous smile. One she returned in
full force in a surprising display of compassion. He felt her urge him forward
and he followed without complaint. Soon the two of them returned to their early
pace, walking past the other girl as though she wasn’t even there.
Sakura expression maintained its calm persona. All the while inside she could
feel another part of herself punch the air in triumph, the words, “fuck yea!”
screamed to the high heavens. But she managed to keep it in check, up until she
and her boyfriend disappeared into the growing evening crowd. Leaving the rival
genin behind to stir in her own juices.
Ino’s body shook, frozen by her own rage as the words of her rival circled
through her brain. ‘Where the hell did she get off acting so mature? Did she
think that made her better than her? That, just because she acted all cool,
that she was anything more than a flat chested billboard brow?’ Her teeth
clenched, and she felt the rage in her burn that much hotter. Because she knew,
even if it was only this one instance, she had lost.
Shikamaru gave his teammate a cautious, side long glance. There were very few
time’s he’d seen the girl get this worked up, and none of them ever spelled
anything positive. Choji’s thoughts were very much the same, the urge for
snacking never stronger than when he knew trouble was just on the horizon. The
bag of chips in his left leg pouch crinkled as he reached for its salty
sanctuary.
“It’s a trick.” Ino’s voice came out short and sharp. Both boys couldn’t help
but finch just by the sound of it.
When Ino’s face lifted, it was etched in an expression of deep suspicion. “It
has to be. There’s no way Sakura would ever pick someone over Sasuke, no way!”
her lips pinched in a thin line.
“I… don’t know,” Shikamaru offered. “I mean, she seemed pretty serious.” Please
let this just end here. Please. But when had he ever been that luck.
“She’s lying!” the blonde insisted vehemently. And this time she turned to
glare at the boys directly. Attention nether of them wanted. “I’m telling you,
it’s the only thing that makes sense.”
“Well what are you gonna do about it?” Choji, hesitantly squeaked. The blond
just smirked, the kind that no man wanted to see.
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about me. You on the other hand only have one very
simple job.” To which Shikamaru finally sighed, a skyward glance casting his
longing of a quiet afternoon towards the heavens where it would it now laid at
rest.
“What a pain…” he didn’t know the half of it.
Back with the lovely couple, they were just making their way up the stairs to
Naruto’s apartment when Sakura’s itching displeasure finally reached its peak.
Opening the door, Sakura stormed into the place actually feeling relieved for
its comfort. Little by little over the past two weeks, she’d been finding
herself feeling more at home in the once intimidating space. But right now, it
felt like an oasis.
Naruto meanwhile watched his girlfriend with a different kind of worry. She’d
been quite ever since they’d run into her friend and he wasn’t actually sure
how to make things better. To him, losing a friend seemed like the worst thing
in the words. People you cared about, and who cared about you? That didn’t
happen every day.
Dealing with Ino never failed to bring up old feelings and memories normally it
was easy to just set them aside. But at the moment she found her heart weighed
down by the image of a blonde little girl offering her flowers. But the biting
claws of sneering face and harsh words quickly tore through that image. And she
felt her emotions rising all over again.
“Hey, Sakura?” she turned see Naruto still standing in the door, anxiety
pulling at his normally carefree smile. “Are you okay?” Sakura stopped her
pacing to turn and look at his empathetic gesture. And she found herself
smiling.
No, she shouldn’t let Ino do this to her. She shouldn’t let the other girl ruin
what was going to a perfectly enjoyable evening with her boyfriend. Even one
that was as perverted as hers. Though, the way their relationship had been
going so far, Sakura had to admit she might be a bit of a pervert as well. New
thoughts taking the place of old, the now familiar tingle of anticipation for
what was about to occur came to life between her legs. Summoning the first
spots of warm moisture that she could already feel wet her sex.
What was he doing to her? She shook her head
Arms crossed, her eyes trailed away in a disinterested expression. “Well? Were
here for a reason aren’t we?” Naruto blinked, something close to his old
expression returning. Sakura could see this, fought to keep the small smile she
could feel surfacing off her face. “I don’t have all night.”
Naruto answered the only way he’d been taught, through actions.
In a matter of seconds he was pulling her towards his bed, neatly made just as
she’d requested, and began to kiss her as soon as they were both settled.
Sitting down, their height difference wasn’t nearly so prominent. And Sakura
got to enjoy that especially girly flutter in her stomach that seemed to appear
whenever she was braced against his solid form. That sensation spread
throughout her petit form as soon as he laid her back onto the bed, his warmth
and security bracing above her to maintain that contact.
The activities progressed as they both felt the mood increase. Soon enough the
Naruto’s eye sore of a jacket was thrown the floor. And the zipper holding her
dress closed was pulled to her waist. One hand under her bra and the other
braced above her head, Naruto seemed to surround her in a way the young woman
found herself enjoying far too much.
In the past two weeks he’d gotten much better at kissing. A lot better at
everything really- they both had. What with all practice it would hard to
imagine anything else.
Sakura liked the way he kissed her, she liked the way he touched her. Soft and
gentle, like she was something precious. Even if his lips were a little dry at
times, and even though the thought of baring her breasts still shot a sliver of
fear up her spine, she liked this time with him. She even found herself
thinking about it when they weren’t together. Her heart still longed for the
fairy tale dream. But as far as reality went, this wasn’t half bad.
They’d progressed far enough now that Sakura was out of her dress, the soft
pink tips of her now naked chest pressing against Naruto’s. Puckered and tight,
they continued to betray her no matter how stubbornly she tried to refuse any
pleasure in the act. It just wasn’t lady like. That being said, current
humidity in her underwear ruined that façade as fast as it had been conjured.
And even as that part of their time together came around, the throbbing in her
center did little to calm.
Sakura sighed, disentangling herself out from under him. Naruto allowed her
escape with perhaps a bit too much enthusiasm. At least she thought so. Then
again, considering he knew all too well what was about to happen it would be
odder if he weren’t smiling. Nevertheless, she’d accepted the act as a
necessary evil. One she knew she would regret later on if she let it go
neglected. At least, that what she told herself as she sank to the floor over
the bed’s edge, Naruto’s lap now directly in front of her face.
Her hand reached for a new by tissue box kept on the bedside table. After
collecting three sheets her hands went to doing away with the last of the
blonde’s clothing. Pants unbuttoned and underwear pulled taut, the full length
of his erection sprang free, mere in chest from her face. Her eyes narrowed,
and she made the effort to appear exasperated. Even though, even now the sight
of his appendage sent I thrill through her. Seeing it so big and swollen, and
knowing she was the reason never failed to boost her self-esteem.
Without even being asked her lips settled around his tip, the gentle suction
drawing him deeper into the warm wetness of her tongue. Naruto, still laid out
against the bed was helpless but to groan in pleasure. One that tickled his
partner’s amusement, the edges of her mouth lifting around his girth.
True, it was still disgusting, and yes, she would prefer not to do it. But she
had to admit, there was certain amount of power that came with chore. If only
for this part, she was in control. She decided on his pleasure, how much to
give and how much to hold back. Her devious little tongue had picked up enough
of his tells to know how to end it quickly if need be. He was still a teenage
boy after all. But tonight, after dealing with Ino and her bullshit… well, she
was feeling generous.
Sakura serviced him for a good fifteen minutes, her stretched jaw and lapping
tongue slurping every few attempts to take him deeper. Naruto, always the one
the give encouragement, applauded her efforts with a chorus of moans and
grunts, each one leaving his lips a little tighter than the last. Until,
finally, his hand balled the material of his blanket into his fist- immediately
catching the pinkette’s attention.
With practiced ease, she pulled off his throbbing erection, the aforementioned
tissues taking her place while her hand continued to work him to completion.
Like this, the largest of his load was spent into the paper, rather than her
mouth or underwear. And considering the alternative, Sakura much preferred the
easy clean up than to get another taste of this thick, salted fluid.
Naruto lay gasping on the bed, the first of his releases well and truly earned.
Despite his seeming lethargy, the blunt force of his arousal stood as turgid as
ever, the steady thumping of his heart mimicked in the thick veins running up
along its side. Sakura, took one look at the insatiable monster that was his
libido and sighed.
Naruto recovered quickly, as he does, and soon Sakura was back on the bed, her
bike shorts and underwear a distant memories they sailed across the room. Still
embarrassing, her heart thundered when her partner parted her thighs. The small
inner lips just peeking out from the plump outer mound. Naruto absorbed the
sight with glee, his excitement the same as if it were his very first time all
over again.
They kissed some more, their now naked bodies pressed firmly against one
another as their passion took hold. Naruto took this time touching her most
delicate of places, preparing it for his eventual insertion.
This was almost entirely unnecessary, and the events leading up to now had
supplied her with an acceptable level of excitement. Even still, he enjoyed the
slick feeling of her lips rubbing against his fingers, and Sakura the reverse.
It especially delighted the girl to feel his finger brush along the hooded nub
above her center, its throbbing and incessant swelling causing no end to her
dwindling IQ. Her hips twitched each time, the maturing swell of her bum
lifting off the bed in that hot second.
She’d reward him each time, her hands pulling him harder against their kiss,
and her lips moving that much more. The length of his tongue now filed every
corner of her mouth, and she relished in the sensation, her tiny pink muscles
tingling in the affection. Soon, she was ready and he positioned his aching
mass for her entrance.
No longer did he need her guidance to find his way in. His blunt tip poised for
her glistening womanhood, Sakura was allowed to lay back and wait anxiously for
the eventual sensation of his enflamed head pressing against her defenses.
Breaking through with ease, a long, quite gasp escaped as it did every time she
experience him fill her body. And she allowed her hips to angle toward him
easing the point entry. There was no pain this time, simply the incredibly
feminine thrill of having something inside of her that she squeezed around.
Doing just that, a rush of sensation arch up both their spines.
Their love making was slow. As experienced as they were becoming with each
other’s bodies, they were still young, and cautious.
Naruto’s body rocked against the soft bed of Sakura’s welcoming embrace. And
she responded in kind, the quick and jerky motions of her lower body doing its
best to meet his thrusts. Her hands curled around his shoulders, small but
growing more broad with each day. And she savored the rush she felt each time
she felt his thickness fit its entirety in her depths.
Before sex, she’d marveled even being able to fit a single finger. Now those
thoughts about sex and love making seemed nothing but childish to the maturing
creature that blossomed under the radiant warmth of Naruto’s affection.
The sounds between them were wet and lewd, and everything Sakura knew she
should feel embarrassed about. But how could she hate such a thing when every
slap brought with it a rush of mind numbing tingles. How could she hate the
sound of Naruto’s moans when she took solace from the fact that she was
responsible?  Sex, it was gross and sweaty, but it was incredible. And to her
growing horror, she found herself enjoying more and more each day.
Her eventual release came and went with all the fanfare of a passing car.
Muscles clenched and breathing stopped. The lights behind her eyes seemed to
flicker on and off in a dazzling display. She held on for dear life as Naruto’s
thrusting continued uninterrupted, her moment singular in the fact that it
would be another full five minutes before he joined her. The added sensitivity
did little for the small amount of control she had for her own voice.
Despite the fondness she begun to harbor their activity, she still struggled
with own cried of pleasure. Naruto, it seemed, was dead set on forcing each and
every groan and shrike from her body.
Speeding up, his approaching release forced her to endure the increased
pounding. The restrained tension in his arms showing just how much he was
holding back even when the last of his will evaporated. Another few quick japs
and he was finished, the next burst of his seed flooding her body and filling
her with a kind of lightheaded need.
Feeling Naruto release inside of her never failed to bring its own mix and
match of conflicting emotions. Mostly due to the fact that it was wet, and
sticky and got everywhere, but she couldn’t find it in her tell his to do it
anywhere else. In that moment, he always held her so close to him; almost
crushingly so. Stifling and overly warm, she still cherished that moment.
Because right then she knew she was his entire world. And nothing, not even
ramen could replace her.
Following Naruto’s release, his erection never failed to retain its length. But
Sakura, exhausted and slightly sore form the encounter is forced to push him
off. Because of her early attention, and only because of it, Naruto’s appetite
was satiated enough that he pulled out of her without argument. The one time
she’d thought to skip the chore had nearly done her in, her own stamina still
lacking in the ways of the bedroom.
Accepted the rejecting amicably, his arm settled around her middle, where his
stew still cooked, and he aligned himself against her back. Snuggling into the
embrace, Sakura would finally allow herself to smile.
Sex finished the two held each other in silence, as they had done the meeting
before, and the meeting before that. And just as they would do tomorrow, her
parents willing. It was a lustful, complicated, begrudging relationship. But it
was theirs. And neither would could imagine it being any other way.
As the minutes ticked by, the sweat and stress and strain of the day would take
its toll forcing the two in a light slumber. Never sleeping past dusk, by the
time Sakura’s eye orbs fluttered open, the sun would already have begun to set,
the time left for her to enjoy seeming so short. But that much more precious
because of it.
She closed her eyes, the warmth of the bed on her naked body as close to heaven
as she was ever going to get in this world. Even more, the stupid amount of
juice her lummox of a boyfriend had pumped into her was now leaking out of her.
A strange, if not disturbing sensation. She could feel a large wet spot
directly under her pert rear. But that only served to remind her of the second
chore she’d grown used to suffering through.
A small furl of concentration wrinkled her brow. Quick and dexterous, her
fingers lifted from the bed to flash through a series of hands signs. Rat,
hare, snake- and to her delight, Sakura watching in growing pleasure at the
sight of her hands becoming enveloped in a light green glow. Its brilliance was
enough to rise even Naruto who blinked awake to the sight of his girlfriend’s
bared breasts and pinched features.
He didn’t say anything, blue eyes mesmerized by the magic like implement of
Chakra as Sakura placed her hand against her stomach. Just above her womb, she
could already feel the strange sensation of the power entering her body
sterilizing all the tiny tadpoles’ currently seeking to make her a mother.
Ha! No thank you.
“You’re getting really good at that,” Naruto mumbled, still half asleep. Sakura
still glowed from the compliment, mostly because she knew it was true.
Going to the hospital she’d been scared out of her mind about asking for help
for contraception. But to her surprise, the nurses had hardly even blinked an
eye, one even going so far as to personally instruct her on the hand signs and
theory. Normally civilian women simply swallowed a pill to ward off pregnancy.
But as a ninja, these pills were somewhat less effective under her excess
chakra, not to mention she might not always have them on hand. When she was a
chunin there were special seals that she could purchase. But for now this is
what they recommended for girls like her who were still growing.
It was easy enough that most girl’s had the chakra control to pick up within a
week or two. Sakura on the other hand had been successful after only a few
hours. It still took some doing to get it to work on the first try, but each
day was getting easier
“The nurses offered to teach me a few new techniques the last time I dropped
by,” she hummed in response. Eyes transfixed on her stomach, she watched her
palm rub slow circles. “Just small stuff like first aid and cuts and bruises,
but I was thinking about asking Kakashi-Sensei if there was a way for me to
learn even more.”
For the longest time, it seemed like all she was good for was reading books and
studying. But with medical jutsu it had shocked her how easily she’d been able
to pick it up. For the first time she really thought about what she was going
to do with her career rather than what would impress Sasuke. And something
about healing rather than hurting filling with a special kind of pride.
“The way you and Sasuke fight, I’m sure you’re going to need someone to keep
you both from falling apart.” Naruto smiled shamelessly, but remained silent.
Instead choosing to wait and watch until the jutsu came to an end.
The light petered out and Sakura was satisfied that the evening wouldn’t lead
to any surprises nine months down the load. Feeling the chakra leave her body,
her already pathetic pool of energy felt drained and she was helpless but turn
into her lover and press her face against his chest. Naruto answered in kind,
eye lids dropping shut as his hand moved to caress the wayward nest of tangled
pink hair.   
“You wanna shower while I get a clone to cook dinner?” his sleep heavy tone
droned.
A warm shower and meal after an afternoon of hot sex? A girl could get use to
this. In fact, she was. To the point that the begrudging acceptance that had
started their relationship had changed to something… warmer. She didn’t love
Naruto, not yet anyway. But it was that ‘yet’ that seemed open so many doors
for the future.
Just as sleepy, she turned around to nod in his chest, the familiar aches and
pains of her blossomed womanhood becoming apparent. But it was a good hurt, the
same you would enjoy after a particularly good work out or job. Her inner
muscles would feel better after her bath as soon as she went home. But for now
a shower would have to do.
“Don’t look,” and that was her only warning before she was crawling over his
body and out from the safety of his sheets. Despite having made love multiple
times, and in broad daylight, she still felt the need to enforce the small
amount of modesty.
Naked, she went around the room gathering the clothing Naruto had so carelessly
tossed about. True to his word, Naruto’s eyes remained begrudgingly shut- his
lesson more than learned after the first time he’d tried to sneak a peak. He
waited until the familiar sound of his bathroom door opened, and then closed,
signaling the safe return of his sight.
 Naruto got up from bed, his own nudity still extremely apparent and dangling
between his legs. A pair of boxers is all he bothers with before the familiar
cross if formed in front of him, a small displacement of air sending smoke
throughout the small room as another ‘him’ is born.
A wink and a salute is all he needs to send the boy off towards his job, a
salad and or fish or whatever Sakura had told him to get. He would have
preferred two minutes and a cup hit steamy ramen, but then keeping Sakura happy
was a small price to pay. Until then, he was content to enjoy the warm
atmosphere of his once lonely home.
When Naruto used his power on Sakura, he never imagined this was how his
relationship would be. It was even better. Despite how it might have started,
no matter what methods he might have had to use, he was happy. Possibly for the
first time in his life. And even better, he was pretty sure Sakura was too. At
least he was doing his best to make that happen. He might need to use his
powers every now and then, but even when that happened it was rarely about
anything as bad as the first time.
Did regret using his power? No, no this was the greatest thing that had ever
happened to him. Though… it did beg the question of what was next. After all,
if it could get him Sakura, there was no limit to what he could do. But it was
that very daunting thought that had stopped him from venturing beyond what he’d
already started.
But that was an issue for another day. Tonight, he would get to actually sit
down and have dinner with a person he loved. A simple pleasure for most
everyone else in the world. But for him, it was a dream come true.
In the shower, Sakura basked in the warm spray. Face tilted back and pink hair
painted across her back, the water washed away the sweat and stress of a long
day, and she welcomed its peace. The familiar bottles of her shampoo and body
wash certainly didn’t hurt.
After feeding a generous amount into her palms, she began to lather the suds
all along her luxurious strands. In the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but
sigh, knowing how long it would take to dry the ridiculous amount of hair. More
often than not, she found herself cursing it. Sure it was beautiful and her
hair was easily her favorite feature, but it was just a pain to take care of.
‘I wonder if Naruto likes short hair…’ the thought seemed to come from nowhere,
but she found herself entertaining it nevertheless. She’d grown it out for
Sasuke, for all the help that did. Now that she wasn’t chasing after him maybe
she could finally consider what she wanted.
Soap and water caressed her body all the way to the drain. Idly running her
hands along her body the still sensitive surface of her breasts tinged as she
brushed along their budding curves. If only her thoughts could have stayed on
her boyfriend, she might not feel the discontent that was settling in her
stomach. But it seemed even the orgasmic actives of her boyfriend’s erection
wasn’t enough to completely clean that taste of Ino from her pallet.
Arm braced on the side of the shower, she felt her heart ache over the events
that occurred. This wasn’t how she though it would feel finally getting out of
Ino’s shadow. She’d thought she would feel victorious, triumphant, all the
wonderful excitement that contrasted the usual shame of defeat. But she was
just sad.
Loosing Ino was easily one of the biggest regrets of her young life. When a boy
got between them, one that they believed they both loved, there seemed like
little other option. But now, she couldn’t help but wonder if there had been
another path they could have walked.
Deep down she still cared about the little girl that had put flowers in her
hair. Who’s cared enough to pick her up when she fell down, and to defend her
when it seemed like every other child on the playground just wanted to see her
cry.
These thoughts and doubts continued to circle through her mind. She let the
rest of the soap clear away before finally allowing the nozzle to quit, her
naked form stepping from the shower and into the nearest towel.
The faded burgundy material wrapped around her head in a vain attempt at drying
the long pink strands. She patted down the rest of her body before reaching for
her clothes. Only to recoil at the stale sweat reeking from an afternoon of
jumping through the forest. The prospect of covering herself in the same filth
she’d just washed away wasn’t a pleasant one. Thankfully, an idea sprang to
mind that might allow for a small respite from the unpleasantness.
Carful to re-don her panties, the rest of it was left behind as she went in
search of the blonde’s closet. Towels still firmly wrapped around her, she
tucked a head out of the bathroom, spotting the foldable door she sought just
across the room. Nearby, Naruto looked to be entertaining himself with one of
his comics.
She rolled her eyes. Meanwhile, the heavenly sent of salmon could smelled
wafting from the kitchen. Her stomach roared hungrily. But first things first.
She made a dash for the closet, footsteps thumping in quick succession. Naruto
barely had the chance to look up before the girl had captured one of his
shirts, the material just big enough to settle past her underwear. She might
flash him every now and then, but the fabric was clean and smelled faintly of
the scent she was growing to enjoy.
Naruto blinked at her, seemingly absorbed in the sight of Sakura dressed in one
of his shirts. She fidgeted under the attention, before turning a haughty snub
his way. “I’m your girlfriend, and that means I’m entitled to whatever’s in
your closet.” That made Naruto’s eyes widen even further, though not in way
that showed displeasure.
A goofy smile made its way onto his face, book forgotten as he lingered on the
exposed pink skin of her long legs. “Fine by me,” he shrugged, and continued
staring. Sakura smiled despite herself, toes wiggled as she gave the boy the
view he enjoyed. This all ended when the other Naruto in the kitchen called out
it was time to eat.
The two filed into the kitchen/dining room, hunger poking at their bellies,
Sakura especially perked up at the sight of one of her favorite dishes, but
served on real plates and real forks and knifes.
Compared to the obnoxious foam cup she’d been presented the first time she’d
stayed over, this was by far the largest improvement she’d been able to instill
in the blonde. She made sure to give him an approving nod, to which he grinned
brightly.
The sun was almost set by now. If she were thinking rationally she knew she
should already be halfway home if she didn’t want her parents on her case about
where she’s been. But she wasn’t going to let them get in the way of her date,
if this is what this could be called. True, it was dinner, but only after
they’d spent an hour having sex and sleeping together.
It certainly wasn’t how the fairy tales she’d read growing up had went. But she
was still going to enjoy it.
The two sat at the table, both too hungry to worry about conversation. It was
his first time cooking fish, but the book he’d bought for recipes had been easy
enough. He’d even practiced. Which, thank god he’d been smart enough not to
wing it. And if the rate at which Sakura was inhaling her food was anything to
go by, he could only figure he’d done an okay job.
Naruto ate his own with markedly less enthusiasm. Fish wasn’t really his
favorite, but he’d gone hungry enough to know better than to turn up food. Soon
enough both plates were licked clean, Sakura finishing her last bite with
almost painful regret.
“Here Sakura, have another!” Nearby, he picked up the plate that had another
helping just waiting to be eaten. Sakura stared at it with the longing usually
reserved for the bed room, but forced herself to put on a polite smile.
“N-No. I shouldn’t. I’ve probably had more than enough.” And wasn’t that true.
In her haste, she hadn’t even thought to stop and consider the calories she
would be ingesting. Before she would have stopped herself at half of what she’d
just devoured. But now sitting in her stomach, it was impossible not to feel
the uncomfortable weight. Like a stone had just sat there, slowly leaking its
pounds in her hips and thighs.
“But I made extra just for you,” Naruto frowned, the familiar squint taking
over as he considered what the problem was. “Did I cook it wrong?” he finally
had to ask. Sure, she’d eaten quickly enough. But then hunger could do a lot to
a person.
“No!” she immediately forced. As coolly as she’d accepted his efforts, the last
things she wanted was for him to think she wasn’t appreciative. “No it was
delicious, really.” This left Naruto scratching his head.
“If it tastes good and you’re still hungry than what’s the problem?” Sakura had
to stop from rolling her eyes. ‘Ugh, honestly, Naruto. Sometimes you’re such a
boy.’
“Just because boys can eat whatever they want and never get fat doesn’t mean
everyone’s so lucky. Girl’s need to consider their figure.” The same figure
Naruto seemed to enjoy so much. He might be head over heels for her now, but
let’s see how long that lasts when she’s big as a whale.
Naruto continued to stare at her, almost even more confused. “I mean, I don’t
really get it but if you’re worried about me, don’t be. Sakura is Sakura, no
matter what she looks like,” he grinned at her, seemingly honest in his
declaration. The effect was as startling as it was touching.
“Besides, I’d rather see you happy than hungry. I’ve been there. Trust me, it
sucks.” This time it was Sakura’s turn to be confused, but she banished the
words as quick as they’d come. Humbly accepting the food onto her plate. Naruto
even joined her, taking the last piece for himself if only for encouragement.
She stared at the piece of cooked fish with trepidation. Knife and fork in each
hand, she could feel her conscious screaming at her to just walk away while she
could still fit through the door. But she forced her hands to cut off a
generous portion before lifting it to her mouth. And as soon as the succulent
juices filled her mouth all objections flew out the window. Her world returning
to the sweet salty texture prepared just for her.
This time when her plate was empty, she was satisfied. The pain of hunger that
she’d carried with her for so long was completely gone. Leaving her fat and
happy. She leaned back in her chair, a very unladylike posture and patted her
stomach appreciatively. Give her a tooth pick to chew on and she might as well
be a carbon copy of her father. That was a sobering thought. Meanwhile Naruto
watched on, happy to see her happy.
The sun was completely set now. The ever present hum of pedestrians all but
gone as they separated towards their respective homes. Warm and comfy in her
boyfriend’s shirt, all she wanted to do was curl back into that bed of his and
fall fast asleep. The alternative being much less pleasant. What with her
smelly clothes and annoying parents and lonely bed. And it sucked all the more
for it, for the simple fact that she knew she didn’t have the spine to simply
say no.
Still, now or an hour from now her parents were going to be just as pissy. She
might as well let her meal digest a bit before venturing towards the walk of
shame.
“Do you think me and Ino could be friends?” The words were out of her mouth
before she could even think to stop them. In truth, they’d continued to plague
her long after her shower, stewing in her mind like a bad dream. Even forcing
them to the back of her mind had done little to stop there incessant nagging.
Better to just let them out than suffer in silence.
Naruto hadn’t been expecting the sudden question, and sudden it had been.
Across from her his posture was equally relaxed. But he forced himself to sit
up and consider her words. When his mouth finally open, Sakura almost wished
she’d just kept her mouth shut.
“I dunno.” Considering the concentration he’d performed coming up with the two
words, Sakura’s face flattened in a single begging question of how she could
have ended up with suck a moron. Naruto’s cheeks reddened significantly.
“I mean,” He stressed, “I don’t know. Seriously, I don’t even get why you guys
stopped hanging out in the first place.” Now it was Sakura’s turn to appear
bashful, her hands anxiously toying with the bottom of her shirt.
“Well… Sasuke, duh.” Naruto’s expression didn’t change.
“Still don’t get it.” Sakura’s temper flared to life, earning a sharp flinch
from her boyfriend. Rolling his eyes, he finally gave in.
“Well, do you want to still be friends?” For Naruto, who’d had to struggle for
every friend he had, this problem was pretty cut and dry. But for Sakura, the
question much harder to answer.
The Ino she remembered as a little girl was entirely separate from the rival
she’d come to clash with. Whereas the blond had, at one point, been kind and
supportive. In an instant she’d turned right back around to be the same type of
girl she’d defended Sakura from. So that only left her to wonder, which one was
the real Ino? And even if she could go back to the way she’d been, could Sakura
really forget the years of name calling and put downs?
“Yes…” Call her an idiot, but Sakura was well and truly tired of hating Ino.
The sheer emotional strain of always trying to outdo each other, of always
trying to prove that one of them was better, and to what end? If they could put
all of that behind them maybe she could have a real friend again.
Naruto, hearing the honesty in her voice, shifted uncomfortably. He ducked away
from her sullen expression, a nervous consideration taking over. Carefully
planning out his words for once, he knew he wanted Sakura to be happy. And it’s
not like it wasn’t in his power. Besides, after getting Sakura, and that had
turned out alright, he was more than ready to test what else it could do. An
excited smile lit his face.
“Let me talk to her for you!” In the quite comfort of their meal his suddenly
boisterous voice stepped on Sakura’s nerves. Drawing her eyes, she gave him a
cool stare until his excitement took a step back. Though, his grin was still
just as confident. “For real, I can make her be friends with you again. Easy!”
At a much more reasonable volume, Sakura took his words with a reluctant grin.
It was very nice of him to offer, especially considering he had no involvement
with the issue what so ever. But Naruto really wasn’t the… diplomatic type. And
so, even though the demonic chakra in her system compelled her to allow the
offer, she couldn’t help the small grimace that drew on her features.
“Are you sure?” she didn’t sound convinced. “I mean, thanks but, you saw how
she is today. She’s not really the nicest person.” It seems she’d forgotten how
she herself had talked to the blonde just a while ago. Naruto considered for a
moment for pointing it out, but eventually thought better of it. Instead, he
just kept smiling, knowing he could handle whatever the other blonde had in
store.
“Count on me, Sakura! Friends are way too important to let something as stupid
as the bastard ruin it.” Sakura’s heckles rose at the insult to her past crush,
but for once she decided to let it slide. Reluctant, but also just a bit
hopeful. “Next time we see her I’ll let her know just dumb she’s been.” that
earned a real smile, and she found herself giggling at the image of the pi- of
Ino’s enraged face. She sat up just a bit straighter.
“Just try not to get hurt, okay?” but Naruto just answered with a shrug,
casually scratching at the back of his head.
“Anything for Sakura! And besides, even she keeps being dumb, you’ll always
have me!” Fortunately for Sakura, Naruto was too busy laughing at his own
attempt to seem cool to see the very real emotions his words had inspired in
the girl.
Friends, they really had become that despite everything that seemed to demand
the contrary. If anyone had told her before that fateful day he’d talked his
way into her bed room, she would think they were out of their minds. But here
she was, not out of obligation but actually enjoying herself. Even willing to
risk her parent’s anger.
It was more than slightly humbling. Allowing her emotions to shine through for
a single moment, a gentle expression lifted her lips as she gazed at the person
that cared for her so deeply.
“Thanks Naruto.” And she really meant it.
Naruto heard her honesty, and found his cheeks warming despite himself.
He thought back to before he’d gotten this power, once again of the lonely
dinners and even lonelier home. But ever since Sakura started dating him, all
of that was improved.
He had someone to talk to, too care for. And she could ask anything of him and
that was fine because he would do it. Learning to cook, cleaning, watching his
loud voice- whatever it was. Because the alternative of going back to those
cold and empty days scared him even more than the demon in his gut.
This power had done nothing but give him the life he’d always dreamed of. And
now it was time to use it for someone else.
Falling into a comfortable silence Sakura’s mood was considerably lifted after
their talk food finished and left overs packed away, she offered to clean the
dishes before heading out.
To anyone else, it would seem like an average, even boring, day. But for two
who had lived for so long without the company of another, it became even more
special just because it was so simple.
Naruto watched Sakura leave out the front door with a sad smile. But it was
okay, because tomorrow was just another day they would get to enjoy. And he
wouldn’t pass it up for anything.
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A/N: again, sorry about the delay. I’m hoping to get the next chapter out
sooner, maybe after I update Sense of Semblance but possibly sooner. If you
enjoyed the chapter and want to see where things are headed please feel free to
follow. Or even better, if you really liked it than let me know with a review.
Looking forward to the feedback.
Next Chapter:Ino, indignant in her rival’s flippant attitude towards their one
time crush is determined to discover the secrets of their relationship and what
could have possibly attracted her to a boy like Naruto. How far will she go to
find these answers? And even more, when she gets them, will she be able to
crawl back? Read and find out.  
***** Chapter 4 *****
A/N: Wow, so more great reviews! And I can’t begin to explain how happy I am
for that. However, I am noticing a certain theme that I feel like I should
address. That being the fear people have that including a harem would affect
the quality I’ve been able to bring up until this point. After this chapter I
will be addressing this soif_you_are_interested_or_concerned_about_a_Harem_or
keeping_the_story_about_Sakura_please_read_it_once_you’ve_finished. To everyone
else, sit back and enjoy.   
Tag(s): Body-Swap, Shower, Virgin, Public-Arousal.
Girl(s): Ino, Sakura.
Word(s): 10,818
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                                   Chapter 4
“Huh!? But why?” The sheer disappointment in Naruto’s tone carried for a good
block. Stood outside the mission hall, their day had been short and easy.
Expecting another day like the other, Sakura’s frustrated expression burned
anew as she repeated her news.
“I told you Naruto, I stayed too late yesterday. My parents knew I was with
you. And now their pissed.” Though, that wasn’t entirely accurate. More than
anything her mother had had the largest reaction to her coming home well after
dark. And even then, the look on her face had been closer to fear. Which
confused the teenager to no end. Sure he could be a pain in the ass, but that
didn’t make him dangerous or anything. Of course her mother seemed to think
otherwise as she all but demanded Sakura to never see him.
Again.
“Seriously, you should have seen them. They actually talked about me quitting
being a ninja, as if I would. God, when are they going to stop treating me like
a little kid?” To which Naruto could feel a nervous tightening in his gut.
Of course they hated him. How could they not, knowing what he was? That being
said, there wasn’t a lot he could actually do about it. Unless, could he? Maybe
the best solution for this whole ordeal would be for him to meet them and
‘suggest’ that he wasn’t the crazed demon they thought he was? Though, the
memory of the scary woman brandishing a skillet still sent a shiver up his
spine. Sakura went on, trying to ease his drawn expression.
“Listen, it’s just for today okay? I’d ignore them completely if they weren’t
going on a trip tomorrow morning. They’ll be gone a whole week and we won’t
have to worry about them at all. Okay?” Rolling her eyes, it was clear what she
thought about the ordeal. But Naruto was just as happy. Still, he nodded his
head and agreed to hold off for the day.
“Thanks. My mom’s waiting for me so I should probably get going. And please try
not to do anything stupid cuz you’re bored?”
While he wasn’t sure what constituted stupid, his agreed none the less. His
reward being a soft and quick peck on the cheek. His grin returned in full
force. “See you tomorrow.” And then she was gone.
Naruto Stared after her, eyes squinting against the sun still shining overhead.
The days Sakura couldn’t hang out were honestly the worst. But it wasn’t as
though he didn’t have anything to keep him occupied. The opposite in fact. Ever
since they started dating, his training regimen had become laughably lax. And
the last thing he needed was to fall behind now of all times.
Compared to an afternoon of hot sex with his girlfriend, something about the
thought of doing push-ups and sit ups in an empty field seemed less than
satisfying. But his dream of being Hokage was as real as ever. And maybe it
would do some good to pick up where he started. With little else to consider,
the blonde young man started towards the training field completely unaware of
the blue eyes watching his every move. It was only when she was sure that he
wouldn’t be turning around that she finally went to follow after the departed
pinkette.
“I hate this plan.” Shikamaru made sure to point out even as the three members
of team six sailed over the tops of buildings in an attempt to catch up with
Ino’s rival. Said blond haired girl showed the boy just what she thought of his
opinion, an annoyed sneer sent over her shoulder and in his direction.
“I told you. Billboard Brow is hiding something and I’m going to find out what.
If she’s really dating Naruto over Sasuke, than I want to see just what makes
Ramen Breath so goddamned special.” Shikamaru, struggling to keep up with her
twisted reasoning, finally just sighed knowing that he couldn’t talk her out of
it. Something about Sakura seemed to make his teammate even more unreasonable
than usual.
Ino stopped three buildings ahead of Sakura watching her progress from above.
Between the two buildings was another narrow alley way, one that the three
ninja jumped down to in preparation. From around the corner Ino peered the
crystalline color of her eyes darkening as the other girl waked ever closer.   
She watched the Sakura’s disgruntled steps and stiff posture. No matter how she
looked at it the other girl seemed actually upset at losing an afternoon with
her teammate. If anything, that simply made the girl’s teeth clench harder, a
slight twinge in her jaw finally forcing her to relax.
She knew she shouldn’t get so worked up- over Sakura especially. But part of
her couldn’t help but feel well and truly irritated at the ease with which her
ex-best friend had moved on from their shared crush.
That day, the day they’d declared to be rivals for Sasuke’s love, it was the
same day their friendship died. For the longest time that had seemed like it
had meant something, to both of them. That it was somehow proof of how deeply
their hearts longed for lone survivor. But for Sakura to give up so easily, to
just move on to someone else, it shattered that image. And Ino could only
question if her feelings were really so shallow, what did that say about the
friendship they’d destroyed for them?
All over again Ino could feel her chest ach. An ugly frown marring her
otherwise fair features. But she forced herself to return to the matter at
hand. Behind her, the fatty and Mr. lazy bones were primed to act on her
signal. The approaching footsteps of Sakura’s sandals echoed, but Ino waited
until she finally stepped into the line of the ally before acting. Her hand
chopped forward in an obvious and explicit motion. Shikamaru followed as he’d
been instructed, the familiar crest of his family’s hand seal braced against
his chest.
“Shadow Possession Jutsu.” Dry and bored, the results were no less subtle as
the shadow under his feet shot forward with all the presence of a light breeze.
It reached Sakura in a matter of seconds.
Wholly unprepared for the sudden assault, her eyes turned just in time to feel
her body lock up in an inescapable hold. Her mouth opened in silent
exclamation. Eyes widening at the sight of her rival, whatever words she would
have struggled out were silenced by the sight of Ino’s own hand sign, a unique
circle and cross hair of her own fingers aiming the signature Yamanaka
technique.
‘Hwoooo’
Something akin to a wolf’s howl echoed through the air as the invisible attack
soared towards its target. Sakura’s shocked eyes widened further. In a single
moment, the hair around her face blown back. But a moment later, both of the
girls found their bodies suddenly prone. The shift in consciousness slow to
take hold.
Ino awoke a few moments after the attack. Rather than her brilliant blue she
found herself staring at the world through emerald green eyes. Behind her,
Shikamaru had managed to catch her new body before it had slumped into the
dirt. While Choji juggled her usual form. Burdened by the vertigo of getting
used to a new body, she struggled to raise to her full height. Managing only
after a few shaken steps.
“Well this certainly goes down as one of your worse ideas.” Shikamaru’s tone
carried an undertone of bite. Ino, starring at her own hand and new body didn’t
even give him a glance.
“Oh, lighten up, you just need to watch my body for a few minutes. I’m the one
that actually has to hang out with Naruto.” Light and airy, when the boy’s name
came up her tone rotted as though she was referring to some kind of disease.
Shikamaru, hearing his teammate’s vanity shining through, couldn’t help but
curl his features. But chose not to comment.
Ino took a moment to admire her friend’s body, ultimately finding it deplorably
inadequate. Everything from the fitting and texture of her clothes to the state
of her long pink hair, mussed and tangled after a long day screamed of .
Sneering to herself the teenage girl wanted to laugh at Sakura’s pathetic
attempt at beauty. But then, not everyone could be as naturally radiant as
herself. Shrugging her shoulders, a dismissive sigh fell from her nose before
she turned back towards the two boys, features drawn and irrigated.
“I don’t need to remind to you losers to look after my body until I get back.
I’m just going to take forehead here on a little walk. See how Naruto really is
to get Sakura all up and fussy.” Hands on her hips and posed to extenuate
curves her current body didn’t really have, the picture of her expression and
mannerisms on Sakura’s face was an eerie sight. Choji especially seemed to
shrink back, his already troubled expression becoming even more so as the days
events continued to unfold.
“And this is all still for Sasuke? Somehow?” Shikamaru’s dubious tone rang out.
Eyes narrowed, the familiar slouch of his relaxed posture was gone. Seeing his
disturbed attitude, Ino bristled accordingly. The dismissive and arrogant
expression changing to that of defense.
“What else would it be?” she challenged. But Shikamaru didn’t answer. Closing
his eyes, he shook his head and walked back to the shell of his friend left
sprawled on the ally floor.
“I agree to help you do this because I could see that you were going to no
matter how much trouble you got yourself in.” His hands reached under her arms
and pulled the body until it rested against the adjacent building’s wall.
Giving a big sigh, he straightened before casting the girl a pitiable stare
over his shoulder. “I just hope you find what you’re looking for.”
Ino stared back at him, feeling strangely cold in her chest. Lazy, sleepy, that
was the kind of guy she was used to seeing in her teammate. So it was a bit
disquieting seeing him suddenly this awake. It was embarrassing to say that she
was the first to look away, an oblivious air about her as she pretend not to
acknowledge the tense the atmosphere.
“Thanks!” chirping and bright, Shikamaru’s expression didn’t change even as he
watched her move towards the ally’s opening. “Try not to miss me too much,
huh?” and giggling, even she couldn’t deny the off edge it carried. Stubborn
until the end, gave both boys a wave before her departure, leaving Shikamaru
and Choji to stare after her, neither convinced.
“Shikamaru, what are we supposed to do now?” Choji’s expression was very much
the same as when he’d eaten something that didn’t agree with him. In answer,
Shikamaru looked for cleanest section of ground before laying down the gaze at
the small sliver of blue sky shining through the two buildings.
“Wait, and do our best to clean up whatever mess she’d no doubt in the middle
of making.” Choji’s frown depended considerably hearing the ease at which his
friend had come to with the decision.
“I mean, I get that our parents are friends and everything, but why is our
problem what Ino does?” A fair point. And one that Shikamaru was inclined to
agree with, were it anybody else. Unfortunately, their futures were all but
tied together. And he knew that anything she did would end up affecting them,
no matter how much they tried to distance themselves from the train wreck.
“Because that’s what it means to be a teammate, Choji.” Another sigh.
“Even she’s a total pain?”
“It hasn’t stopped us up till this point.” And that at least they could agree
on.
                            *Training Ground Seven*
The tree line surrounding the beaten clearing made for perfect cover as Ino
spotted her target. Stood alone and covered in fresh dust, Naruto seemed to be
busy at work throwing kunai after and kunai at a marked tree. Curious, the girl
found herself smiling at the pathetic and all around comical success of his
efforts.
Hitting the hard white bark, only a few had managed to fit inside the medium
sized target he’d been aiming for. The rest sank uselessly into the softer skin
or even the surrounding dirt. Whatever assumption she’d made about his skills
as a shinobi drastically improving was immediately dashed, making the girl
smile all that much more. It only solidified the facts that she already knew.
That being compared to Sasuke he really did come up short. Smug in her own
satisfaction, the young woman was content to sit back and continue to watch his
failures.
As time passed Ino felt her earlier pleasure turn to boredom. Knowing the
blonde and his temperament she’d been hoping to see some kind of outburst or
exclamation at his lack of ability. He’s certainly never failed to put on a
show when he screwed up in the academy after all. But without an audience he
might as well be dull as dishwater.
Throw at the tree, miss, try again. Throw at the tree, get a little bit closer,
but still miss and try again. This repeated for a good fifteen minutes until
Ino finally had had enough. ‘Time to get this show on the road.’
Straightening her hair, she put on her best smile, completely unaware of how
comical it seemed on the normally awkward and reserved girl. With all the
confidence of a girl who’d been told she was beautiful all her life she
strutted towards her boyfriend, hips swaying and bright faced. She only made it
half way before the sweaty blonde boy finally took notice enough to turn in her
direction.
Ino felt her sneering grin widen that much more when Naruto’s blue eyes locked
onto her approaching form. He didn’t say anything, head cocked to the side and
brow furled in deep confusion. Ino didn’t pay this any mind, sure that he must
just be surprised to see his girlfriend actually acting like one for once. She
made sure to send him a playful wink, which rather than entice him, actually
seemed to send him reeling back. Her girly giggle filled the quiet clearing
until she finally stood before him. A flirty, playful pose arcing hips before
she spoke.
“Hi, Hotness. You looked a little lonely all by yourself out here. Thought
you’d be a bit happier if I dropped by.” Fluttering her eye lashes and flashing
her perfect smile, she knew the idiot in front of her didn’t stand a chance.
Flirting, body language, tone, she’d mastered all of these in the never ending
quest to nab her Uchiha. And on a lesser man it might as well turn their brains
to mush. Which is exactly what she needed.
Unfortunately for her, Naruto’s reaction wasn’t quiet as favorable as she might
have expected.
Staring at his girlfriend Naruto felt his eyes squint, almost as though that
would be enough to clear up the… odd picture he was seeing. “Sakura?” he felt
the need to ask. Because, honestly? He wasn’t really sure.
Her first cracked against his shoulder in a bone rattling blow. For a moment,
he panicked, thinking he might have said the wrong thing. This surge of
emotions was quickly calmed, as instead of the familiar tight and infuriated
expression he’d come to know from the pink haired girl, instead she just smiled
even harder. To the point he wondered if it hurt. Rubbing the offended
appendage he just felt even more confused.
“Of course it me, silly goose! Who else could I be?” The answer placated him,
if only bit. It felt like Sakura if nothing else. He’d yet to meet another girl
who could punch him like that. Plus, oddness aside, she certainly looked like
his girlfriend. Her glimmering green eyes and subtle curves he’d been growing
to learn. He felt his defenses ease a fraction.
Whipping the sweat from his brow, Naruto gave the girl a warm, if not strained
grin. “Hey, I thought you had to get home to your mom?” Scratching his head he
watched the bright expression on Ino’s face freeze, if only for a moment. But
just as quickly he was treated to the sound of her surgery sweet tone.
“And be apart from you?” She gave another burst of giggles. “No way mister. How
could I even think about wasting even a single second of today outside your
arms?”
Naruto blinked wildly at Ino’s words, a small flush of color lighting his dirt
stained cheeks. On reflex he felt himself returning the gesture, a boyish laugh
erupting while he scratched the back of his head.
He took another look at his girlfriend, trying to understand what could be
causing her to act so… not Sakura. That being said, he couldn’t deny how a part
of him actually enjoyed it. Sakura was great no matter how she acted but, that
didn’t mean it could be stressful at times with how stubborn she could be.
Maybe he should be a little more suspicious over what had caused the change,
but so long as she was happy, did it really matter? And seeing the way she
looked at him, she seemed very happy. Naruto swallowed against his thought,
other idea’s coming to mind.
“Okay!” Naruto belted, not so much as thinking to question the odd explanation.
Time with Sakura was time with Sakura, and he wasn’t about to look good fortune
in the mouth now of all times. His face erupted into the familiar happy go
lucky grin. “So what’cha wanna do today, Sakura? Huh?” now it was Ino’s turn to
smile.
She regarded the knuckle head of their academy, willing her now green eyes to
keep from rolling. Honestly, boys were just too simple. But that just made
controlling them that much easier. She would have flipped her hair if she had
it. Instead she just answered his excitement with her own, determined to
discover the secret of why her rival had chosen him. But to do that, she’d need
to observe the side show that was their relationship in its natural habitat.
“What we usually do, of course,” she answered breezily, unable to comprehend
the implications of her words. Naruto however was more than aware of their
usual activities, and brightened accordingly. Seeing his idiotic grin grow even
more stupid, the young woman didn’t even think to question the purpous, so sure
in her plans as well as her own abilities.
“Really?” Naruto exclaimed, all but jumping for joy. In their relationship so
far Sakura had never been that bold. Which only endeared him to this strange
new version all the more. Lost in his excitement, Ino found her eyes widening
as his arms surrounded her. The full heat and sweat of his body becoming
pressed against her own in a single moment. It ended just as soon as it
started, and Naruto pulled away before she could even think to get mad. Even
still, she found herself staring at the ease with which he’d touched her.
“Come on, come on, Sakura!” His hand reached out and clasped her smaller,
softer one in his own. Ino felt her shoulder jerk as she was pulled into a
brisk walk. To where she couldn’t say. But she found herself too focused on
simply catching up with his pace to give it much thought.
She winced, feeling him yank on her one more time. Saccharine expression
falling, something closer to her usual fire shined through as she felt herself
get annoyed. She was a second away from tearing her appendage back. But before
she had the chance, Naruto suddenly looked back at her. Eyes alight with some
expression she couldn’t quite place.
“You’re the best Sakura!” He continued, catching Ino off guard. An ugly
sensation stirred in her stomach. Even still she just forced herself to smile,
and thank the blonde. Inside however, her thoughts couldn’t be further from the
bright girl who had approached the blonde. But in fact mirrored the dark
substance she found pinching her gut.
‘Naruto is just as much of an idiot as Sakura. Who does he think he is trying
to act cool like that?’Face still beaming in her direction, she finally allowed
her eyes to roll towards another direction. Though, she did make an effort to
quicken her pace so as to limit blonde’s need to usher her forward. ‘I just
need to make this look good. He might start asking questions if I pull away
now.’ That being said, it didn’t stop the young woman from drifting her
attention towards her hand to squeeze back dust and dirtied fingers.
Compared to Sasuke he really didn’t have a single redeeming quality. Which is
why she so dearly wished she could get the image of his smiling face out of her
mind.
                             *Naruto’s Apartment*
‘No way.’ These were Ino’s first thoughts arriving in Naruto Uzumaki’s home.
Doing her best to appear unaffected and casual, she couldn’t stop from glazing
around at the small living space.
At first glance it really wasn’t much to look at. Poor furniture with no
decorations and even less taste. That being said, once she got over those
appealing facts, it was difficult not to gasp remembering that Naruto had the
entire space to himself. And, as a teen age girl who still lived with two
overbearing parents, that one aspect might as well have made the space as grand
as the Hokage mansion itself.
“Hey, um, I haven’t had a chance to go shopping again sense yesterday. But I
still have some leftovers from dinner last night if you’re hungry!” Naruto’s
words forced her to spin around, the implications bringing an awed light to her
eyes. She didn’t say a word, just staring at him until he flinched back
anxiously.
‘That… bitch.’
Though genius might have been closer if Ino’s mind was on the right track. It
seems that oversized forehead of hers really isn’t just for show. Ino had come
here trying to discover what Sakura could see in him, well she was pretty sure
she’d just found it.
A boyfriend with his own place, one that she got to use at her leisure by the
sound of it. Not only that, but she even had Naruto cooking and shopping for
her. Seriously? At the academy Ino had always found Naruto’s obsessive
attraction to her rival as an annoyance. Or at most, something to laugh at. But
suddenly, the prospect of having a boy who worships your every step seemed a
mite more attractive than she’d already guessed. And the blonde could feel her
new body well up with jealously.
She didn’t actually care about him. Of course she didn’t, even Sakura would
never be that desperate. She was just using Naruto, for his house and his
kitchen. Not to mention the added bonus of him doing whatever the hell she
asked. It was like getting a free servant, but even better.
“That sounds lovely,” Ino preened, her bright expression returning once more as
she tilted her cutesy expression at the blonde. “Be a dear and heat that up for
me, would you?” And to her amazement, Naruto seemed more than happy to oblige.
Running off to his fridge to get the requested meal. Ino meanwhile made herself
at home, stretching along the small couch the blond had stuffed in the corner
of the room. Is cushions smelled a bit, but it was soft and it gave her the
chance to better view what her rival had been leaching off the blonde boy.
It was clean, was the first thing she noticed. Despite the old and warn
furniture, the floors and room itself looked spotless. Surprising considering
it was still technically his room. Boy’s their age weren’t exactly known for
their hygiene. Naruto being the biggest example.
It made her wonder just how much Sakura had managed to worm herself into the
living space. And, more importantly, what she’d manage to do with it if she
ever took the pinkette’s place. That thought earned a thoughtful hum, as the
smell of reheated fish began to spread throughout the small room.
It was only a small thought at the moment, honestly she wasn’t even sure if she
really wanted to bother with the other blond yet. But should she decided to
steal him away for herself, surely it couldn’t be too large a task. He seemed
to enjoy the way she treated him today after all. Add in her killer figure and
maybe a bit of leg and his silly infatuation with Sakura would be forgotten in
an instant.
Besides, if she really wanted to seal the deal it wasn’t as though she wasn’t
in a position to humiliate her rival. Let’s see how much Naruto loves her after
she sneezes in his face or beats him to a pulp. Oh yes, the more she thought
about it the more idea seemed to appeal to her. The apartment really would
improve with just a bit more purple.
“Sakura!” Ino turned in time to see her current boyfriend carrying with him a
plate of food. She smiled brightly, the prospect of being served always a
joyous one. Salmon by the looks of it, even microwaved it smelled wonderful.
She’d have to remember to add cook to the growing list of possible uses she had
in mind. The boy handed her meal right to her. Sitting up straight, she
accepted the meal, face beaming with thanks.
One more time, Naruto found himself swallowing against seeing Sakura so happy
and cheerful. Ino had been right about one thing. He did enjoy seeing Sakura so
open compared to her normally reluctant self. He answered her expression with
his own, a fresh cup of steamy ramen clutched in his free hand. He plopped
himself down right next to her. Only to being wolfing down his precious meal
with all the grace of a wild animal.
Ino flinched back, eyes horrified at the sight of his table manners. “Stop that
you moron!” she found herself shouting before she could think otherwise. The
loud slurping and sucking sounds quickly came to an end, and she found herself
staring at a suddenly bashful expression.
He swallowed what was already in his mouth with an audible gulp. “Hehe, sorry
about that, Sakura. I forgot.” Grinning despite the situation, Ino watched him
return to his meal, this time politely carrying the salty noodles to his mouth
an even pace. Ino found herself blinking, surprised at the development.
Ino took her first bite of her meal, deliciously menacing thoughts bubbling
beneath her joyful exterior. Perks were perks, but the way he’d just snapped to
attention wasn’t something even her looks could buy. His own apartment, treats
her like a queen, and an obedient lap dog: well, that just about made her
decision for her.
Sakura, that sneaky girl. Thinking she could have all of this for herself. As
if. No sir, by the end of the day, Mr. Short Blond and Stupid over here will be
in the market for a new girlfriend. Just in time for her to swoop in and snatch
him up. Only until Sasuke showed stopped being shy of course. But casting the
blonde aside when she was done with him would be all too simple.
They ate in silence, both of the teens smiling and in bright spirits. Though
for completely different reasons. Naruto was the first to finish even at his
muted pace. But he patiently waited for Ino to finish her slab of fish. Eating
the last bit, Ino just sighed contently, well aware that her plot was only
beginning. She leaned towards the boy, preparing to unleash the first of the
many insults she’d been preparing when Naruto’s lips suddenly feel on her own.
For Ino, who had no idea how things had progressed in the pair’s relationship,
couldn’t see it was coming. It’d happened so quick, and without any provocation
on her part. And yet feeling her eyes widen she couldn’t deny the sight of
Naruto’s face so close to her own, or the soft sensation of his lips pressing
against her. She opened her mouth to gasp. But this proved to be a grave
mistake. Misconstruing her actions as an invitation, Naruto’s tongue naturally
pushed deep inside to taste the lingering flavor of her mouth.
For all the magazines, movies and books she’d read up until this point, Ino was
surprisingly virginal in the actual execution of said tips and tricks to be
Konoha’s sexiest Kunoichi. Sure, she’d heard about all the things that
supposedly went on behind closed doors. And even studied the supposed best
methods to please her man. That man being Sasuke, one day. That being said,
none of it could have prepared her for the impossibility of her first kiss.
Her first instinct was to pull away, the soft warm muscle Naruto’s tongue
wriggling in her open mouth and saturated in the disgustingly salty ramen
flavor. But hands had locked themselves on her slim waist making it impossible
to jump away.
Hands braced on his sides she found herself lacking the jaw cracking strength
she’d acquired in Sakura’s body. It just seemed to be sapped out of her. Making
her attempts to push him away much harder than it shoulder have been. Watching
him train and comparing him to Sasuke, she’d always mocked him for being so
weak. And yet now she could only wonder how his body felt so firm and
unyielding pressed against hers.
For Naruto, who’d yet to catch onto his girlfriend’s identity, he had no idea
his advances could be undesired. While she liked to pretend she didn’t enjoy
his attention, when it came down to it Sakura had always enjoyed their time
together, never once pushing him away faintly in the back of his mind he did
question her lack or response to his kiss.
Inside of her mouth he’d grown used to the way she’d lick back at him,
sometimes even forcing him back into his own mouth. But today she seemed… less
than enthused. Never one to give up, Naruto decided she must simply need a bit
more motivation to get into the swing of things, something he was more than
ready to supply.
Pulled back the way she was, it was no trouble at all to pull his hand from her
fidgeting hips and up between them. Boldly pressing against her chest, he felt
her gasp against his lips and he smiled because of it.
He’d gotten enough time with her to know what she liked. Which is why,
disregarding the almost painful grip she held against his shoulder, he repeated
the same motions he’d done tens of times, urging her back until she laid
against the cushions.
Now suspended above her, he naturally feel between her legs taking special care
to caress and kneed the clothed mound of her breast.
Ino’s mind was an explosion. As if kissing wasn’t bad enough suddenly finding
Naruto on top of her and grouping at her chest was almost too much for her to
fathom. Worst of all was the distinct budge she could feel resting on the top
of her crotch, moving and grinding dangerously close to a space she knew it
shouldn’t be. But worst of all was the implications of what all of this meant.
For the blonde, and well as Sakura herself.
“So what’cha wanna do today, Sakura? Huh?”
“What we usually do, of course,”
The words echoed through her mind like whips of smoke. And she found herself
utterly shocked at what they had ended up meaning.
‘This is what Sakura normally did with Naruto?! But then, that would mean that
they’ve already… already…’ But before she could even finish that line of
thought the ever pressing length of Naruto’s tented trousers shifted enough to
press directly into her crotch. That, finally was the push she needed to regain
her strength gasp away from him. But even then Naruto didn’t so much as a
budge, a look of confusion finally coming to the surface.
“Hey, Sakura. What’s up? You’re being weird today.” But Ino was only half
listening, the brunt of her attention focused on the gasping breath of her
lungs as well as her own hammering heart.
After a moment, she finally calmed enough to turn back towards the blond. Only
to shrink back seeing his face still so close. She struggled to find her voice.
“Me?” she managed. But the result was just a few pitches higher than she would
have liked. “No, no. I’m fine. Really.” But that just made Naruto’s face twist
all the more.
Ino stared up at Naruto, eyes still stretched impossibly wide. Finally given a
moment to collect her thoughts, she still found herself grasping for her own
sanity. Forehead had actually had sex?! Seriously?
More than an insult or feeling amazed, Ino found her pride rearing up all over
again. For how long had she been the one coaxing and leading her when she
couldn’t even stand up for herself? Well, it seemed like those days were over.
The sheer fact that she’d gone and lost her virginity left Ino feeling markedly
left in the dust. Especially when her first kiss had happened only moments ago.
Still, that wasn’t really important at the moment. She could spread rumors
after she escaped this hell hole. No apartment was worth sleeping with Naruto
Uzumaki. Sakura could fucking have him.
“Then what’s the problem?” Naruto’s voice broke her from her thoughts.
Ino thought for a moment, mind racing. Finally a speck of dirt on his horrid
orange jack managed to brush of onto her cheek. And she had an idea. Doing her
best to keep up her sweet and gentle tone, anyone could see she was failing
just from the sheer anxiety that seem to draw on her features. Never the less,
when she open der mouth her tone was even and calm.
“Y-You dummy?” she smile at his inquisitive frown. “Just look at you, all
covered in dirt and sweat. How can you expect a girl to get in the mood when
all she can think about is getting covered in dust, hmm?” She fell silent,
green eyes watching Naruto consider her words. Amazingly, he glanced down at
his himself and seemed to notice his state for the first time. An open look of
understanding finally took his features, and Ino’s heart sored at the prospect
of getting out of this unfazed.
“See?” she continued, confidence stilling her tone. “So, how about this? You
run off and take a bath and when you’re done we can do all the… fun stuff we
usually do, huh?” and to her gasping relief, he smiled.
Little did he know the second he closed that door she would be out on the
street running for dear life. If this is what Sakura did with her body than she
could have it! This was one day Ino Yamanaka would spend the rest of her life
trying to forget. Unfortunately for her, it was quite over yet.
“Great idea, Sakura!” Naruto cheered. And Ino almost joined him. She felt him
crawl off of her body, the sheer wave of relief that consumed her almost
numbing. She was allowed to enjoy the emotion for all of three second before
Naruto continued. “Let’s take one together!” And just like that, her stomach
dropped, her smile freezing on her face.
Together? As in, both of them? Completely nude and actually washing each other?
The very thought of it sent Ino’s cheeks into a lovely shade of crimson. She
struggled to find something to say, to work out some way to escape but in that
moment she found her wit leaving her.
‘You came here to see what made Naruto so desirable. Shouldn’t at least see
what he has to offer?’ Red chakra puled in the blonde’s mind. Coaxed by
Naruto’s words she found herself struggling to resist the compulsions already
working against her to follow Naruto’s off handed command.
“T-Together?” she stuttered, fear welling up inside of her. Looking anywhere
else but the blond, she remained on that dusty old couch, her stomach twisting
and lurching. “No way. I mean, I can’t- that’s…” but she couldn’t finish the
sentence, the images in her mind growing even more graphic and her cheeks
warming despite herself.
‘If Sakura’s this serious about him, don’t you think it’s worth seeing what
else he can offer? It’s not even your body. What do you have to be afraid of?
Just one quick shower and you can run off back to your body before he ever
knows it was anyone but his girlfriend.’
She was horrified to find herself actually reasoning towards accepting his
proposal. But nonetheless, when he offered his hand she found herself being
lifted to her feet and led towards a closed door. Opened and lights turned on,
she could only feel her heart drop at the sight of bright white tiles.
She didn’t say a word, worry chewing through her naturally talkative self.
Faced away from the blonde, the sound of water spilling from pipes broke
against the smooth tile of his tub. She flinched as though it were a gun shot.
‘You can do this, no big deal.’ Ino found herself thinking. Determined to just
get it over with. Unfortunately, that didn’t make the sound of Naruto’s jacket
unzipping any less daunting. Helpless she found her eyes move towards him, his
dark blue undershirt breaking the otherwise obnoxious garment. He shrugged it
off with enthusiasm, the greatest smile Ino had ever seen plastered across his
face. She could only watch in horror.
Watching the boy undress, Ino found it impossible to look away. Reservations
aside, her interaction with the opposite gender had been all but fictional up
to this point. And the prospect of seeing a real, nude man didn’t escape her
notice. True, she would also need to undress. But this opportunity proved to be
an interesting one. One that she actually wouldn’t mind if only to sate her
curiosity.
Peeking from the corner of her eye, she found her hands gripping the side of
her arm as soon as his tanned torso came into view. Suddenly, that firm
unyielding tone didn’t seem quite so impossible now that she was able to look
at what she’d been gripping.
Her early observation hadn’t been a joke. His entire body really had been
covered in dirt. But underneath those dusty patches rested smooth, firm muscles
of a boy who spent hours of honing his abilities. Ino felt her eyes lock on the
movement of his back, each shift forcing its many cords to bunch and flex. And,
unexpectedly, a certain sensation bloomed in her lower stomach. One that her
magazines had gone into great detail to describe.
She forced herself to look away, cheeks molten as she tried to make sense of
what had just happened.‘Just a quick shower. Just so I can leave afterwards,’
she reminded herself. But trapped in a body that was not her own, she couldn’t
possibly fathom the many hormones Sakura’s sexual awakening had birthed.
Treated to a near daily exploration of those new emotions and sensations, her
body was like a freshly tapped well ready to explode at a moment’s notice. A
girl in her prime, her body was all too ready to respond at even the smallest
notice. And Ino was gifted with the experience of feeling it firsthand.
“Hey, you gotta hurry up, Sakura!” Naruto’s excited tone had not lessened in
the dragging moments. Down to his boxers, he looked over at his girlfriend only
to frown at her lack of nudity. Still hard, his erection pressed against the
front of his boxers without shame. Creating a startling moment for the young
Kunoichi as she dared to look in his direction. Rather than peak. She just
nodded her head still turning in the opposite direction.
 She stole a quick breath before moving to undo the front of her dress. It
wasn’t until the zipper met her waist and the pink frills of Sakura’s bra
peeked out that she recognized an entirely different problem.
She had to undress. But in Sakura’s body. Which meant she was going to have to
look at and see her once best friend naked. Something that blonde could
confidently say she had never even considered. As if taking control of her body
hadn’t been violating enough, Ino wasn’t sure how she was supposed to feel
about this. Unfortunately she didn’t exactly have time to think about it.
The even sound of falling water was disrupted urging Ino to look without
thinking. Behind her Naruto had discarded the last of his clothes and had
jumped in ahead of her. Faced in her direction, he smiled shamelessly,
apparently intent to watch her. As a result, his naked erection now pointed
directly towards the poor girl. Who’s eyes locked onto its turgid length too
shocked to even think. Suddenly Sakura’s body was the least of her worries.
She swallowed against her throat, feeling the suddenly dry patch of skin drag
against each other. Without even thinking about it, the two halved of her dress
slid easily over her shoulders. Falling to her feet she was left in only her
bra and shorts. The sight seemed to attract the blond as his member bounced in
response. But all Ino could do was stare at it and try to keep her cheeks from
catching fire.
Almost bare from the waist up she couldn’t even think to hide her attention as
she observed her first ever male sex. The magazines she’d read growing up had
always gone on about size and what was good and what was bad. At its full
length, Ino could only shake her head thinking it was plenty.
Water trailed down his budding abs and along its shaft. Bright red, the vein’s
vining along its sides seemed almost painful.
She must have stared at it for a full minute before finally turning away. The
small sensation in her gut had all but multiplied. Forcing her body to feel a
strange humidity between her legs. One problem at a time, Ino forced herself to
return to the matter at hand. That being Sakura’s body.
Turned back to her own plight, she found herself suddenly faced with the
dangerous question of what to remove next. Her bra would show her Sakura’s
breasts. But something about her pants seemed to make the situation more real.
Not that seeing an erection didn’t do the same. But it did so in a more
personal way.
Taking another breath, she decided that it would have to happen eventually.
Fingers on each side of her hips, her finger hooked into the light spandex
hugging her hips and the highs and forced the material to her knees. Bending
over, she unknowing gave the blonde quite the view as her panty clad bottom
swayed side to side. Left in only a pair of pink panties, white frills lined
the waist band. Stood up straight, Ino glanced towards the mirror to see the
image of her rival in nothing but her underwear.
Once again she found curiosity leading her to places she knew she should avoid.
She liked to joke that Sakura was a wash board. But the fact of the matter was
that the curves were there. Nothing compared to her own of course. But still,
shifting and turning she could see that Sakura really had grown up to be a
fairly lovely young woman. And she could see why Naruto was so excited to see
her.
Still looking at herself, Naruto was still grinning at her back. But he was
easy to ignore. Him and his nudity was another mater all together. Right now
she found herself trapped by her own snooping
The bra was next, extending her blush from her cheeks all the way to her
collar. Pale skin flared a bright red and Ino found herself staring at the
breasts she currently owned. She didn’t really have much of an opinion either
way. They seemed nice enough anyway. But that was about all she could really
take from it.
Fingering the hem of her panties she decided to just do it, pushing them down
in a single quick motion. Past the swell of the hips gravity did the rest
pooling the flimsy material at her feet only to be kicked away.
‘Huh…’ That’s all that the girl found herself thinking as she stared at her
childhood friend’s bare sex. Bare as in naked, though a thin layer of darkish
pink hair rimed the otherwise pale and flushed sex. Before she could think
better of her, she found her hands drifting from her stomach to brush the wispy
pink strands. ‘Guess I can’t say she dyes her hair anymore.’
It was a strange experience getting such a bold view of another girl naked.
More than anything else, Ino found her eyes drawn to the small line reaching up
from between her legs. It was definitely going to be a strange experience the
next time she was supposed to look her friend in the face. Cheeks warm, she
finally turned around to give the blond her attention.
Naruto, up till this point, had been too absorbed watching Sakura’s nude body
in full daylight to notice her strange inspection. That being said, seeing her
turn around and nervously approach the small bath tub he made sure to step out
of the spray enough that she could step inside. Warm water quickly fell down
her body, soaking her in relaxing temperature. But stiff as she was, she hardly
noticed far too distracted by the proximity of Naruto’s extended appendage.
A small apartment and small bathroom, it would make sense for his shower to
match. At the moment she found herself acutely aware of the small space
separating her from the throbbing pillar dangling between the blonde’s legs.
Only made more apparent the way it seemed to always point in her direction,
just waiting to strike. Finally her musing were cut short by the sound of his
voice, practically bursting with cheer.
“Hehe,” he gave a perverted laugh. Even having had sex his cheeks still held
that healthy glow.
“Wow, Sakura’s really pretty!” Ino found herself glancing away, her own blush
forming under the compliment. Not every poetic, but the sheer honesty in the
statement seemed to affect her more than the actual words. That ugly feeling
returning in her gut. Ino felt her lips pinch.
“I’m okay,” she found herself saying, nose turned up in defiance. Maybe
billboard brow might not the troll she’d thought, but that didn’t mean she even
held a candle up to her real body. In the back of her mind, she found herself
wondering how the blond would react to her curvaceous goodness. And that, for
once, brought a real smile to her face.
Not that she ever would. But it was nice to imagine. The look on his face when
he saw her in all her glory. He’d never look at Sakura the same again. She
unknowingly allowed her smiled to grow even more. Delighting the blonde in what
he thought was his own actions.
“Here, let me wash your back.” Ino stared at him, brow raised. But compelled to
agree she found herself turning about face, her small breasts bobbing with each
step and her pert rear now faced in the blonde’s direction. Out of sight she
could hear the sound of water falling and a bottle being opened and closed.
Another moment passed before she found Naruto’s strong, callused hands pressed
against her smooth skin, foamy sweet smelling soap suddenly breaking into the
humid air.
Ino stood awkwardly, not really sure what to do in the situation. Happy just to
have his hands on her, Naruto didn’t seem to care at all leaving her to focus
on the slow comforting motions of his hands sliding against her back. Closing
her eyes, she admitted that it felt somewhat nice. Even leaning into the
sensations as soon as she allowed herself to relax.  
Naruto was good with his hands. Often clumsy and brutish, when he touched her
Ino didn’t feel anything like that. Instead basking in the gentle and careful
attention. He seemed genuine in his want to clean her, to care for her. And it
showed in the way he took his time.
Subconsciously picking up on these emotions Ino was helpless but appreciate the
care. Never before having been treated with such tenderness.
Maybe… maybe he isn’t as bad as she’d originally guessed. Still nothing
compared to Sasuke, but she could see how Sakura might be able to settle for
him. These musing flowed through her mind as Naruto’s hands continued up her
neck and down her shoulders.
Naruto could feel his cheeks bursting with enthusiasm as he explored his
girlfriend’s body. Soft and firm, she felt amazing under his hands and the
water only made it that much easier to slide his hands around. Up until now
he’d always had to let her shower up after sex alone. But he was quickly
deciding that he might have to convince her to let him join in more often.
Finished with her back, he’d scrubbed away enough to leave the skin pink and
clean. Pulling back she remained as she was, unaware that he’d finished.
Naruto, ever hopeful, immediately assumed this meant that she must want him to
wash other placed as well. An idea he could get behind.
Grabbing another hand of soap, he lathered it between his hands before once
again returning to her slender figure. The curved surface of her ribs meeting
his touch as he moved up and down her waist and hips. Ino, still basking in the
attention had no idea what was about to happen. Right up until his hands moved
up from under arms. Only to settle right on the small curves of her breasts,
Naruto took a step forward. The angle forcing him to settle his front right
against her sudsy back. The same action lined his erection against her pert
rear. Its firm length naturally sliding up to settle between the two soft
cushions. At the same time each hand now cupped his girlfriend’s budding chest.
Their pebbled nipples jutting out directly into his slippery grasp. And all the
while Ino could only gasp, her eyes flying open at the sudden change in tone.
She should have seen this coming, really. As loving and as genuine as Naruto’s
feelings were he was still a young man. And what did young men love more that
to get their hands on a nice pair of breast. Unfortunately, as the owner of
said breast, Ino was helpless but to stand there as the same hands she had just
been enjoying against her back now began to kneed her womanly flesh.
For Ino, it was a bit difficult to decide what freaked her out the most.
Feeling her breasts be touched by a boy, or said boy’s erection press against
her ass. The fact they were naked and that it was his bare skin touching her
finally won out and she found herself shivering at the contact.
‘It’s touching me! It’s touching me! It’s touching me!’ In a very immature
moment, Ino’s face screwed up the way it would if someone had forced to her to
pick up a bug or piece of trash. That being said, there was no denying the
weight of the moment. Buck naked and soaked to her core she was actually
touching her first ever penis. And what an impression it made.
Girlish squeals aside, Ino did find herself somewhat fascinated by the thing
pressed against her backside. Firm and hot to the touch, she could feel the
blonde’s heart beat thump against her skin. And she couldn’t help but swallow
against her throat feeling just how hard his heart was pounding.
In some way it made her happy to know he was even a little bit as nervous as
her. But the fact that it was because of Sakura’s body and Sakura herself swept
away any warmth that might have formed. Instead she found herself putting on a
thoughtful expression as she felt Naruto’s hands begin to explore.
Naruto, in his two weeks of dating Sakura, had done his best to learn as much
as he could about making their time together enjoyable for the both of them.
Things like how to kiss her, where she licked to be touched, and just how to
touch her being the chief concern. That being said, in Sakura’s body Ino was
pray to all the weakness the blonde hand been able to snuff out. Her breasts
just as vulnerable as the rest of her.
Still excited and grasping, Naruto’s fingers fumbled only a bit they rubbed
against the sensitive flesh. He grasped the orb and rolled the fatty meat
against her chest.
Nipples pressed against his palm, and his grip shifted just enough to rub slow
circles around each tightening bud. His reward being the end result as the two
reddish pick tips stood at attention.
Warm, pleasurable tingles arching up the girls spine and directly to the point
between her legs. Gasping at the reality of sexual pleasure, Ino found her eyes
widening at just what the blonde could do.
Unlike Sakura, Ino was no stranger to pleasure. Though as of yet the acts had
been resigned to only herself.
Masturbation aside, thoughts of a certain Uchiha had been more than enough to
carry her to orgasmic bliss in her pubescent age. That being said, the
difference of her own fingers pulling at her nipples, and those of a man left
her reeling. To the point that she was almost able to forget about the pillar
of flesh sawing against her backside.
‘Naruto’s actually pretty good at this,’ she allowed herself to acknowledge.
Closing her eyes once again, the shock of being grabbed had officially worn off
allowing her to sit back and enjoy the sparks of pleasure that left her toes
curling against the smooth, wet tiles.
Ino once again found herself faced with the shocking realization that Sakura
had been the first of them to lose her virginity. The teen girl would be lying
if she said she said she wasn’t at least a little jealous. Not of Naruto of
course. Goodness no. But that fact that she had reached that mile stone of her
life so quickly.
Had it hurt? Had it felt good? What did he say afterword? Did he say anything
at all? What kind of lover had Naruto turned out to be? These were just a few
of the questions she found running through her head. If they’d still been
friends she might have been able to get an answer from the pinkette. All
dressed up in their pajama’s eating food that hey both knew they shouldn’t eat.
Just like before. When the world had seemed so simple…
Ino found her sigh falling from her lips before she even knew it was coming.
Naruto’s attention had done more than just excite her breasts and those affects
were new well and spread throughout her slender form.
Between her legs she could feel the lips of her sex swell with arousal as well
as the tiny bead seated at its tip. With the solid mass of Naruto’s body
pressed against her back and the still throbbing meat of his erection rubbing
against her, the combination of hormones and stimulation was growing to be too
much for the blonde Kunoichi. The added stimulation forcing her mind to turn
towards… questionable avenues.
Would it really be so bad to take Naruto up on his offer? The thought of sex
had at first scared the crap out of her. But given enough time to process the
possibility, as well as to experience firsthand what Naruto had to offer, Ino
knew she was at least a little intrigued.
The fact that Sakura had beaten her to the punch was also a large contributing
factor. After all, it wasn’t like she could just let herself be left behind,
right? And who better than for it to be the guy Sakura had chosen? She might be
in Sakura’s body but it wasn’t like she wasn’t actively using it for the same
activity. Really, it just made sense.
This reasoning only rang more true as Ino felt the blunt ends of his finger
bear down on her tips, a wave of goose bumps consuming her skin as she felt the
shivers spread throughout her body.
“Hey Naruto?” Ino’s innocent tone asked. Leaned over her shoulder, his mouth
lined nearly perfectly to her ear. When he answered, his voice carefully muted
with arousal.
“Ah-huh?” Ino considered her words one last time, double checking that she
actually wanted to go through with it. In the end, Naruto made the decision for
her, his warm breath accidently breaking over the shell of her ear. Her
answering smile could be heard in her tone.
“You wouldn’t mind washing something else for me, would you?” Saccharine and
casual, one would have no idea about her real intentions. Which is why Ino
decided to take the initiative, reaching up to grab Naruto’s right hand and
pull it lower on her body.
The blonde finally seemed to catch on when she place it directly atop her
heated mound, his fingers breaking through the light pink hair. His response
was just as excited as she’d hoped, made evident by the defined jerk of his
swollen erection. She smiled deviously.
                                  *Alleyway*
“Shikamaru, how much longer is Ino gonna be? She said she be gone ten minutes.
That was like, half an hour ago!”
Still stuck in the alley their team had ambushed Sakura from, the two young men
were left to stand awkwardly around the still unconscious body of their female
teammate. Propped against the wall of one of the buildings, her head lolled
forward. A clear sign of her lack of consciousness.
Shikamaru, knowing what his friend had to be true, still found himself unsure
what to say. After all, it wasn’t like they could just leave her there. Ino
might be a pain but you didn’t need to be a genius to know leaving an
unconscious woman in a dark alley could only spell trouble.
That said, bringing her to someplace else wasn’t exactly much better. Even if
they did manage not to get spotted, which would be just about impossible to
explain, there was still their parents. And if Inoichi got wind of how his
daughter was using their family’s techniques, a shiver ran up his spine.
So, frowning, Shikamaru continued to lay beside the bags of garbage stacked
along the fence blocking the other end of the opening, trying his best to enjoy
the relative silence of the girl’s absence.
“Nothing we can but yell at her when she gets back.” As if he would even
bother. Still, this was pretty uncool, even for her. Shikamaru knew girls could
be bothersome, but whenever Sakura came into the picture Ino seemed to
completely lose it.
She could say that Sakura was trying to steal Sasuke all she wanted. But the
truth of the matter is probably closer to that she’s afraid to lose the last
connection to her friend. Hate was still a passionate emotion after all. But
for Sakura to just walk away, well, it was no wonder why Ino was going so
crazy.
Speak of the devil and she will appear.
Both boys jumped at the sound of a long, drawn out groan from their fallen
comrade. Turning to see her lift her head, she seemed dazed and confused. No
doubt a symptom of maintaining her Jutsu for too long. Shikamaru was the first
to approach her, unapologetic in the way he frown with disapproval.
“Jeez, take you long enough?” he commented with sigh. His was the type that
usually couldn’t be bothered to get angry. That didn’t mean he couldn’t get
annoyed. And watching Ino turned her dazed stare in his direction, she didn’t
even bother to pretend to be bashful, drawing her brows together in a pinched
furl.
“Shikamaru?” she sounded perplexed. The first sign that something wasn’t right.
Jumping on the instinct immediately, Shikamaru’s drawn expression pulled back
and he watched the girl with renewed caution.
She didn’t stand. Not right away. Instead holding her head in an attempt to
stop the world from spinning. When that finally settle she was allowed to look
back at her hand only to flinch at the alien appendage pretending to be her
own. Her eyes immediately turned to the rest of her, long sharply legs and hips
wrapped in purple. It was finally when she looked down at her chest, eyebrows
rising dramatically, that Sakura Haruno came to the conclusion that this was
not her body.
Breath short and mind still dragged down by unconsciousness, Sakura’s mind
raced to remember what had happened prior to waking. But the memories were
coming slow and muddled. Enough that she had to piece each event to the other
to make sense of it all.
Waking up that morning. Training with Sensei. Their mission. Naruto… And that
finally captured her attention, urging her to latch onto the moment as an
island in a sea of confusion.
Naruto, she’d been telling him that she couldn’t hang out with him today. A
fact that had left her equally disappointed. Afterwards she’d set off towards
her home, thoughts of her mother and an afternoon of confusingly concerned
glances on the horizon. Only to feel her entire body lock up. She’d… she’d
turned her head to see what was happening. Only see… see-.
Sakura’s slow recollection froze mid thought, a horrifyingly familiar sensation
in her- Ino’s crotch sending waves of sensation up and through her body. The
strange and unwelcomed pleasure terrified the girl and she looked around for
any kind of source. But left in an alley with two strange boys, none of whom
seemed capable of taking advantage in that way, the young woman found herself
looking inward more than out.
Her mind was scrambled. But taking a moment to concentration she understood
that this, what she was feeling wasn’t new. But had in fact been the thing to
awake her in the first place. Mind swallowed in darkness, the sensation of
hands and fingers probing and pulling at her breasts had brought on the most
embarrassingly humid dreams.
Part of her had recognized that these sensations were not all in her mind. But
it was only now that she was awake that the girl recognized the very real touch
of a hand traveling along her breasts. Her hands moved to cover the offended
area, hoping to ward off the ghostly molestation. But even that couldn’t stop
whatever was happening to her body.
Ino’s body. She knew that now. For whatever reason that pig of a girl had gone
through the trouble of stealing her body. Only to run off and do god knows
what. If she were allowed to actually think about her motivations, the pinkette
might be a bit more worried. But at the moment she was still struggling to cope
with the sensation of soggy bandages that Ino seemed to use instead pants!
“You’re not Ino.” Shikamaru’s exhausted voice sighed the words, forcing Sakura
to look up at his unhappy face. She was inclined to agree with the emotion,
though her features were bit more pinched. Anger rolling off of her as much as
arousal.
Struggling to her feet, the sensitive sensation of her own genitals made it a
difficult task. Ever present the ghostly sensations of hands on her body
continued to wrack her form. Only to be joined by another. It was after a
moment of deliberation that Sakura realized the pressure on her lips to mimic
that of a kiss.
“No,” she agreed, fists clenched angrily at her sides.
“You… probably want to know why Ino took your body.”
“That would be nice, yes.”
Staring into her burning blue orbs, Shikamaru decide that if Ino wanted
Sakura’s attention so bad, she’d gotten it. And that his responsibility ended
the moment his face was placed in any kind of danger.
If these girls wanted to bite and scratch each other they were free to do it.
With any luck, maybe they might actually manage to work something out this
time. But knowing them, it wasn’t likely.
“You’re not going to be happy.” He warned, already flinching. But Sakura just
glared, earning another sigh. He opened his mouth.
Oh, she was nothappy.
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A/N: Okay, so I feel like I should explain something that some people have
expressed some concerns about. That being, the direction of this story and my
decision to include other women into Naruto’s life. But there is one thing that
needs to be said.
A lot of you seem afraid that me including other women is going to ruin the
story. That I should either end the story here to make it a perfect Naruto x
Sakura pairing or continue with just to two of them. And to that, I can do
nothing to appease your fears other than to ask you to trust me.
Trust that I will take the time and care with each other girl as I have with
Sakura. Trust that I am with you in that I have been there reading all the
horrible, clan restoration act, Namikaze compound, goofball to god, fanfictions
that have been being written since the fandom began. And trust that will do
everything in my power to write this harem how it should be written, and that I
have the skills as a writer to achieve that.
Can I really achieve this? To be honest I don’t actually know. But I’ve managed
this far, haven’t I? All I’m asking is that you stick around to see. Or, if
you’re really stuck on the NaruSaku ending, stop reading now and consider the
third chapter as the last one. I’ll understand. As for everyone else…
Next_chapter: Ino continues on her path to one up her rival and Sakura finds
herself stuck in the middle of town feeling every kiss, suck, and touch going
on in her stolen body. Will Naruto discover the girl he’s with isn’t his
beloved Sakura? Or even worse, will he find himself liking this version of her
even more?  
***** Chapter 5 *****
A/N: Alright guys, here is another chapter. I wanna give a big thanks to
everyone who commented, reviewed, etcetera. I know a lot of you have been
somewhat put off by how long it takes for me to update. And, like usual, I will
be addressing this topic at the end of the chapter for when you've finished
reading. Along with a few other announcements I highly suggest checking out.
But before that I would like everyone to welcome my new Beta who I so
desperately needed. Lords of Ember Celica will be editing all my chapters from
now on, and is even in the process of correcting past work. The first chapter
has already been fixed and we will continue on towards the rest. Hopefully the
difference is notable.
Tag(s): Oral, Missionary, Public Arousal, Humiliation.
Girl(s): Sakura, Ino
Beta: Lords of Ember Celica
Word Count: 12,302
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                                   Chapter 5
Ino feeling the blond's hand at her sex was honestly the point where she was
beginning to question if she'd lost her mind. This was way beyond her usual
level of reckless behavior, the fact she was standing naked in the shower with
a boy being the perfect testament to this fact. But despite knowing that what
she was doing was crazy, the youth couldn't find it in her to push him away.
No, in fact she pulled him closer. So dangerously close that he was just inches
from that delicate place between her legs. And yet that still wasn't enough.
Forget that it was Naruto, and forget that she was in Sakura's body. Her skin
was still tingling from his ministrations and that had only been around
her breasts. It intrigued her, and made her question what else he could do. And
rather than let her mind and rationality measure the consequences of giving
pursuit to these new emotions, Ino's heart was driven by the instincts that had
crafted the young woman into who she was.
She wanted to experience this. The thrill of it was better than any shopping
spree she'd ever thrown herself into. How quickly things were progressing, and
the inevitable destination was of course on her mind. But whether she was
actually going to have sex with him was still up in the air. For now her blood
was burning in her veins and she could only hope his hands were the cure.
Naruto blinked wildly into the falling spray. For a second, he actually
considered turning Sakura around to double check and make sure hadn't
accidently grabbed another girl by mistake. But no, by now his hands knew
Sakura's shape by heart. And what he was touching could only be his lovely
sweetheart.
He still found himself taken aback by her boldness. Glancing down at her face,
she smiled pleasantly as though she'd just asked him to pick up his dirty
laundry or some other menial task. Not at all the sexual favor she'd actually
requested.
Compared to the girl that normally refused to even admit to enjoying sex, it
was more than a little incredible. Despite himself, Naruto was beginning to
find himself genuinely enjoying this new Sakura. And his actions made that
abundantly clear. Without a word his hands swallowed the final distance,
eagerly searching out the folds and lips of her flushed sex.
He easily found his way, and enjoyed the slightly sticky texture of something
other than tap water clinging to her soft petals. Meanwhile, 'Sakura' continued
smiling up at him, innocent as ever. It only encouraged him to reach even
further, the soft skin of her sex gliding under the rough pads of his fingers
until he finally reached her waiting hole. This, finally, earned a reaction.
And he was allowed to witness his girlfriend's eyes close in an unmistakable
gasp of pleasure. Naruto's eyes however remained open, taking in her breathy
and quivering expressions for as long as they would last.
Feeling Naruto's thick appendages search out the point of her want, the
sensation of the callused digits forcing themselves inside her body left her
groaning with satisfaction. With muscles much stronger than her own, she found
herself tightening around him to increase the delicious friction. And the
sensation of something rubbing inside her was as new as it was wonderful.
Naruto seemed to know exactly where to touch, even the smallest of twitches
sending wonderful sparks throughout her pelvis. For the first time she found
herself happy Naruto had stuck so close to her back because without him to lean
on, she wasn't sure how long her legs would hold out.
Ino's face stretched into a long, basking grin. Eyes closed, the shower's spray
pelted her face as she could feel each droplet trail down her sensitive skin.
From her face to her neck, down her collarbone and shoulders where they would
either trail down her breast and flat stomach or her curved back and supple
ass.
The pressure of Naruto's fingers pushing past her folds in strong sure motions.
The especially filling sensation that stretched her walls made itself known as
he dared a second digit. More than prepared, Ino's back arced from the
attention, her breast jutting out until their pointed tips were pelted in the
shower's spray. Now peppering the flushed surface, each rivet of water felt
like a bullet of pleasure drilling through her skin and directly into her core.
Her fingers bit into the blond's arm, nails bearing into the toned muscles each
time he managed to reach further up into her channel. The deeper penetration
left her lungs empty and heart racing. Before she knew what was happening, the
heavy breathing that had been drowned out by the showers water changed,
becoming sharper and higher pitched, like nothing she'd ever thought she'd hear
from her own mouth.
Naruto stopped for a moment, his excited smile now impossibly huge as he
listened to Sakura moan. Muffled squeaks and the occasional grunt were all the
girl normally was willing to give him. But whatever had happened to make her
become so bold, also seemed to loosen her lips. The actual sound of her
pleasure echoed in the small space of their tub. More than encouraged, Naruto
redoubled his efforts eager to hear even more.
Ino's purring expression fell after a few minutes of Naruto's attention. No
less enjoyable, a tightening in her gut demanded her attention as the familiar
sensations of an orgasm began to tighten her innards. Winding, the pressure in
her sex seemed to rule her mind. The same reason urged her hips against the
blond's grasping fingers, the pulsing nub at the top of her cleft grinding
against his palm. The added stimulation proved to be too much, and Ino felt her
green eyes snap open in her release.
Coiled tight in her belly, a wave of pleasurable tingles arched up her spine
and down through her toes. The added benefit of having Naruto still firmly
lodged in her quivering channel made the sensations that much more powerful.
Bearing down on the fingers as if it's what she was born to do, she let her
femininity take over and guide her through the pleasure as her hips jerked and
shook. Still burning her veins, the young teen was forced to acknowledge that
the blond was actually the cause of her affliction, rather than a cure. But
never had it felt so good to feel herself set ablaze.
Gasping through her bout, the resounding sensation slowly began to decline and
the gap between crests grew. Finally, after what seemed like a full minute of
twitching, the breaths she'd been holding left her in a rush, immediately
following a sudden spell of lightheadedness. But even in this foggy, pleasure
ridden state the girl had enough mind to conjure, 'way better than my fingers…'
In the steam riddled shower the constant vibrations of water hitting tile was
only interrupted by the deep, desperate breaths still filling Ino's young
chest. Half lidded, her mind still seemed to be off on some distant cloud of
pleasure. Leaving her body to rest against the solid frame of Naruto who
dutifully held her up from the floor. When her mind finally did catch up, she
found herself unsure of what was supposed to be there.
"Wow," that dominated the space more than anything else. Because, wow. And that
just about summed it up. In her young life she could honestly say nothing had
ever felt as good as Naruto Uzumaki's fingers. A concept she would have laughed
at just an hour ago. But that now seemed to strike at her very core. Limbs
heavy and sluggish, she regained enough coordination to turn and look up at the
other blond, craning to look over her shoulder. And what she saw actually
stopped her breath.
Still smiling, his expression had relaxed from its normally stressed size to
something gentler. Matching the emotion, his eyes stared down at her with a
kind of affection Ino had never seen before even on her own face. It spoke of
more than simple infatuation or crushes; it seemed real in a way that left her
unable to look away. All of it was framed by his bright, golden locks heavy
from the falling water.
For the first time in her life, she found herself looking at someone other than
Sasuke and felt her heart race. All of this finally came to a head when his
lips moved to capture her own.
Out there on the couch his lips had been forceful and brutish; not to mention
chapped. Now Ino could feel a sense of possessiveness that left her feeling
wanted and cherished. She could feel how much the blond needed her, how much he
wanted her, and it was almost too much for her to process. How could she when
vapid, superficial love was all she knew?
Cautiously at first, her lips moved against his. He tasted of the water that
slipped between their lips, mixing with their combined saliva and forcing her
to drink it down. The effect left her stomach warm and comfortable. Turning
around her arms moved to pull herself against the young man.
'Was this what Sakura had been talking about?' Ino wondered. In the middle of
the street she'd talked about how Naruto had made her feel. At the time the
blonde had thought it was just all talk. But feeling his hands pull her against
his chest and tasting the need of him as he pulled at her lips, she could
actually feel what Sakura had been taking about. She basked in it, clung to it;
to the point she even forgot for a moment who it was she was pretending to be.
But pulling away, Naruto's words would force that reality back around her.
Ino sighed into the kiss, fingers clutching at his arm still wrapped so
protectively around her as his tongue eventually returned to invade the small
space of her mouth. Slightly deluded, the salt rich taste of ramen was still
strong enough to give the girl a full blast of flavor. But this time she found
herself welcoming it.
"Heh," Naruto gave a chuckle pulling away. Smiling, Ino gave him an inquisitive
look, to which he just blushed. "You're so different today," he mused, though
not in any way that frowned. Ino took the comment with a flash of worry. One
she smothered with a grin.
"Well, us girls need to have our secrets every now and then." She brushed it
off. Still, a part of her nagged at the back of her mind as she found herself
continuing despite knowing better, "do you… not like it?" she offered. And
though she appeared only somewhat interested, in truth her heart once again
thundered in her chest with anticipation.
Naruto seemed to think for a moment, eyes squinting in concentration. But when
he answered his tone was as light and joyful as ever. "Sure I like it!" and
Ino's heart thumped wildly. But he wasn't done. "But I like other Sakura-chan
too." Her stomach dropped.
Slightly more perturbed, her expression remained light with just a few cracks
disrupting her mask. Pressing her hand against his pecs, she allowed her
fingers to trace small circles in the water coursing down his chest. "Okay,"
she started carefully, "but say you had to choose one. Just for some weird
reason, which do you prefer?" Now Naruto really had to scratch his head.
'Choose?' It didn't really make sense. And even if it did, he found himself
somewhat troubled by the decision. On one hand, the Sakura up till now might be
a little grumpy, but she was also super cute in her own way. Even if she
thought he couldn't see her pretending not to enjoy herself, all he needed to
do was look in her eyes to see the affection she tried to hide. That being
said, he found himself enjoying this part of her as well. Not only was she lots
of fun, but it felt kind of nice seeing her so bright and cheery. Caught
between two difficult choices, Naruto simply did what he does best and made his
own.
"Both!" he answered brightly. When Ino frowned, he didn't let it affect him;
instead pulling her against him to feel her soft wet body. "I like you no
matter how you act. I'll always stay by your side, remember?"
Instead of inspiring a flush of warm butterflies in her stomach like he'd
intended, the same black substance from before made itself known, souring and
rolling like she'd swallowed a beetle. Regardless, she allowed herself to be
held. Face drawn and eyes pinched in undeniable displeasure. This lasted a
handful of moments until a thought came to mind. One that inspired a special
kind of smile that would have left a certain shinobi sighing the word,
'troublesome'.
Poor Naruto had no idea what he was in for when she pulled away, a sickly sweet
smile beaming in his direction. "Hey, Naruto-kun?" she prompted. And Naruto
smiled in answer. "What would you say if I told you we should see other
people?" And just like that Naruto's expression froze, slowly dropping like the
last beams of light of a setting sun.
'Sakura, Sakura, Sakura, what the hell is so great about her anyway?' It made
Ino's teeth hurt just hearing him talk about her. Well, he wasn't so lovey
dovely now, was he?
Confusion more than anything else seemed to claim his face as he took a step
back to look at her. Ino let her smile grow enough to flash her pearly white
teeth. "Look, Naruto. It's been fun. Really. But I mean, don't you think you
could do better? You might be a little on the rough side. But there's potential
there. Way more than a girl like me deserves." But Naruto didn't listen to her
words. And after a moment, it was Ino's turn to look confused as the bright and
handsome features she'd just been admiring darkened into a harder mask.
"wha-?"
"You can't leave me." Naruto's voice rang over the shower's spray firm and
strong. The statement left her blinking. Both from the fact he thought he could
just tell her that, as well as a differing, more confusing sensation in the
back of her mind. "You don't want anyone else, there isn't anyone else. You
only want me to be your boyfriend. Only me. Forever, okay?" Panic bleeding into
his tone. Ino could only stare into his piercing blue orbs while feeling her
throat tighten.
'What… what am I doing?' The weight of the question threatened to crumble her
mask as she was forced to take a long hard look at herself. In the shower with
the boyfriend of the person she had once cared about. Even worse, she'd gone
out of her way to hurt that person, all at the expense of the poor boy who now
stared at her with a fear she'd never before seen. It left her blinking, hurt.
And all she could do was wonder why she had allowed the day to go so far.
The sensation in her stomach answered for her, tight and ugly. It was only
after a moment that she was able to understand what had been haunting her the
entire day. Jealousy, of Sakura. That she'd found a boy who loved her this
much. One who cared for her and loved her for more than just her looks. Who, at
the mere mention of her leaving, left him in a near panic.
She wanted that. And that's why it seemed to hurt so much each time he looked
at her in that special, heart fluttering way. Because she knew it wasn't for
her. It was for another girl. A girl she had always thought to be her sidekick.
And why? For what? It left her wanting, a hollow sensation in the back of her
heart as she tried to make sense of all of her actions. It was with a start
that the answer bloomed to life. Her eyes turned back towards the blond filled
with a kind of wonder.
Did she want Naruto to be her boyfriend? Even thinking the words left her warm
and nervous. Her heart seemed to flutter at the very thought and a new kind
heat rose to her cheeks. It sounded impossible, but looking at him now she was
finding her affections all kinds of twisted. But at the end of the long maze,
the answer was as true and unavoidable as anything inherently true in the
world. Yes.
She didn't want him to look at Sakura like that. She wanted him to look
at her like that. Full of love and care, and to make all the same promises.
Sasuke… Sasuke seemed like a distant memory all of a sudden. A ghost of an
emotion that had only been proved as such after she was able to experience what
it truly felt like to be loved. The effect left her breathless, and stepping
towards the panicking boy Ino put on a comforting expression.
"H-Hey," she started, and watched him watch her bring her hands up to cup his
cheeks. He seemed to calm a bit at her touch, but the furled wrinkle in the
middle of his brow remained. "It was a joke,” she explained, offering a
comforting grin urging him to relax. “I'm not going anywhere, don't worry. How
could any girl even think about leaving a guy as great as you?" Naruto took a
few deep breaths, searching her face for…something, but what she couldn't tell.
Whether he believed her or not, he apparently decided it didn't matter;
choosing instead to capture her lips with his own. Ino melted into the embrace;
the bittersweet sensations of having him hold her so closely lingering with the
knowledge that it still wasn't actually for her. Now that she understood the
tightness in her stomach it did little to sooth the sickness. But she couldn't
say she was unhappy with the results either.
She wasn't Sakura, but she was. At least for today. And what better opportunity
to explore these new emotions?
Her devious smile returned, but this time with the intent of good instead of
evil. That said, drawing her hand from his cheek, she allowing it to trail over
the tight skin of his chest and stomach before settling on the still half hard
erection pressing against her.
"Let me take care of that for you," she offered, eyes glittering as she watched
him pull back. Nervous, she could see the arousal still lingering, hungry for
her. It was that which gave her the confidence to lower herself down his body,
the angle of her knees crouching against the hard tiles. Like this she found
herself face to face with the blond's penis, a daunting and exciting view
dangling mere inches from her face.
So close, Ino couldn't help but take a moment to admire what rested in her
palm. Throughout her 'studies' the young kunoichi had caught more than a
glimpse at what to expect from the opposite sex. That being said, a picture in
a magazine and real life proved yet again to be like night and day.
The sheer sexuality the image of her kneeling before his cock conjured returned
it to its turgid state. Long and hard in her hand, Ino gave a few experimental
pumps, marveling at the soft, hard texture that flexed under fingers. Even
more, its bright red head remained pointed at her face, a small amount clear
liquid standing apart from the rest of his body's runoff.
Ino wasn't stupid. Seeing Sakura run out of that alley covered in jizz, her
pants had still been firmly in place. Which meant the clever thing had decided
to use another method to reward her boyfriend. Thankfully, Ino found herself
giddy to step up to the plate and give it a go herself.
She kissed its tip, smiling as soon as the spongy surface slipped between her
pursed lips. The salty fluid immediately splashed across her tongue, ironically
familiar to the taste of his kiss. Rather than shrink away, the young girl
found herself fascinated. Her first real venture into the adult world happening
on her knees and attempting to pleasure a boy with her mouth. This thought
thrilled her like nothing else. And regaining her stamina with surprising
speed, the tender flesh of her sex reawakened as its petals flushed and swelled
sweetly.
She took it one inch at time, tactfully allowing her mouth to trace lines up
and down the many veins lining the turgid shaft. The effect was met with
obvious approval from her new lover who groaned openly. Her green eyes gazed
upward, watching him gleefully and it encouraged her to go further. Deep in her
mouth, the bulbous head swelled and she could feel it near the back of her
throat. Her research had warned her of just this moment; to be careful going
further than she was prepared or experienced enough to take. But relaxing the
muscles guarding her throat she surprised the blond by forcing herself even
further.
Her research had said not to take more than she was prepared for, or
experienced to take. Many hours of practice and more soggy bananas than she
would ever admit to using had seen to that problem being solved.
Naruto Uzumaki was going to be hers. That was just a fact in Ino's mind as she
felt the uncomfortable sensation of the Naruto's member occupying such a small
space. She wouldn't make the mistake of trying to trick him in Sakura's body,
oh no. But that didn't mean she couldn't take this time to learn all his dirty
little secrets and build the perfect strategy to snatch him away from Forehead.
That in mind, the blonde allowed her lips to seal around his base, her gentle
suction drawing even more blood into his stressed staff.
Naruto felt his breath stop, pleasure of a different kind stealing his legs out
from under him while Ino's head bobbed in his lap with growing familiarity. It
was her first time, so it was difficult to grow entirely accustomed to the
sensation of something battering the back of her throat. Naruto couldn't help
but take notice of the enthusiasm his girlfriend was putting into the act. And,
while always pleasurable, he's yet to see her so ready or willing for this kind
of thing…or much of anything physical if he was being honest.
Usually frowning and grumbling the whole time, now she was attacking him with a
smile on her face and a light in her eyes. Speaking of which, glancing down he
felt himself jerk at the bright green orbs glimmering in his direction. The
connection startled him, to the point he couldn't look away. Ino decided to top
the moment off with a wink, completing the picture. Naruto stared for a moment
longer before allowing his slacked features to drift towards the bare white
wall.
Today was a weird day…
Blowjobs, as it turned out, were far less fun than she had been led to believe.
Ino came to this conclusion just three minutes in of swallowing the blond's
meat, her jaw aching and throat sore from the constant ramming.
That being said, the results made up for the discomfort as she was getting to
watch her future boyfriend's face twist and wince in pleasure. Not wanting to
disappoint, or loose to her rival, she was determined to see him reach his end.
The young woman was about to get her wish a bit earlier than she'd anticipated,
enthusiasm and determination more than making up for her lack of familiarity
with the rod. The tightening in his groin resounded through his body, and
Naruto's fists begin to tighten at his side.
A familiar gesture and one the real Sakura had long since learned to be her
only warning before he blew his load. Oblivious to this, the blonde continued
on his staff with the speed and eagerness that had brought him to this point,
her reward being a full and filling blast of his juices right into her open
mouth.
Pooling in the back of her throat the girl started choking from the sudden
burst, barely managing a gasp between the mouthful of meat and seed. Stopping
herself in a moment's breath, she held her head against his staff intent on
waiting it out. Once again she found herself regretting her bold decision, as
the real flavor of his seed began to spread across her tongue.
The clear watery substance before had been just a bit salty with an underlying
taste of something far more unpleasant. Now receiving the same substance, but
in concentrate, Ino's nose curled in displeasure. And she fought just to keep
her lips around his shaft. But she was determined to show Naruto, as well as
herself that she could do it. Especially if Sakura had been this entire time.
That being said when the stream finally tapered and she was able to pull away
waiting to see if it had at least been worth the effort, she wasn't
disappointed with what she saw.
The image of Naruto's face openly gasping was almost enough to cleanse her
pallet. It left a sense of victory seizing her slim form. This was proof that
Sakura wasn't the only one that could make him happy and that she had more than
what it took. Tonight Naruto might go to sleep thinking about Sakura's face,
but it would be the last, or her name wasn't Ino Yamanaka.
Smiling to herself, there was still the issue of the bitter cream sticking to
the roof of her mouth. The thickness and sticky consistency was worse than the
taste itself. Nevertheless, seeing as how he'd came in her mouth she decided
there was really only one thing she was supposed to do with it. And so,
figuring it to be the norm between her rival and Naruto, Ino tilted her had
back and allowed the viscous slime to roll down her throat and into her
stomach. The aftertaste left behind was no less unpleasant.
Naruto remained unaware of the event, still struggling to stand in the
aftermath of his girlfriend's attention.
Ino rose to her feet, cheery cheeked and tickled pink at the thought of
affecting the boy so much. Glancing down, she figured she would see him limp
and satisfied but was surprised to find him as hard as when she'd started. This
both pleased and surprised her.
She was sure that she'd read somewhere that it was supposed to go soft for a
little while after cumming. But in reality, this didn't change much if anything
of her plans. And steeling herself against his chest, his arms naturally
wrapped around her body and held her against him. She beamed at the attention.
"Think you can go again?" she asked him, mostly rhetorically. Even then she
could feel him pressed between their stomachs, hot and ready to do all the
naughty things she'd dreamed about. Naruto opened his eyes to see her watching
him, pleased and smiling with anticipation. Finally deciding to just stop
question her new and vigorous take on their relationship, he could only smile
back. The small and terrifying moment of Sakura leaving him all but repressed
to enjoy the rest of their time together.
When Naruto nodded his head, Ino felt her heart soar and her stomach drop. Like
any young woman, the prospect of her first time was always an anxious event.
Ino knew what to expect if she was in her own body. The pain, the discomfort,
all of which would stop from really enjoying the moment. If any man was going
to make her into a woman, it was Naruto. And she understood that now. But even
more, she wanted some clue as how to best please him when dealing with the pain
of her first time.
She would steal him from Sakura, to Ino the fact was as true as it was innate.
Like people needed to breath or flowers were beautiful. It just went without
saying. But when he was able to make love to her real body, she was determined
to make it a night he would never forget. And you know what they say, practice
makes perfect.
                                *Konoha Market*
Sakura was going to kill Ino. Not in a playful, 'oh you rascal,' kind of way.
But slow, painful, murder.
On the way to find where her body had walked off to the phantom sensations
she'd been feeling had gone up a notch, several by her standards. Stuck in the
middle of the road in broad daylight, one can imagine feeling yourself being
penetrated would come off as surprising and possibly even unsettling. It was
thanks to this however, that Sakura was finally able to understand just what
the hell was happening and where her body was.
The deep thrusts, the taste of faded ramen in her mouth, as well as the
sensation of fingers gripping her ass were all just a bit too familiar. She
realized that whatever was causing this was connected to Naruto in some way.
And considering what Shikamaru had told her, it didn't take her level of
intelligence to figure out the fact that Ino was fucking her boyfriend.
Why? She could say, but she didn't particularly care either. Not any more than
what will get her out of the streets and her hands around Ino's pretty little
neck. That being said, even that amount of effort was not easily achieved. Not
while her legs and lower half continued to quiver in the aftermath of her
explosive pleasure.
Of all the times she'd wished for larger breasts, actually having them left
much to be desired. Besides the obvious inconvenience of their size and weight
pulling on her aching shoulders and back, Sakura was horrified by just how much
they moved around while walking. Even under the tight compression of Ino's
bandages, a poor substitute for actual underwear Sakura found, the jiggling and
wobbling was maddening, made only worse by their hardened tips.
Each step pulled them against the fabric, sending small sparks of pleasure
throughout the full and surprisingly sensitive mounds. On top of being
cumbersome a radiating warmth had spread through the supple flesh. Combined
this resulted in her walking like a drunkard, her legs weak and pelvis numb.
She could feel the resulting wetness drooling down the inside of her thighs and
soaking the pathetic excuse for panties Ino called bandages. The only solace
she found was that when the people walking past looked at her rosy cheeks and
sweat stained face, it was Ino's that greeted them. And that any reputation
gained (or lost) at the end of the day would rest solely on her shoulders.
Stiffing her heavy breathing and helpless moans, she'd made decent progress.
But of course, standing in a crowd of people, whatever effort she'd put up to
appear normal was dashed the moment she felt her insides clench and accumulated
wetness suddenly surge from between her legs. She fell to her knees without
warning, earning more than one suspicious glance from the stream of people
passing her by.
Until that day, Sakura could honestly say that all of her orgasms had been
pleasant, if a bit embarrassing. But then she'd never had one before in front
of total strangers. Falling to her knees, she could only clutch her stomach,
teeth clenched as she attempted to ride it out. The crotch and insides of her
thighs were all but ruined with the blonde's juices by this point, a thought
that truly disgusted her.
Try as she might to stay quiet, a long groan had followed the unwelcomed
climax. Enough that a person who could recognize the signs of a young woman
enjoying herself just a bit too much would recognize what was happening.
Thankfully she'd managed to squeak by with only a few confused glances, and one
knowing grin from a particularly scantily clad kunoichi dressed in a trench
coat of all things. Those brown eyes filled with laughter were bad enough, but
if there had been any doubt that the woman knew what was going on, her
salacious wink put them to rest. And yet even that wasn't the worst part.
What truly made Sakura's stomach churn was the smell. Wafting from her in waves
of musk, the particular aroma of Ino's arousal hung around her like a cloud,
making it all but impossible to ignore the familiar scent of womanly juices. Of
all the things Sakura had learned about her friend in her lifetime, that
particular fact she could have gone without.
Struggling to her feet, she decided that it would just have to be one more
reason to give to the police after she was through with the person she had once
called friend and explaining why she had so brutally murdered a fellow kunoichi
of the village. With that she struggled to her feet to continue onwards, one
step at a time.
                             *Naruto's Apartment*
Ino was the first to step out the shower, gingerly reaching for a nearby towel
to dry the beads of water still clinging to her pinked warm skin. Naruto joined
her a moment later, happily watching all the movements and gestures of her
naked body as she went through the motions. Her hair especially seemed to take
a moment. But naked as the day they were born both young teens strolled into
fresh air of Naruto's apartment, skin covered in gooseflesh from the cool, dry
air.
Without a second thought or care for tidiness of any sort Ino tossed the towel
to the floor as soon as she could no longer feel water droplets down her back.
The effect left her with a new kind of nervousness, a kind of exposure that
left her already quivering stomach tightening. Keeping her eyes bright, she
turned to look at her blond partner whose eyes were already focused on her
glistening body. Seeing the appreciative gleam erased any of her insecurities
and only further cemented the goal of one day seeing that expression through
her own eyes as he gazed upon her body. But this would have to do.
For now.
Her heart fluttered in her chest but she couldn't find it in herself to do
anything about it. Her first time, a moment every girl dreamed of, and yet she
found herself unaware of how to respond. Thankfully, Naruto was always more
than willing to take the initiative, moving toward the girl completely unaware
of the weight of the moment. Yet in a way that alone helped to calm her, taking
safety in the knowledge she would be cared for by someone who was so sure in
their actions. When his arms encircled her, she closed her eyes and welcomed
his lips with hers.
Rinsing her mouth out multiple times had all but eliminated the sticky, bitter
and salty flavor from her mouth and allowed her to appreciate the uniqueness
that was the blond's tongue and everything it did to her own. Filling her and
licking at her own delicate pink appendage she answered back as best she could.
A job Naruto deemed satisfactory if his groan was anything to go by. Without
breaking contact, the two somehow managed to coordinate their movements enough
to stumble towards the small single mattress in the corner of the room. And
feeling the soft covers pressing against her naked backside along with the now
welcome weight of her partner settle on top of her, Ino took a special moment
just to embrace the fact of what was happening.
Not because of Sakura, not as some spiteful need to once again prove herself,
not even really because of Naruto. But because of her, and because it was
something she wanted and she needed. And oh god did she need it.
Between her legs warmth had bloomed and only increased and intensified as the
blond's hands roamed over her body. He seemed to enjoy her breasts especially,
a fact that lifted her spirits to no end given her own bodies far more generous
mounds. But it never lasted too long before she could feel the telltale squeeze
of fingers sinking into her bottom.
She tried to return the gestures as best she could. Inexperienced, she found
her curiosity driving her more than anything else.
Her hands trailed along the toned surface of his chest and stomach, the firm
suppleness as delightful as it was tantalizing. Her lips stretched into a smile
around their kiss, unable to help the appreciative reaction.
Naruto, underneath his big puffy jacket, had more going for him than she'd
originally been led to believe. And it left her wondering if a certain pale
eyed heiress might have taken a peek somewhere along the line with those all
seeing eyes of hers. Seeing her watch Naruto all throughout the academy had
been creepy to say the least...however if this is what she'd actually been
staring at, or better yet what was currently pressed against the inside of her
thigh, then, well, who could really blame her? Speaking of…
Ino gave a fretful sigh feeling the focus of her attention slide closer to her
femininity. The thought that something so long or big could actually
fit inside her was still an impressive one, but she found herself anxious to
find out for herself. Her patience was finally rewarded as Naruto pulled back
and out of her open lips.
He wiped the spit away, eyes squinting under his own grin and Ino stared up at
him with the same kind of excitement. Between the valley of her breasts, she
looked between their bodies to the veined tube of flesh poised at her opening
and felt her heart lurched at the sight. Stifling the emotion, she allowed her
legs to open even further, the slick petals of her dewy sex parting open as a
result. Defenseless, and completely at the boys mercy, Ino could only wait for
the blond to drive his member into her waiting hole.
Planning to watch his organ disappearing into her body, Ino's eyes turned
towards Naruto's face instead. Below, his hand circled his member, aiming its
enflamed head towards her puffy lips. That fact should have been startling,
even worrying for most girls. But all Ino could think was that she'd never seen
such a wonderful shade of blue.
She felt it first, the pressure of something pushing against the muscles
guarding her opening. The effect left her gasping and her hands immediately
moved to grip the strong pillars of his arms braced on each side of her. The
pressure didn't yield, instead increasing until the swollen head finally pushed
past up into her body. The impossible moment was made only sweeter by the
sudden and euphoric clenching of her future boyfriend's face.
Her grip tightened and she found the small of her back arching as if it had a
mind of its own. The new angle made his progress that much easier, allowing his
member to invade the now familiar tightness that he'd come to love oh so much.
Poor Ino had hardly a moment to grow accustom to the new feeling before the
sudden fullness of her insides was withdrawn; only to be shoved right back
inside.
For Naruto it was just another afternoon of making love to his girlfriend.
Beginning at the practiced pace they'd both grown use to, he had no idea what
the onslaught of new and wonderful sensations was doing to the virgin below
him. Doing her best to simply hold on, her face pinched into a slight grimace
while her breathing grew desperate of its own accord. Nevertheless, despite the
near sensation overload, the young woman couldn't deny it was incredible.
Her hips rolled each time his lap slapped against the backs of her thighs. The
vibrations rippled through her body to collect right at the point of her clit.
The rhythmic thumping of his erection reaching so deep inside of her, further
than her own fingers and more than she'd ever attempted on her own. It was
fascinating really. But each time she even tried to pay attention and
appreciate the tingling racing up her spine she found herself assaulted by
another three. That in of itself made the act that much more enjoyable. A never
ending peek that only climbed and she was helpless to do anything but be swept
away.
For Naruto's part, he was finding himself equally enthralled by their day's
activity. A kind of electricity that had to build, sparking between him and the
girl wrapped around his length. Having sex with Sakura had always been
enjoyable. But this… this felt new.
He could say it was any number of things, from the way she bucked against his
invading member or how she seemed to be determined to squeezing the life out of
his dick, but something about today had felt different. Hell, everything about
his girlfriend today seemed off. But there was no denying the pleasure he could
feel spreading through his system. Or the fever that seemed to be taking hold
of him, urging him to move faster and thrust deeper into her soft body. Before
either of them knew it, a fine layer of sweat covered their bodies, saturating
the skin they'd just dried moments ago with humid sweat.
Ino rang Sakura's voice throughout the apartment in a way that would no doubt
result in multiple complaints from the apartments directly adjacent to his.
Unlike Sakura, her blonde counterpart held no qualms in telling the blond
exactly what he was doing to her.
Quick, short whimpers of approval escaped her lips only to be cut short by the
fleshy impact of their bodies. Biting down on her lip the need for air
eventually overwhelmed her, allowing her lugs to gasp for the precious element.
All of it leading to one wonderful moment.
Ino felt the familiar tightening sensation in her belly, but so much more
powerful than ever before. Almost by reflex her thighs wrapped around his
waist, locking her ankles together to make sure she reached her peak. Gasping
with his every thrust and moaning each time he withdrew, she could do little to
warn the boy riding on top of her except the biting sting of her nails into his
bulging forearm. Too lost in his own bliss the small pricking only heightened
his pleasure, the steady tightening of her inner muscles and copious juices
finally pushing the building cum from his balls into her waiting body.
Ino gasped feeling the sudden splurge of semen coating her insides. Out of
everything, this moment stood apart from the rest, forcing her eyes open and to
dance around the room. Hot and sticky the same gunk that had tasted so foul
traveling down her throat now stained the inside of Sakura's body, collecting
in the very back of her channel in a pool of heat and pleasure. Thighs
quivering around his hips and breath freezing in her chest, her face turned a
lovely shade of pink as she found herself experience the most powerful orgasm
of her young life.
The delicious heat in her lap began to spread throughout her extremities. Toes
curling from the experience, she could swear colors flashed behind her clenched
eyes. Though, that could easily have been from the lack of air she was
currently holding hostage in her lungs. Remaining in this position, her back
arched off the bed and the small mounds of her breast jiggled with each tremor.
She clenched and unclenched every muscle in her body as she rode out the waves
of her orgasm. Finally, she fell into a comfortable, boneless heap that seemed
to melt into the natural lumps and groves of the old mattress.
It was impressive how quickly Ino found herself changing her mind about
something she'd thought she knew so much about. The magazines, the scrolls, the
novels, even the pillow books, they'd said nothing about this. Fifty three ways
to make sure your man can't walk tomorrow. Seven aromas to keep your man
chasing you. Forty seven clues to know what he wants. They were all just words
now. Words for stupid little girls who thought they knew everything. She'd been
so sure of herself, but it was no wonder Sakura had been able to look so damn
smug! If anything she was being modest by Ino's own estimation.
This… this was sex. One simple, three letter word that somehow was able to
encapsulate everything that had just happened.
How many times had she lain up at night picturing this exact moment with the
face of another looming over her body? And how different those two appearances
ended up being. Bright blue eyes in place of mysterious dark ones; skin that
was tan from daily exercise and living outdoors rather than cool and pale from
a life of brooding and studying ancient manuscripts. Overall, Ino was finding
herself growing more attached to former, a prospect that left her cheeks aching
from the size of her grin.
She lay like for some time, smiling like an idiot while blood raced through her
veins. Her fingers and toes tingled to the point of feeling numb, heart
hammering in her chest while her inner walls continued to give the odd spasm
and tremor. She wanted to giggle like she was a little girl again, so ironic
considering how zealously she'd chased after this proof of adulthood. And yet
that was the only way she could explain her emotions right then. As the child
she had been chasing fireflies in the forests around their village, or riding
atop her father's shoulders to watch the fireworks of the yearly festival
honoring the Fourth’s sacrifice. It was comfortable and warm and without any
kind of warning the blonde haired girl couldn't help but fall for the blond
resting on top of her, if a bit, of her own volition.
"Wow!" the blond cheered as he rolled over to lay next to her, so out of place,
and yet so him that the bubble of laughter in Ino's belly finally burst. She
answered his call with the tinkling bells of her own joy. She craned her head
enough to look at his shocked expression, her muscles already aching with the
wonderful joy of orgasmic exertion.
"Not bad I take it?" she said between long heavy breathes. The blond answered
her question with a wide eyed look that only had her smiling more.
"Wow!" was his answer. And Ino laughed despite herself.
Relaxing against the bed, the girl was surprised when Naruto's arm swept over
her stomach, pulling her closer until she was pressed against his still damp
chest. Blushing, the gesture was more intimate that she had been expecting, but
nice never the less. Allowing her head to fall against him, she closed her eyes
and welcomed the moment of peace.
This was… nice. More than nice actually. Feeling the steady beat of his heart
against her back, she curled against him, closing her eyes to enjoy how it felt
to be held in the arms of someone who loved her.
This is what she wanted, it really was. Dreams of dramatic loves and daring
romances that she'd carried through prepubescence came to mind. But in
comparison to the reality that she had just experienced, she knew it
was this that really mattered. Unfortunately, like a cruel god perched upon his
mountain and watching the toiling of his mortals below, she began to consider
the possibility of it all being taken away.
Jealousy, the hideous twin that mirrored love reared its ugly head. She could
be as confident as she wanted but the fact remained that Naruto loved Sakura,
quite a bit if his tender hold of her was anything to go by. Sure she was
beautiful, but it didn't take someone with the pinkette’s IQ to figure out just
who the one male NOT to vote for her as the sexiest kunoichi in their class
was. Because seeing the way he looked at her, loving the way he touched her, it
only further proved how little room there was for her in his heart.
And just like that her perfect honeymoon-esque atmosphere evaporated, replaced
by the cold reality that was love. It was strange, especially because she only
really knew the guy for a few hours. But in that time she'd grown… attached to
him. Very attached. As impossible as it was to explain it was like she couldn't
even imagine herself with anybody else. She didn't even want to at this point.
Ino frowned before taking a moment to reflect on this fact. Feeling the
negative emotions start to weigh on her, she turned over and pressed her face
into his chest to bask in his comfort. Solid and warm, something else captured
her attention; a momentary break from the uncharacteristic bout of insecurity.
That being, the still hard erection slick with her cum pressed between their
bodies.
A moment of surprise took her before a long grin fell into place. Her man had
stamina to boot; Sakura really did know to pick them.
She thought about dwelling on the worries that had soured her mood...but more
sex just seemed like so much more fun. Her body was sore and still slightly
groggy, but she figured that wasn't anything another injection of vitamin
Uzumaki couldn't cure. And the more she thought about it, the more she found
herself favoring the idea. After all, if worse came to worse this really was
the last chance she would get to have sex with him. Was one round really all
she wanted to get out of the day? Her growing wetness said not.
She pulled away, her eyelashes fluttering and smile sweet as honey. When Naruto
opened his eyes to look at her, he was surprised not to find her already
asleep. She normally went out so fast after finding her release that he didn't
have the chance to do anything but watch her resting. Not that he minded,
watching his Sakura sleeping peacefully was something he'd come to enjoy a
great deal. Instead, he watched Sakura pull herself from his side and crawl
over him until her small body was perched atop his own; his cock sandwiched
between the lips of her pussy and trapped against his belly.
With the same devious smile that had signaled the start of this entire day, as
well as everything else she knew was against her better judgment, she leaned
over him. "So, boyfriend, think you can go for one more round?" she asked,
grinding her hips ever so slightly.
                          *Outside Apartment Complex*
Seeing the now familiar sight of Naruto's apartment complex Sakura offered up a
small prayer to whatever deity was listening.
Out of breath and covered in sweat, the normally perfectly composed figure of
Ino Yamanaka had been reduced to a complete mess. Even her long, platinum
blonde hair usually so uniform had been pulled from her high pony tail and now
fell around her clenched face in a nest of tangled locks.
The first time had been bad enough, but Ino was apparently more of a whore than
Sakura had given her credit for. As if having sex with her
boyfriend once wasn't enough she'd been forced to suffer through two
humiliating orgasms while people stood by to watch. And this time she hadn't
been able to just pick herself back up and shuffle on. She was exhausted,
pissed, and more than a little lightheaded.
This was so much more than insulting her clothes and trying to put her down,
this crossed a line, it was wrong. And once she got her hands on Ino she was
finally going to show her what happened when you fucked with a Haruno.
But first, she had to get to Naruto, warn him, and explain what was going on.
She took another haggard step towards the building, preparing herself for the
harrowing staircase.
                             *Naruto's Apartment*
Naruto stared up through wide blue eyes, his mouth opened, but no words came
out. Instead, he found himself taken by the sight of his girlfriend's body,
flushed, glistening with sex and still just as eager for more as he was. He
could feel her slick crotch against his own, shifting back and forth in a slow
humping motion. She seemed to be trying to tease him back to his full length, a
task easily accomplished.
Stuck staring at the hardened nubs of her breasts as they stood stubbornly from
her body; Naruto's reaction wasn't anything like how Ino had been expecting.
Instead of a sexy grin or an excited smile, a frown found its way onto his
face. Hers soon matched.
"What's wrong?" she asked doing her best to keep the worry from her voice.
Against his chest she moved her open palms, caressing the toned muscles that
were already building beneath his lightly tanned skin. The texture and
sensation was pleasant for both them, and Ino could take solace from the hard
wedge of flesh pressing between her open legs. But still Naruto's face remained
stubbornly forlorn.
His hands moved to catch hers. "Hey," he started, nervous and fidgeting. He
looked conflicted, and even a little scared. Nothing at all like what he'd been
just moments before. "Um, you can stop. Alright? I just, I… I don't want you to
force yourself or anything." Eyes flickering towards her face, his eyes shown
with concern. And Ino hated how much her heart clenched at the sight of it.
"Enough of that alright," she smiled, tight and far less attractive than her
honest joy. "Come on, we were having fun, right? Let's keep going. I'm not
forcing anything. I want to feel you inside me." Punctuating this point, she
bore her full weight unto the underside of his shaft, feeling her moist lips
spread on either side of him. And his expression opened accordingly. 'There we
go.'
"This isn't like you!" Naruto exclaimed before he could get caught up in the
warm, wet sensations of Sakura's body. New sweat formed on his brow and his
hands settled around her budding hips to keep her still. "This isn't like the
Sakura-chan I know, and I can't keep pretending that it is. Even if part of me
does kind of enjoy it. I want to know what's wrong!"
A stubborn expression filled his features and Ino could only blink as she was
suddenly thrown from her perch above his body and onto the soft bed covers.
Instead, Naruto took her place, hovering above her and mere inches from her
face. There, he stared deep into her eyes, searching and unyielding in a way
that finally shut the talkative girl up.
"You've been acting strange all day, really strange. At first I thought maybe
you were just really that happy to see me. Well, I guess hoped would be closer.
But, I can't ignore it anymore! Is it because of me? Are you really that
stressed out over your parents? Or are you still upset because of Ino? Because
I can talk to them! Both of them. I just need you to tell me how to help."
Setting his expression, Ino couldn't laugh away this problem and instead
pinched her lips in a line of contempt.
"I said I'm fine," she repeated, a bit of anger creeping into her voice.
"What's your problem? You said you liked me this way, remember? It has to
better than that sour crab you've been dealing with." Part of her cried out,
warning her that she was getting too emotional. But she couldn't help it.
Naruto looked down at her with such care and she had to deal with the fact that
it was only because she was wearing another woman's face.
"Hey!" he started, his own temper flaring up. "No one gets to talk about
Sakura-chan like that. Not even Sakura-chan! I don't care how you are, just as
long as you're happy and want to stay by me." His expression slipped a bit,
dropping to a more forlorn tinge. "It's all I've ever wanted, to see you happy.
And I really thought I was doing that, you know?" He looked back at their last
few days together. "But something's wrong, and all I want to do is help."
It was more than she could take. Green eyes lighting up with new found fury,
she wouldn't hear another word from his lips about his god damned, oh so
perfect, Sakura! The rage she'd been keeping back finally came to life and she
shoved him off from on top of her.
"God, will you just shut up?!" she nearly screamed. On the bed she rose up on
her knees baring her naked body without a second thought as she glared down at
the wide eyed boy.
All the fake smiles and happy go lucky grins went out the window. Leaving only
pure emotion to fuel her expression.
"Sakura this, Sakura that, I mean how obsessed can you freaking get? You think
she's so perfect? You think she's so great? Then let me be the first to tell
you that there are way better girls out there than freakin' billboard brow! I
mean honestly, what do you even see in her? The flat chest?" She cupped what
meager breasts Sakura's body had before moving them down to her hips. "How
about hips a twelve year old could beat? Oh, or maybe you just get off on that
oversized forehead of hers! Well, what is it?! Because if that's what I have to
beat, you can damn well be sure I'm going to know exactly what kind of
ammunition to bring." She fumed. Already plans were beginning to build in her
mind for exactly how she would win him over with her own body.
She had very generous breasts considering her age, and quite a few curves from
her shoulders down to her hips and thighs. If he didn't like breasts, fine,
she'd tighten her bandages or use a transformation jutsu to shrink them. If he
liked big foreheads, well, it would sting, but she knew how to cut her hair to
make hers look larger. And if he had a think for pink, well, dye wasn't all
that expensive. Whatever it was, whatever it took, she WOULD do it.
While she ranted, Naruto's eyes continued to widen with dawning realization.
Moments and clues dropped with increasing consistency, enough that his brain
was even able to connect past instances of questionable behavior up till now.
However, the answer he'd been looking for wasn't what was wrong with the girl
in his bed, but who was she?
'Wait...billboard brow?'
"I-Ino?!" he all but exclaimed, and was treated to the sight of her signature
eye roll. On Sakura's face her sneering grin was a horrific sight, but it made
it all too easy to see the woman behind his beloved’s face.
"Ding ding ding ding! Give the boy a prize!"
Naruto almost couldn't believe it, and his mind was struggling just to keep up
with this new turn of events. He'd just had sex with Ino.
No, Ino had just had sex with him!
Remembering the pompous and dramatic girl from the academy, he never would have
thought she of all people would have any interest in him. But now he was
hearing that she even intended to try and steal him from Sakura? "Ahh," he
managed, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. But Ino just continued to
glare.
"W-Why did you-. How did you-. Tell me what's going on!" He finally demanded,
resorting to his powers to gain some grasp on the situation. To which the
blonde haired girl just smirked.
Ino's tendency to gloat made his command all too easy to obey, and opening her
mouth she didn't even question the sudden waterfall of words pouring from her
lips. "Well, after Sakura went on and on about you the other day I just knew I
needed to see what all the fuss was about. I mean seriously, any boy that can
make a girl forget about Sasuke Uchiha must be something special, huh? So I
decided to take her body for stroll and see just what made you so interesting."
Especially proud of her plan, Ino took the time to draw her fingers over hills
and valleys of her rival's figure, attracting Naruto's attention and
distracting him for a moment. She gave a dry chuckle.
"Don't get me wrong, I fully expected to leave here after just a few minutes
satisfied with the knowledge that the poor girl had simply settled after
realizing her chances of beating me were none and zero. I was even going to
sabotage the whole thing just to drive the point home. So imagine my surprise
when I saw the real Naruto Uzumaki." The way she said his name sent shivers up
the young man's spine. And he wasn't sure how it was supposed to make him feel.
"Obedient," she started in that same tone. Reaching out she lowered herself
onto all fours before crawling her way towards the blond, another word falling
from her lips as she grazed Sakura's chest against his. "Loyal, generous, all
too ready to answer my hearts every whim. Just about everything I could look
for in a boy." She winked.
"Sure, the whole sex thing almost had me out the door. But only until I found
out just what those hands of yours can really do." Her lips spread into a real
smile, darkened by the mischievous intentions behind the entire day. Nearly
upon him, a chuckle rumbled in the back of her throat, low and seductive. When
he seemed to lean away from her she simply followed him, slinking her way up
his body until he had nowhere else to go.
"And now?" she breathed across his face, mere inches separating their parted
lips. "Now, I can't even imagine being with anybody else." She then swallowed
the final distance, laying Sakura's naked breasts across his chest and pressing
her lips against his own in a final searing kiss. And Naruto simply let her,
eyes staring past her mane of pink of hair and all but frozen by the
realization of what had truly happened.
He'd done this. This… this was his fault.
In the bathroom, when he'd thought his girlfriend was going to break up with
him, he'd used his powers on her. He'd commanded her to see him and only him.
He might not have controlled her feelings directly, but by the sound of things
she'd already had some kind of interest in him. And he'd all but trapped her in
a position where she'd been forced to fall to for him. Knowing that Ino's
strange behavior was his own doing all but sucked the indignation that had been
flaring up from his body. The possibility of the consequences from his actions,
not to mention his powers in of themselves finally piercing his thick skull.
Ino smiled in victory, gently and deeply moving her lips against her lover's.
Part of her had been deathly afraid of being pushed away by the blond. Fearing
that he would reject her even now. But he simply lay there, letting her do as
she pleased. And boy did she please.
She could practically feel his thoughts racing under his ridged posture. But
thinking was better than nothing at all. He simply needed another push, one
last scrap of evidence to truly prove herself above her pink haired ex-best
friend. Unfortunately she would never get the chance. At least, not that day.
The door slammed open, a great cracking noise ringing as the metal doorknob
struck hardened wood. Without apology, the intruder stood in the dying light of
the doorway, sunset red light framing her purple clothes and flushed pale skin.
Stepping further into the room, her face came into view, Ino's face, pensive
and dripping with sweat from running around town. Having finally found her
quarry, righteous anger renewed the strength in her limbs, allowing her to
march into the center of the room glaring unholy fire upon the naked girl on
her boyfriend's bed.
"N-Naruto-kun," Sakura gasped, never taking her seething eyes off her rival.
Looking right back at her, Sakura's own face appeared entirely nonplused by her
sudden appearance, even having the gall to look annoyed as she draped herself
further over the frantic blond looking between the two.
"Naruto," she repeated, slightly calmer as she regained her breath. "I-I know
this is going to sound strange, but get away from her! That's Ino." She pointed
an accusing finger at her stolen body who simply narrowed her own eyes in
return. "I'm Sakura. Sh-She stole my body. I-I'm still not sure why but-" her
breathless reveal was cut off when Ino loudly cleared her throat. Still on top
of the boy, she shamelessly stared the girl down, satisfaction nearly dripping
from her smug expression as she spoke up.
"Oh, he knows." To which Sakura could only blink, cornflower blue eyes flashing
in the room as she caught up with the situation.
Approaching her boyfriend's door she couldn't believe how long it had taken her
to get across the village. But finally she'd arrived to right the wrongs that
had been committed and to save her boyfriend from the other girl's evil
clutches. She'd clung to that image the entire way. So to have it suddenly
pulled out from under her, well, she didn't have a leg stand on.
She knew what they were doing, had even been forced to feel it herself. But
that didn't make the sting of seeing Naruto with another lover any less
painful.
Ino's words sank in slowly. She did her best to put aside the exhaustion in her
limbs, to forget about the near painful ache in her loins and to focus on the
matter at hand. Turning her attention on Naruto, said boy's expression was far
less confused than it should have been. Appearing more fearful than anything
else. It was at that moment the young girl realized he had known, and yet was
still in bed with the imposter hiding in her body.
Ino saw the realization on her own face and grinned evilly. There, that's the
expression she'd been waiting to see. That's what she'd been waiting for from
the moment that lonely little girl nipping at her heels dared to call her, her
rival. Defeat. Savoring the taste, Ino couldn't help but push Sakura even
further.
"That's right," she grinned, lowering herself back into the blond's body until
her face fit in hollow of his throat. "Of course he knew. How could he not? As
soon as he slipped inside of me he could immediately feel the difference. Of
how a real woman acts in bed, rather than a cold, sour child like you." The
words stung, made evident by the sudden widening of her eyes.
Naruto could see it too. Struggling to keep up with everything happening so
fast, it was no wonder he'd felt caught off guard. But seeing the sudden pain
on his girlfriend's face felt like a fist firmly lodged in his gut. He opened
his mouth, trying to think of anything that he could say to defuse the
situation.
"Wait, no! It's not like that Sakura-chan, honest! I mean, I kinda knew but-."
But Sakura wasn't hearing it, the truth on his face being more than enough for
her to draw her own conclusion. Her pained features darkened further.
She'd had to deal with her rival her entire life. And up until recently, not
once had she been able to walk away victorious. No matter what it came to,
clothes, hair product, even their bodies, Ino seemed to have the advantage.
Leaving the pinkette to wallow and lament her place staring at the other girls
back.
However, while she seemed to always come up short, it was because of her
tenuous position she'd also learned how to put up with the insufferable girl.
And clenching her fist at her side, she was never more grateful for the years
of practice leading up to this one moment.
Ino, oblivious to the wrath she'd invoked, continued speaking. "That's right,
so why don't you run along and leave the two of us-." The final interruption of
the night came and went, cut off by the overpowering weight of Sakura's fist
crashing against her own face. And even though she had to feel the force of her
own strength, pain had never felt so sweet.
The blonde haired girl fell from her spot on top of Naruto and rolled to the
hard wooden floor, eyes wide with disbelief. Her cheek throbbed with warm pain
and she was actually a little dizzy from the force of the blow. Rearing up, she
was no doubt prepared to spew a long line of threats and 'how dare you's'. But
the vision of Sakura's imposing figure continued to look over the incriminated
pair, oozing with killing intent. And finally she realized she'd gone too far,
that she had pushed her former friend beyond her breaking point, beyond grief,
beyond depression, straight into the waiting arms of pure seething rage. Her
mouth closed and she moved back onto the bed behind Naruto, hoping to use the
blond as a shield, or at least a distraction from the pissed pinkette's
vengeful wrath.
Naruto also realized this, and felt his eyes widen accordingly. "Sakura-chan?"
he asked. But she was done talking. And soon both of them knew the toll that
came with crossing Haruno Sakura.
What followed could only be described as the cruelest of beatings. Not a one-
sided fight, not an attack, but a beating in every sense of the word. Naruto
remained the focus of her attention, after the, oh so satisfying blow she'd
unleashed against her rival. But the brunt of her anger was reserved for the
spiky haired blond. After all, she expected this from Ino. She knew to be
careful of the vain and self-centered bitch. But he was her boyfriend. And if
there was one, ONE positive quality she had always begrudgingly granted him it
was his loyalty. As such, he had hurt her more than Ino ever could. Thankfully
this was an opportunity to shift some of that pain back.
Considering the strength and power each blow she delivered, no one would assume
she was the same panting half dead husk that had dragged herself across all of
Konoha. Ino remained hidden in her corner of the bed, wide eyed and feeling
pure terror towards her pink haired rival. She'd seen Sakura snap before but
never like this. Even when she was done, and the dazed, swollen face of Naruto
laid damn near unconscious staring up at the ceiling, when Sakura turned her
furious gaze back on the other girl and demanded she reverse the technique, she
did. With no attitude, smart remarks, or any of her trademark comebacks.
Back in her own body, Sakura ignored the aches and pains of rough sex and an
aching jaw; instead she quickly gathered and dressed in her discarded clothes.
Naruto was still a mess and Ino sat silently, angry but not nearly brave enough
to say anything, let alone do anything. No longer nude, the young woman moved
over to her former friend sitting on the bed and mercilessly pulled her to her
feet. All but dragging her towards the still open door even as Ino yelled and
yelped the entire way. Naruto came back from the darkness just in time to lift
his head and watch his now ex-girlfriend turn and glare in his direction.
"Naruto Uzumaki, I'm only going to tell you this once so you better get it
through your thick head. I never want to see you again unless explicitly
required by Sensei. Any other time and I'll make what happened today feel like
a slap on the wrist! Stay. Away. From. Me." And with that, she turned around
with a fanning wave of pink hair towards the door. "Hurry up!" she snapped at
Ino, still glaring at her side. Getting yanked out the door a single curse flew
from her lips before the door slammed shut behind them, casting the room in
darkness.
Sakura left as quickly as she’d appeared. And suddenly Naruto was all alone.
He lay there, blinking slowly at the space Sakura had once stood feeling a new
pain consume his fractured body. Bruises were already starting to form under
his tanned skin, his jaw cried out each time he dared try and open it, and the
skin around his eyes were starting to swell shut. It amazed him, in a numb kind
of way, how quickly a day could go from incredible to one of the worst in his
entire life.
He'd screwed up. Everything that had happened today had been his fault. Sakura
was in more pain than ever and he still had a brainwashed Ino to worry about.
And even if he was able to get close enough to Sakura to use his powers, he had
no way of knowing if he would ever be able to get her to stop hating him.
With a feeble groan, he slowly shifted his body until he was lying on his back.
Closing his eyes, he could only pray he would feel better in the morning.
Because somehow, some way, he was going to fix this.
Probably...
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A/N: Okay, so announcement time. Obviously it’s been some time since the last
time I updated this story and I want to apologize for that, however I haven’t
just been sitting on my hands either. Since starting this story as well as my
RWBY fanfiction my popularity rose quite a bit, to the point that people have
been contacting me for commissioned work. And as much as I love each and every
one of you, I’m pretty sure the brunt of the people out there can understand
that payed fanfictions take priority.
On the upside, the small break from the story has given me the chance to think
about the future of this story and where I want it to go. With this in mind,
I’ve gotten a lot of great advice from my new beta who will also be helping
edit the brunt of my stories. As such the list_of_women_I_originally_had
planned_for_in_chapter_one_has_now_changed. And I encourage many of you to take
a look. It’s shorter than before but only includes women strictly in the harem.
One time flings will not be included at this time. Also, I’ve decided to raise
Naruto’s_age_from_thirteen_to_fifteen,_and_everyone_else_in_his_generation_to
fourteen.
And finally, I want to announce that I am in the process of creating my own
Patreon. A number of people have broached the subject and I figured if people
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sincerely appreciate it. But otherwise just keep doing what you’ve been doing.
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interested in seeing. At the moment I’ve already considered things like early
access to chapters before I send them to my editor, discounts towards
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If you have more ideas I want to hear them.
Next Chapter: Relationships are challenged and more about Naruto’s mysterious
powers are revealed. Naruto attempts to correct his mistakes and Ino continues
her pursuit in our favorite knuckle head. Will Sakura accept his apology? Or
will the threat of Ino stealing him away force her into action?
***** chapter 6 *****
A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the long wait but I have a very important Author’s
Note at the bottom of the chapter for anyone who is interested in hearing about
my new UPDATE_SCHEDULE. I’ll be informing you all about when I will be updating
this story as well as VAULT 69 and SENCE OF SEMBLANCE. I know updates have been
a little slow as of yet but I hope this will help me focus. But first, please
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                                   Chapter 6
D-Rank missions at their core, were the inside joke of the ninja world, with
the occasional instance of punishment thrown in for good measure. Considered
little more than glorified chores, they remained a staple mark of every genin's
career for the simple purpose of teaching a group of angsty, hormonal teenagers
to get along and work together as a team. Being ordered to clean up an alleyway
or scrub down a public bathhouse tended to bond such a group, namely against
the one giving their orders. And yet, as Kakashi Hatake watched his own team
carry out their current mission, he couldn't help but feel his trio of young
ninja was failing even that simple of a goal.
At the far end of the aisle during their current grocery shopping 'mission'
(read as errand) his lone eye spied Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura from overtop his
smutty book's cover. Oblivious to his observations they carried on in silence,
with none of the whining and groaning he'd grown used to over the past month
and a half over the monotony of today's assignment.
Even Naruto, no, especially Naruto appeared to lack the energy he was famous
for, quietly shuffling along while brown paper bags threatened to overwhelm his
shorter frame. As if on instinct, he found his gaze shifting towards the lone
female of their group, just as he'd learned to do ever since evidence of their
relationship came to light.
She remained at the head of their formation, marching forward with her single
bag while adamantly ignoring both of her teammates. Oddly enough, Kakashi
couldn't help but miss the days she'd vie for the attention of the more sullen
of his cute little genin, all the while screeching at their blond comrade. If
for no other reason than because it allowed for the promise of his team wanting
to connect. She hardly even glanced in Sasuke's direction anymore, simply going
through the motions of their missions and training as though the two boys
didn't exist.
And Sasuke… actually, Sasuke was still behaving exactly the same. One out of
three wasn't bad, right? For his first team anyway. The lazy teacher allowed
his shoulders to shrug before returning to the issue at hand.
As a rule of thumb, relationships between teammates were frowned upon in
Konohagakure. The number of issues that such an imbalance could create in a
three-person squad were as obvious as they were detrimental; with this
particular outcome being just one of the numerous scenarios that encouraged
outright prohibition for previous generations. But, the peacetime they had
enjoyed since the last war had relaxed what at one point had been a much more
rigid stance against fraternization. Fighting side by side, surviving back to
back, living so many years as a part of each other's lives, developing trust
between them; honestly, it was highly unlikely that some kind of romance or
relationship didn't develop at some point. As such the practice now was to
simply observe, take note, and report any serious problems. A job Kakashi was
as enthusiastic about as his normal position as sensei.
The silver-haired scarecrow didn't know what had happened between the two, nor
did he particularly care. In a way, it was lucky that he got to get this out of
the way now before they actually had to deal with anything dangerous. This kind
of discord was more than enough to get a team killed if they let it get too
far, and if this behavior didn't change soon, he might actually need to sit the
pair down and have a word about team dynamics and what it really meant to be a
professional ninja. But until then… Kakashi's attention slowly turned back
toward the book he'd been pretending to read, allowing his focus to fall to the
bare minimum. A content sigh drifted through the dark material of his mask.
"So it was Koko-chan after all? I wonder what will happen when she finds out
her, and her sister have been sharing the same lover all this time…"
D-Rank missions. For genin, the worst. But for him, a much-needed vacation.
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The foursome continued on their way in dead silence through the town making
their deliveries with little to no interruptions. A first, to be sure.
By anyone's account, this would mark some form of improvement or
professionalism that had developed in the two months since their team had
formed. In a matter of two hours, their daily mission was completed, leaving
their sensei to wish them all a pleasant day before disappearing in a swirl of
leaves. Alone at last, the three teenagers found themselves reflexively turning
towards each other, only for the lone kunoichi to flinch back from the
brilliant blue stare suddenly pinning her with what could only be described as
desperation.
"Sakura-," he started, only to cut himself short. Whatever words he'd planned
to say remained blocked in his throat, inadequate to the point that they didn't
even have enough substance to be spoken aloud. Blinking, his features settled
into a pinched grimace before his gaze settled towards the ground.
Her eyes narrowed in an instant, watching without any form of mercy towards his
obvious struggle. A single moment passed before her expression became
exasperated. Appearing tired, she didn't wait for him to summon up the courage
to continue, turning about face to stomp off in the direction of her home.
Naruto watched her, eyes widening as panic filled his veins. The blond ninja
took only one step towards her disappearing form before remembering what had
happened the last time he'd tried to follow her. A resounding ache still echoed
in his jaw. Instead, he was left to flinch, a hollow pain widening through his
chest until finally, Sakura turned a corner vanishing from view. And just like
every day before, the building pressure came to a stop, just before he could
feel the pain threatening to enclose around his throat.
'Stop.' 'Don't move.' 'Listen to me.' All of these words and more were fit to
burst from his lips. And yet he couldn't work up the nerve to even try. He'd
done everything in his power to get her to listen to him outside of outright
compelling her to remain frozen. But every attempt was met with the same jade-
like edge of her sharp glare that still pained him each time he was forced to
see how much pain he'd caused her; the opposite of what he'd ever wanted.
He glanced towards the last member of his team, almost waiting for a smug quip
hurled his way. But he'd left sooner than Sakura had, off to sulk or train at
his clan's compound as he did every moment he wasn't forced to socialize. And
without even realizing it, Naruto had to recognize that he'd been left alone…
again. And with nothing else to keep him there, he was left to turn in his own
direction, expression drawn and hands thrust into his pockets as he made his
way home; trying and failing to keep his thoughts from overwhelming his mind.
In the wake of getting punched into unconsciousness and the impossibility of
the previous week, it had understandably taken a good couple of hours to make
sense of just what had happened that day with Ino. The fact that he'd slept
with another woman, even ignorant of the fact that it had been another woman,
still slightly dazed the younger male. Though, considering how Sakura had been
acting that day he knew it really shouldn't have.
After all, how could he ever think Sakura would behave the way Ino had so
easily acted? And yet, it had happened; either through his own stupidity or his
overly stimulated fifteen year old libido. Which really only made it worse in
the end. If he really had an excuse, some way to explain away what had happened
he might have actually found it in him to put up more of a fight to get Sakura
to listen to him. But as it was, he doubted excuses were even worth bringing
up. Fooled or not, he'd slept with Sakura's one time best friend. Even worse,
after learning the truth, he hadn't pushed her away or gotten away from the
situation. Rather, he'd just laid there letting her do as she pleased until
Sakura finally barged in to get her revenge.
Dwelling on his dark thoughts, the depression he'd struggled to keep at bay
finally overwhelmed him, forcing his gaze to bend towards the dusty village
road.
In contrast to his own personal cloud drizzling overhead, the rest of the
village ran without pause, bustling with life, good cheer, and joyful people as
they went about their lives. Family shops lined the market, allowing an odd
mixture of delicious foods and treated oils to fill the busy lane of those
passing by.
Konoha was large by many villages' standards; blessed with the military
strength to fend off any would-be invaders, which in turn meant they were able
to take on more missions at any given time than their competitors. Because of
this, they were gifted with the prosperity to feed and house their many, many
citizens, which encouraged the number of merchants that came and went through
their town to ferry their many exports even more. Nearing the evening when the
sun would start to set and the hot air would cool, this part of the village was
always bustling, and today was no different.
Naruto's blond mop of hair and bright orange jumpsuit stood out like a beacon
in the throng of people, demanding the attention of everyone unlucky enough to
glance in his direction. And just like that the bright smiles and eager
expressions of shop owners and customers alike began to darken as space began
to expand around the shuffling ninja.
People walking in the opposite direction stepped around him like a mighty river
parting around a pebble, while the people who'd been thoughtlessly matching his
stride quickly found some excuse to stop at the nearest stall or find a reason
to hurry towards their next destination. Naruto continued unhindered, as though
he didn't even notice the obvious treatment against his person.
Heads turned, their indignant faces outright ignoring his very existence. There
were no hushed whispers, no insults or attacks thrown his way, however. That
would have been preferable, in some ways. At least then they would be
acknowledging his existence instead of this… void, this absence and apathy
towards his existing.
Naruto had been forced to recognize the emotion, or lack thereof, from a very
young age; even if he hadn't been able to understand why until very recently.
These people, they weren't afraid of the fox inside of him, nor were they
afraid of it getting out. Just like they weren't stupid enough to believe the
annoying brat they'd been forced to put up with for his entire life could
actually be the malevolent, ageless demon that had ravaged their lives. No,
rather, looking at the blond haired idiot in a clown's getup they only saw a
reminder of an event they would rather forget than have thrust in their faces
every morning and evening. They would rather he'd just accepted the demon into
his body and leave, disappear or be locked away, so they never had to see him.
To these people, he was a human bag of garbage that kept popping up and
stinking up their perfect little village, no matter how much they wanted
someone to just toss him outside and lock the gate.
A few more steps passed before Naruto's sandaled feet came to a slow and steady
stop. Lifting his head from the ground, he glanced around at the many faces
turned from his direction, a palpable dome of ears and hair craned to greet
him, rather than their narrowed eyes and pursed lips.
Already in a bad mood, this sudden treatment didn't exactly help. Even if he
was forced to acknowledge that it wasn't sudden in the least. Rather, in the
wake of actually being happy and finally having someone to share his life with,
he'd been stupid enough to forget the rest of the population out to welcome his
quiet and neat disappearance. And that… only made the hollow ache in his chest
throb that much harder. Profound loneliness threatening to break the mask of
joy and energy he'd been taught to display if he ever felt included to change
the chilling isolation.
His teeth clenched, and something close to anger threatened to replace his
downcast expression. For a moment he curiously considered if it had been too
long since his last prank. Maybe it was time to remind these people why it was
such a bad idea to turn you back on Uzumaki Naruto. However, slowly reaching
for the pocket of stink bombs he always had readily available, the spark of
excitement that usually appeared in anticipation of pissing off an entire crowd
was absent. Leaving him markedly less enthused to ruin these people's day.
Where was the vindictive glee of hearing the villager's cries of shock and
surprise? Where did his enthusiasm for chaos and mischief disappear to? Not
long ago, he's almost lived for those few brilliant moments of time where
everyone's eyes turned on him. Where he forced them to look and acknowledge his
presence, if only so he could prove to himself that he still existed and wasn't
just some silent ghost. The fear of which had haunted him well throughout his
childhood.
What if one day he just disappeared? And even worse, he didn't even know? Just
wandering and walking through a village of eyes that looked right through him
until the end of time. He knew better now, of course. He wasn't some kid too
scared to look under his bed anymore, he literally carried the most terrifying
monster to have ever stalked the night within him. He knew he was real! He knew
he wasn't about to disappear, at least not without a fight! But that didn't
mean he stopped enjoying his pranks. At least it hadn't before. So, what had
changed?
Unfortunately, the answer was only too obvious.
The attention he got from pranks, what he got forcing people to acknowledge him
was nothing compared to how it felt to have a person care about him of their
own volition. Sakura's love, Sakura's attention, it was like going back to
drinking gutter water after drinking from a cool refreshing spring. His body
still thirsted, still needed the water to survive, but his eyes had been opened
from the experience of how much better things could be, which only made his
reality that much more lacking. These people, they didn't mean anything to him.
And if they wanted to ignore him, fine. He would rather die of thirst…
With another sigh, he was forced to let his mischievous glint fade back into
bored disinterest, before turning back towards the ground and continuing on his
path.
Memories of their times together, no matter how brief, were dredged to the
surface; enforcing the sensation of something missing from his chest, as though
a part of him had really disappeared. And now, he was being forced back into
the cold, dark embrace of his lonely existence after feeling the warmth he had
for so long only been able to imagine.
Now it was time for the fear to take hold, just as it had been known to do in
the past weeks when he was forced to acknowledge the fact that Sakura
might never come back to him. That he'd actually ruined his one chance with the
girl of his dreams. The very possibility alone flooded his veins with ice.
Which is why he wasn't surprised at all when his thoughts eventually turned
towards the obvious solution.
'Stop.' 'Don't move.' 'Listen to me.' 'FORGET.' 'NEVER LEAVE ME.' The words
echoed through his consciousness, bitter as they were sweet to the lonely boy
desperate for anyone's affection. It would be so easy, too easy. If he wanted
he could just command her to stay with him. So… why hadn't he? And as if
summoned by his thoughts, the personification of his internal struggle made
their appearance…in a pushup bra?
Popping out from wherever she'd been lying in wait, she wore a salacious grin;
bright against her pale skin and golden spun locks. Forcing her face into
Naruto’s vision, his shocked, embarrassed reaction caused her pleasure to
multiply, marked by a heart pulling giggle. "Good afternoon, Na-ru-to-kun," she
purred in greeting him. Not at all shying away from stepping into his personal
space, Naruto could only do his best to compensate, a slow drop of sweat
forming on his brow as he forced his eyes away from her curvy figure that
seemed to bounce ever so slightly with each sashayed step taken towards him.
She didn't even blink, her Cheshire grin widening and she continued. "My, my,
what are the chances we'd run into each other like this? Seems like fate, huh?"
Naruto's answer was an audible gulp.
Ino Yamanaka… Naruto's brow furled anxiously.
She stood in the middle of the road blocking his path home. With her arms
behind her back, her posture and motions couldn't have been any more obvious if
she tried. Her hips and expression swayed from side to side. They were entirely
too innocent for the obvious planning behind her ambush. Especially when one
noticed the outfit she typically wore. Unbidden, Naruto's eyes glanced for just
a peek, clearly tempted, despite struggling against his natural attraction.
The familiar combination of rings, drafty plum garbs, and form-fitting bandages
only hinting towards her figure belied an obvious tendency towards her favored
color; not to mention a subtle gift for seduction.
Utilizing natural good looks and exotic attire to distract enemies, hers was a
tactic no other kunoichi from their class was bold enough to try. Not
surprising given their age. Now with the other blond square in her sights,
Naruto found himself on the receiving end of her… strategies.
This was something else entirely. The bandages and arm warmers were gone. As
were her familiar slit outfit, yet Ino somehow managed to expose even more of
her figure in a way that seemed impossible. It was purple, which wasn't a
surprise, but while it wasn't exactly 'revealing' it was more in the way she
wore it that gave it such a dramatic effect.
The deeply curved top fit tight, stretched around and under her already
impressive bust to allow a very generous view of her cleavage. Already snug,
her decision to wear something to further accent her breasts rather than her
usual chest bindings made them look that much more inviting. Of course, without
her chest bindings, her midsection was completely exposed, leaving the expanse
of her flat toned stomach almost as prominently displayed as the shelf of
womanly flesh hanging from her chest.
The skirt she'd chosen was actually fairly plain, even its length was
surprising in that it almost reached her knees; however, it showed its true
purpose only when a nearby shadow shifted to allow a fading sunbeam to shine
through the fabric and silhouette her full thighs and the juncture where they
met. If he looked close enough, Naruto thought he could see a flash a blue
beneath the thin white cotton.
She was certainly talented, with the gift of confidence and fashion sense to
play all types of colors against each other, all of which were set to better
enhance her already alluring beauty. This was actually one of the tamer outfits
she'd tried to entice him, for which he was thankful since they were standing
out in the middle of a busy street. Although that only reminded him of how
thoughtless he'd been to have been caught by her unaware in the first place.
He'd been stupid, lost in his own thoughts without paying attention to everyone
around him. He'd walked right into her trap. Naruto's sullen features warmed
until finally, he managed to look up from the low cut top threatening to reveal
her youthful figure.
"Fate, huh?" Naruto's thoughts turned dry. Well, the demented scale that
presided over all must really have an eye out for him since this 'chance
encounter' the blonde haired girl so readily claimed had already repeated
several times this week. Every single day, in fact, since she'd been dragged
out of his apartment by his now ex-girlfriend whose appearance in his memory
alone demanded that he take an extra step back no matter how futile.
"Ino," Naruto started, his cheeks erupting with color. Despite himself, he
couldn't help but glance around at the crowd still passing by as if expecting
to the familiar mop of bubblegum pink hair to suddenly appear. It didn't, but
his anxiety didn't ease one bit. Increasing in fact, just from the way he could
see Ino staring at him. So in love, and yet wrong in every way that Naruto
could ever fathom. "How… are you today?" That wasn't what he wanted to say…
Her eyes, a brilliant cornflower blue, sparkled with the kind of affection only
found in the heart of pure maidens not yet jaded by the harsh reality of
heartbreak. Her posture, leaning toward him ever so indulgently, spoke volumes
of her intentions, each and every one of her round budding curves offered for
his perusal. Which only made her revealing outfit that much more dangerous.
In his mind, he tried to match what he was seeing to the same girl he'd known
in the academy. To be honest, he'd never really paid her all that much
attention. At least, nothing beyond her being the girl that always seemed to be
fighting with Sakura, and almost always over the bastard. He might have a few
memories of catching her hanging around Shikamaru and Chouji, but other than
that all he really had were an odd collection of mixed snide comments he'd
gotten a chuckle from overhearing a conversation here or there.
"Much better now that you're here!" she practically gushed, offering another
bubble of girly laughter to delight the hormone-fueled young man. "After all,
I've been looking for a handsome, blond young man to take me out for the
evening. Just my luck!" The words came so easily, and without any attempt at
disguising her obvious interest. But as she batted her eyelashes and reached
out to touch his worn orange coat, a different expression illuminated her
cheeks into a soft pink color.
"Or, if you're not hungry…" she let the coy sentence die there, not from
embarrassment, but to tease and tempt the boy even more. Soon his tanned
features were just as hot, while a wide-eyed expression forced him to look away
from the inviting soft pink color of her devious smile.
Blood flowed in… many directions. All of it warm and encouraging a humid air to
take beneath the thick material of his clothes.
Ino wasn't a shy girl. And unlike Sakura, she had no problem voicing her
interests in the pleasures of the flesh. Rather, she seemed to revile in the
activity. As soon as Naruto had shown her just how good it could feel, and what
it was like to be held by the person who cared about you the most, she'd made
her invitations to his bed as obvious as her affections, more than eager to
experience the sensations of his hands, and… other parts, on her real body and
real curves; rather than through Sakura's body as a proxy.
Which is why it was so disappointing that Naruto hadn’t taken her up on her
generous offer.
Faced with the tempting proposal, Naruto responded just as he had every time
he'd been cornered by the second blonde. Embarrassment, a little bit of shock,
as well as a pinch of appreciation for her bold approach. Nevertheless, he knew
he couldn't accept. No matter what the pressure in his pants argued.
As if sensing his inevitable rejection, Ino's expression faltered for only a
moment, before re-engaging in full force as she launched herself in his
direction to steal one of his arms. Without warning, the fifteen year old boy
was gifted with the soft, firm pressure of the girl's chest snuggly enveloping
the budding muscles just starting to develop around the long, spindly length of
his arm.
Frustrating didn't quite properly explain the enigma that was Naruto Uzumaki,
Ino had been quick to learn.
In her experience, boys were a simple matter and one that she'd learned how to
navigate from an early age. She had never actually pursued any relationships
for the risk of losing her chance with village's last Uchiha. But flirting had
taught her much about the male mind, if only that in most cases there wasn't
much to them. She'd found it so powerful she'd even decided to implement it
into her ninja career, taking a supplementary seduction course after having
passed the required class with flying colors.
Send a wave, offer a wink, maybe allow a subtle brush of the finger along their
arms; each had allowed for quite a bit of amusement watching the civilian boys
fall over themselves for her attention. Unlike Sakura, she didn't have a
perpetual blond haired ego boost nipping at her heels all throughout the
academy. And despite her bravado and confidence, she was just as prone to
disappointment and doubt as the next girl. Thankfully, it was never anything a
walk through the village couldn't cure. Hell, she even noticed adults looking
at her from time to time, which was gross to be sure, but still nice to know
and fed her ego all the same. So why was Naruto being so difficult?
Ha, as if she didn't know…
"Naruto-kun!" she sighed, frowning as though he was actually causing her some
kind of pain. "Don't you think it's time you stopped pinning for boring old
forehead already?" as if reading his thoughts. "It's already been a week, and
if I know her as well as I know I do, I'm pretty sure she still hasn't even
said a word to you." Leaning into him, she allowed gravity to deliver even more
wonderful sensations from her maturing curves, which rubbed up and down his
clenched bicep. A tingle shot up her spine from the connection, only
emboldening her brazen and wanton behavior.
"I know you thought you cared about her, but I can promise you, if you just
give me a chance, I'll show you how much better a girlfriend I can be then
skinny little billboard-brow," she cooed while subtly rubbing his arm between
her breasts. Confidence seemed to drip from her voice, almost tangible in its
abundance. Her words as well as her actions left Naruto's cheeks even warmer
and forced his heart to start pumping a bit faster.
"S-Sakura just needs some time," he tried to argue; almost more to himself than
to her. He found himself wallowing against his dry throat from the proximity of
this soft, warm girl so enamored with his person. Although, his tone was
anything but encouraging.
"But why wait for her? When you can have me?"
She was serious, one hundred percent. Her flirty tone hardened just a fraction,
not forceful so much as earnest in her words that continued in their attempt to
persuade the current boy in her heart. While Naruto watched on, unable to look
away from her brilliant stare pinning him in place.
"I wouldn't hit you like she does. I wouldn't pretend to be annoyed when you
wanted to spend time with me, and I would never turn you down if you are
feeling…frisky." Seeing his eyes widen, some of the intent in her expression
lifted in the form of a knowing grin. "Don't think I couldn't tell when we were
together. When we finished that first-time and I reached for you again, I could
see you were surprised. Makes me think our little cheery blossom can't usually
take a second round."
It wasn't a question, but then, Ino wasn't asking. Instead, she continued in
the same persuading honey sweet tone she'd offered each time she managed to
pull him away. Slowly wearing him down with logic and her own sexuality. A
dangerous combination if ever there was one.
"I can't say I know for sure, but you certainly seemed satisfied that day." She
continued poking. "And I know it was good for me. Because we're good together.
We fit, much better than you and Sakura anyway." Naruto flinched at her words,
and his eyes turned from hers to look at the ground. Not so much as to think
about what she'd said, but more to deny it, and to remind himself of whom his
heart really belonged to. Seeing this, Ino's expression pinched, almost turning
cranky after another failed attempt to sway him from his longtime crush. Her
next words were almost biting, completely ignorant of the impact they had on
both his conscience as well as his emotions.
"And I know I would never be stupid enough to leave you! Not for a second. I
mean, how smart can she really be if she's willing to pass you up, huh?" A
flash of confusion echoed across Naruto's face. It was over as fast as it'd
started, and afterward the nervous, reluctant demeanor the blonde inspired was
gone. Leaving only a frown and an echo of guilt that went on to confuse poor
Ino who could only look on and see all of her efforts crumble before her.
Naruto didn't say anything. Merely reaching up to gently pry her grip from
around his arm. In a fit of stubbornness, Ino actually resisted for a moment,
thinking it cute to show him just how unwilling she was to let him go. But his
grip became shockingly firm. Not painful, but strong enough to show the
difference between their physical strength. In the end, Ino was left frowning
like a petulant child suddenly scolded by a parent. While Naruto's dark
expression remained unable to even look at the girl who just offered herself so
openly for his pleasure.
"Naruto-kun," Ino whined, but he appeared conflicted, and very confused.
Ultimately, unsure how to handle Ino's attention, he made the very awkward
decision to simply turn and continue on the path he'd been on before her
ambush. In return Ino's pouty expression shifted in an instant, flattening into
panic while she moved to step after him. "N-Naruto?! Hey, wait up! Don't just
leave without me," she moved to chase after him, while he continued forward
unable to so much as glance back in her direction.
If his behavior discouraged Ino, the blonde didn't let it show. Matching his
quick and brisk pace, her soft voice continued to speak to him, prattling on
about nothing in particular. Despite having fallen for him so hard, the time
she'd been allowed to spend with him was very limited. Being on different
teams, with different missions, and having to help her parents run the flower
shop meant she had to work hard and fight for just a few scraps of minutes each
day, and she intended to make as much use of their romantic walk through the
markets as she could. All while not so subtly dropping hints towards her
favored stalls and shops just in case he ever decided to take her up on that
date. Which he would. Even when he didn't respond Ino didn't break stride,
growing used to the awkward young man's odd behavior.
Ino's plotting and Naruto's anxiety aside, their time together continued until
Naruto's apartment finally came into view. Seeing her chance at hand, Ino threw
her long ponytail over her shoulder, allowing the long golden strands to dance
in the breeze for a single moment before making her move. An easy and deeper
tone playing against her half-lidded expression. "Aren't you going to invite me
in, Naruto-kun?" she even allowed her posture to slouch, her aforementioned low
cut top once again doing its job to best present her womanly assets.
An uncomfortable itch started behind his neck, where cold sweat leaked through
the wide pores. Suffice to say, Naruto didn't exactly have a lot of practice
turning down people who actually wanted to spend time with him. The very idea
seemed ridiculous. But allowing his eyes to turn in her direction, the obvious
arousal he should have been feeling was all but absent. Replaced by cold, sharp
fear, as well as a healthy dose of guilt that drowned out anything else that
might have tried to arise.
Naruto's mouth opened, but nothing came out for several seconds. His eyes
remained trained on her flirtatious expression, glancing for a moment towards
the door to his home before returning to her brilliant blue eyes. Finally, the
panic that threatened his features seemed to deflate, settling into a mask of
utter resignation.
The shift was almost enough to shake Ino's bravado, who collected herself
quickly for his reply. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be anything close to what she
expected, and even further from what she wanted, his words leaving her to stare
at him in a confused daze.
"Ino, forget about me completely."
The words came from Naruto's lips in a tone the once carefree ninja had never
known until a few days prior. It was heavy, impossibly so. And compared to the
light and laughter normally found in his voice, it was like he was another
person altogether. Ino's reaction continued, as though struggling to process
the clear order in his tone. Finally, her eyes settled back on his drawn
expression, confusion suddenly coming to life.
Naruto watched her for a moment, face set against the question in her gaze.
"I…" she started, turning her head to the side with a single brow raised.
Whatever hope might have sprung into the young man's chest was demolished as
soon as he spied the corner of her lips curl into her trademarked smirk.
Perplexed, but otherwise completely unaffected she finished, "can't believe you
think it's that easy to get rid of me!" And just like that Naruto's serious
expression dropped back towards the ground, a long sigh following.
There was no surprise, no shock on his face as he turned to walk towards the
staircase leading to his apartment. Almost as though he'd been expecting it.
The sudden departure left Ino blinking after him, a huff of indignation blowing
out her flared nostrils. Still, her eyes only reflected a harder determination.
"Okay! That's fine," she called after him as he stomped up the steep incline
towards the second floor, "just give me a call when you change your mind?" His
answer was to look at her, clear conflict and confusion twisting the tight
squint of his eyes before he felt compelled to offer a weak wave goodbye and
continued towards his door. There, he made no attempt to hide his eagerness to
be inside and slam the door shut behind him, only to press his back against the
frame, savoring the silence and solitude of his empty apartment.
It hadn't worked. But then, he'd already known it wouldn't… His real issue was
trying to forget.
Releasing a slow sigh, he let his eyes close against the sight of his
apartment, so dark and quiet without the nervous, albeit begrudging joy of his
longtime crush. And yet, even in her absence, Naruto had to recognize that
losing Sakura had not been the worst consequence of that day. Rather, that was
standing just outside his apartment. It also happened to be the real reason he
found it so hard to muster up the courage to try and use his will bending
abilities again.
Ino was beautiful. And despite her bold tendencies Naruto would have probably
gone out with her on a date at the drop of a hat if she'd shown interest in him
before. …If Sakura wasn't in the picture, of course. And even then, he'd at
least feel happy about the feminine attention. What guy in their right
mind wouldn't be?
Starved for attention as he was, growing more and more discouraged by Sakura's
continued dismissals as he was, her attention remained as a constant reminder
of just how badly he'd messed up. How reckless he'd been using a power when he
had no idea how they really worked. The same power he refused to even consider
using now. And all because of how much trouble he'd created simply by speaking
before he'd even tried to think about what he was saying. A common flaw for
someone his age, but no one could deny the added consequence his position
afforded in this particular instance.
When he'd been in the shower with the other blonde, completely unaware that his
girlfriend's mind had been swapped with another, Ino had… teased him, or,
possibly had been looking to hurt Sakura when she'd joked about them seeing
other people. In his panic he'd completely messed up, demanding that she only
look at him. That she wouldn't ever be interested in anyone else but him. Only
to realize afterward how his power had effectively imprinted Ino's affection to
him. Or at the very least, how he had forced her into a position where she
couldn't help but fall for him.
It hadn't been too bad at first, realizing what had happened. He'd been more
confused than anything else, taking a moment to understand that his commands
had transferred to her even though the girl had heard them while inhabiting
another's body. Worried about Sakura, he'd been more embarrassed over the
situation than guilty. It wasn't until he'd given her a second order that he
realized something wasn't right. And it wasn't until he'd tried several more
times afterward that he realized the horrifying truth that the effects of his
power, once intoned, were completely irreversible.
He'd tried everything he could think of. He told her to find someone else, told
her to forget the first order; he even tried telling her to hate him! All of
which had been met with odd glances, and a small snort of laughter from the
last. It was only with growing horror that he realized if he used his power on
someone he could never give an order that contradicted a previous command.
Something he might have found out if he'd ever actually taken the time to learn
about what it could do or its effects.
'I'd never be stupid enough to leave you,' she'd lauded, thinking he would be
impressed by her devotion. When really all it did was add more stress to the
boulder he was already carrying on his back.
"Yeah, because you can't. And it's all my fault…"
Naruto's eyes opened, and he took a step deeper into his apartment. Taking a
deep breath, hunger from an afternoon of traipsing across the village made
itself known. He moved almost without a thought towards the kitchen where
cupboards of instant ramen would soon greet him.
Even as he went about preparing his favorite meal, his eyes and motions
continued to lack the familiar excitement. Soon the only sound to fill the
apartment came from the old microwave as the Styrofoam cup turned in place and
the first hint of steam began to rise and fog the illumined glass reflecting
Uzumaki's listless gaze.
Thirty seconds of the three minutes required passed before Naruto's stressed
posture turned to walk away from his warming meal. He only made it a few feet
before his steps slowed towards the unkempt mess of his bed and sheets, weighed
down by the memories of his failed attempts to remove whatever order's Ino had
retained after her mind returning to her own body.
He… didn't know what he was supposed to do. If it were just Sakura being angry
at him or maybe just knowing he'd messed up using his powers then maybe he'd be
able to think of a solution. But combined, the level of pressure was just a bit
more than one fifteen year old boy thought himself capable of solving. Even
worse, he couldn't even run to the old man or Iruka-sensei. Not without way
more questions than he knew how to answer. Or even could, for that matter. Not
for the first time, Naruto's tight expression pinched as he resisted the
comforting urge to curl up on the ground and daydream about happier times.
More time passed, and the sharp chirping of the microwave sounded off signaling
the blond's meal was ready. And yet he didn't move, unable to look away from
the soft, innocuous cushion of his bed where all his problems had begun.
His mind reached back unbidden, pulling images and memories of his time with
Sakura to the surface. Not of Ino, whose inviting grins and eager reception had
confused and amazed him; but of the girl who's eyes refused to so much as meet
his own, so self-conscious of her own pleasure as to barely even allow it.
The feeling of her hands on his shoulder, of her skin so soft under his own.
The emotion in his chest when he fully entered her body, more than pleasurable,
but fulfilling in a way that occupied the hollow pang of loneliness. And her
smile, so selfish and devious, and so her that every time he got to see it all
he wanted was to keep her happy for the rest of his life.
What had once made him the happiest boy in the village now hurt him more than
anything he'd ever experience. And basking in what had been only tore at the
scabs of his emotions, sending even more lances of stinging, acid-laced barbs
through his chest. Enough to summon his hand above the space where his stubborn
muscle continued to beat, clutching at the jacket and shirt underneath as
though that could numb the self-inflicted torture he continued to force himself
through, day in and day out. Just to remind himself that it had really
happened.
One week. Seven whole days, that was all! And yet Naruto could already feel the
familiar doubts start to creep out from the darkest corners of his
consciousness. Voices that he did his best to ignore, to stay upbeat and
joyful. But it never lasted long and they inevitably continued to get louder
the longer he remained in this shadowed living space. A deep line furled
between his tight brows.
"You're alone again.”
“It's too quiet.”
“Why won't people look at me?”
“Why won't Sakura-chan look at me?”
“It's never going to change.”
“You'll never be Hokage.”
“No one will ever see you, for you."
And, more recently, "what if Sakura-chan never comes back?" The voice repeated
itself often, never slowing even when it was all the young man could do to keep
from stabbing his own ears out.
"What if Sakura-chan never comes back?
“But… what if Sakura-chan never comes back?
What if Sakura-chan never comes back?!"
 A new addition, this one sounded the loudest and stabbed the boy deeper than
anything else. He'd tried so hard to ignore it, but the cold glare from that
day, as well as every other day since finally demanded that he at least
consider that she… she might really never come back…
Naruto had seen Sakura angry, he had even seen her outright furious, usually at
him. But he'd never seen her hurt before. Not like that day. And never by him.
The image of her grief-stricken expression remained long after his bruises had
faded back into the lightly tanned skin wrapped around his form. As much as he
wanted to deny the possibility, as unaware of the situation as he might have
been, Sakura might really not forgive him. And even worse, this time he was too
afraid to use his new powers to try and win her back.
Even if he dared, he couldn't make her trust him. He couldn't make her love him
again or even like him. At best he could force her into a relationship that
would only hurt her, and him by proxy. He’d made that mistake once, too stupid
too naive to know better. But a second time? She would be at his side, unable
to leave him, but miserable, and that… wasn't a life Naruto wanted. He never
wanted to force himself on someone's life, but for them to welcome him into it.
So… then, what? What was he supposed to do? Had that really been his one and
only chance at happiness; stolen out from under him before he even had the
opportunity to spend his life with the girl of his dreams? Was he just doomed
to a life of isolation, always staring out at others who were lucky enough to
find their matches?
And just like that Naruto found himself returning to that lonely, isolated
child forced to watch on while everyone around him returned home to their
families, leaving him by himself as the sun set on another day.
It was like a cold fist closed around his heart. He didn't want that! He didn't
want to be left behind. He didn't want to go back to being alone! But then,
what was he supposed to do? And just like that, his line of thought was forced
towards his blonde counterpart, considering her interest possibly for the very
first time.
Ino was… kind of weird, in Naruto's mind. Obsessing over stupid things like
clothes and makeup, although, that could just be attributed to her gender. She
seemed to have a bit of a temper, but seeing as how he'd dated Sakura holding
that against her didn't exactly seem fair. All in all, Naruto wasn't really
sure what to do with her.
He'd made her obsessed with him. Or, more accurately, so that she only ever saw
him as a person she would be interested in. That much control, affecting her
that much was way more than the young man would normally attempt. But at that
moment… he'd been scared, just like he was scared now.
The thought of just sending her away seemed cruel now that he reflected on her
circumstances. He'd just lamented the possibility of spending the rest of his
life alone, and if he never returned her feelings, that's exactly what he would
be condemning her to. Unless his powers ran out, which nothing had happened to
allude to, he really was her only option now.
But then the thought of dating her came across like he was just abusing his
powers. A prospect he'd justified for Sakura, he was in love with her after
all, but he couldn't say the same about Ino. At best, she made him curious. He
just didn't want to be alone again, but did that mean he was ready to spend the
rest of his life with her?
No. But… maybe he could at least try and get to know her a little? Take her out
on a date. Talk to her. Get to know her. She wouldn't be Sakura but he at least
owed it to her to try. A-At least until his girlfriend eventually forgave him!
If she forgave him… and if she didn’t, well, at least he wouldn’t be alone.
Besides, something told him she wasn't exactly the type to take no for an
answer. Stubbornness was something he could admire and knew pretty well
himself.
He'd made a decision, and afterward part of him even felt slightly better. It
was a plan, something other than the downward spiral that had been his life
this past week.
Turning to start his meal, Naruto allowed his gaze to linger on the unkempt
mattress for another second before forcing the image to fall towards the back
of his head. And when he sat down to eat, he even managed to find a smile
appearing at the salty, miso flavor filling his mouth and the warmth of noodles
and broth seeping into his body.
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***** Chapter 7 *****
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Tag(s): Masturbation.
Girl(s): Sakura
Edited: LordsofEmberCelica
Words: 10,852
Chapter 7
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Sakura's arms flexed against the gaggle of eager dogs threatening to yank her
shoulder free from its socket, loud yips and growls filling the otherwise quite
air as they jumped and played at her feet.
D rank missions were the worst, but D rank missions for the Inuzuka clan were a
unique and special kind of hell, almost always ending up with the team unlucky
enough to have been assigned such requests either cleaning out soiled kennels
or getting dragged around the village by the pack, all the while hoping and
praying not to draw the short straw and have to clean up after them. Compared
to the many other assignments handed out by the Hokage, in Sakura's book it was
second only to the few times they'd been forced to babysit actual babies. Give
her a kennel and a garden hose over a dirty diaper any day…
All she could do was glare, straining against the large number of bestial
canines that threatened to overwhelm her thin frame. Finally, gritting her
teeth, the strength in her limbs seemed to double as she yanked back on the
leashes wrapped around her fist, cutting short the barking and playful yips
while forcing the many pairs of brown eyes in her direction.
"Calm down!" she commanded with a tone of voice she had only ever directed at a
certain blond knucklehead, the warning in her gaze clear enough for even
animals to recognize. Immediately their excitement and playful cheer was
replaced by cowed haunches with tails tucked firmly between their legs. Her
relief was palpable, leaving the lone kunoichi to sigh before remembering her
three male companions… whose eyes all seemed to be staring at her as she
nervously glanced in their direction. And suddenly, that volcanic temper
sputtered out, replaced by the cold dejection she had long since grown used to
carrying throughout these forced missions.
Her pace continued as it had been, the animals under her control now orderly
and well managed as they walked trailing behind her. It would have been comical
if it wasn't so apparent that the behavior stemmed from pure fear. If anything,
the picture only served to piss her off even more. Rather than draw more
attention to herself, she kept her temper under control.
Sakura was happy being a ninja, even if her reasons for joining the academy had
changed since her initial youthful dreams. Memories of herself picturing the
Uchiha prodigy saving a glorified, and quite honestly disproportioned, version
of herself played like some mimicry of her current person. In fact, it was
almost strange for the pinkette to recognize her feelings for the dark-haired
boy on her squad, or that she'd ever felt anything for him in the first place.
Even glancing at him now she found none of the butterflies or nervous quivering
from before. He was handsome enough true, that hadn't changed. But what she'd
used to find attractive in his dark, mysterious eyes and the pale skin of his
neck, she now felt only indifference towards. A stark change in comparison to
the gravatonic pull that demanded her attention towards her second male
companion; whose bright blond hair and dreamy blue eyes had grown on her,
almost like a fungus or mold. But it had grown, nevertheless.
Carefully, slowly, her emerald gaze shifted towards the boy in question too
preoccupied with his own hoard of beasts to notice her attention. She breathed
a sigh of relief.
Her gaze lingered, longer than she knew she should allow, but she couldn't help
herself. Because despite what Naruto might think, despite even what she kept
telling herself, her feelings for the blond hadn't changed. In reality, it was
only her understanding of their relationship that had shifted to what it was
now.
Being with Naruto had been fantastic, amazing even if she were honest. In fact,
it had been everything that that young girl had ever wanted in a relationship
and then some! He made her feel loved, cherished and special, like she was
important for a change, like she was the center of his world. Which is why she
knew that she could never live up to what he thought, or rather, imagined of
her.
The reminder of her shortcomings cracked across her consciousness like a whip,
sharp and stinging. Embarrassment bloomed beneath her cheeks, and her eyes
forcefully jerked back towards the long road and wooden fence posts on their
trail. She let the disappointment that had been toiling in her chest frame her
expression.
Even before she'd found him in bed with her stupid ex-best friend, there had
been doubts that plagued the adolescent. For a young woman, how could there not
have been? She'd managed to keep them at bay, of course, taking comfort from
the way her lover stared at her longingly and lovingly, both during sex or when
they were just mingling before, between or after missions and training. But
whatever shield of confidence she'd managed to construct had been obliterated
in a single swoop as soon as she walked in to see him and Ino wrapped in each
other's arms.
Each time she even tried to think about returning to how things had been, to
how they had been all she could see was the image of Naruto's smooth tanned
complexion glistening in the sweat of his exertions, as well as the hot blush
that seemed to reach all the way down the light pink of his nipples. That in of
itself wasn't bad, what made it so painful was Ino's damned smirk staring back
at her from Sakura's own face as she sat atop her lover and boyfriend, smug,
knowing that in a single day she'd managed to give him the kind of pleasure
Sakura had failed to deliver even after an entire month in each other's arms.
Again she was doomed to come in second place behind her rival, only this time
in a way that actually mattered.
That day, the day she'd had her body stolen only to find it used against her,
she'd honestly thought that she'd lost her boyfriend completely. Standing in
that room before him, she had been terrified by the thought of hearing him say
the words that would end their relationship, especially in front of Ino. So
instead of subjecting herself to the shame of her own failures, she did the
only thing that made sense, she cut him to the chase and ended their
relationship before he had the chance to hurt her.
Of course, at the time she hadn't been thinking nearly so rationally. All of
that fear and insecurity she'd suffered under for so long had melded together
into an expression of pure rage. She could still feel the firm muscles of
Naruto's neck and the bone of his jaw against her fist. The last time she had
been able to touch him. The last time she would have seen him, if not for the
fact they were forced together a handful of hours each day because they were on
the same squad. Even still, she'd managed to guard her heart and face by
communicating with her former boyfriend as little as possible. After all, once
he'd been with a girl like Ino, how could she ever compete?
Which is why she'd been so surprised by his reaction the following day.
Knowing she'd have to face him, she hadn't been sure what to expect, just as
she hadn't known what kind of face to make when they were finally reunited on
the dusty morning road. But stumbling along, she was horrified to see him
already waiting along with their third teammate. When it finally came down to
it, she ended up falling back into their old pattern without even thinking.
She adamantly ignored the boy no matter how much she might wish to do the
opposite. And yet, rather than return the favor, or worse, she was amazed to
find the boy doing the same. Or rather, had once more reverted to the
mercilessly constant stream of hail marries of interest that had, at one time,
threatened to drive her towards murder.
He asked how her day was. He seemed to talk about nothing at all, switching
from subject to subject as though he thought he might find some way to earn a
response from her. He tried to get her to notice him period, only to fail in
every respect. Well, at least from his perspective he was failing. In reality
his nagging attention was devoured like water to a wilting plant. More than a
few times he appeared to try and give her some kind explanation. And it was
those times, and only those times that Sakura gave him her attention, usually
in the form of glare or equally warm gestures.
Would she be happy getting back together with him? Possibly. Did she miss him?
More than she ever thought possible. But she could already see where that kind
of relationship would go, with her just being her, until Naruto finally
realized she wasn't nearly as perfect as he seemed to have imagined after all
these years.
Eventually, he would lose interest in her and realize just how little she had
to offer him, how much time and effort he'd wasted on what had been nothing but
his imagination. How could he not, especially now that he had experienced what
it was like to be with a girl like Ino? At that point, he would stop reaching
out to her altogether, or even notice her presence.
That was what Sakura feared, and it was what encouraged her to keep up this
mask of anger even when she knew it was hurting him. What he wanted, it was an
impossibility, something that had never existed. Years and years of chasing her
through their time in the academy had given birth to a vision of her that she
just couldn't live up too. He'd put her up on a pedestal and chased after her
as though she were some priceless treasure, which meant letting him see and
know the real girl, the real her could only disappoint him.
She wasn't perfect. She wasn't beautiful, maybe not ugly, but other than her
hair she was an average girl by most standards. She was smart, yes but what
good did that do other than to make her sound like a mouthy know-it-all?
So, she'd decided, why let him know the truth, why do something that would only
hurt them both when she could let him keep his perfect dream and avoid being
rejected when he realized it was just that? Before they'd gotten together,
before he'd managed to talk his way into her panties, they had a perfectly fine
relationship.
She hadn't appreciated it before, but she realized her mistake now. As long as
she stayed just out of reach, keeping him at arm's length, he would continue
chasing her until he finally gave up. And in a way, she could still keep him
for herself in the same way.
It was hardly ideal, but it was still preferable knowing the alternative. At
least this way she could keep him close, she could keep his interest for a time
while preserving his dream even after he moved on. And for her, that was
enough, to know he would move on, that he would find somebody better who
wouldn't disappoint him while she would never have to feel her heart get torn
apart by his rejection.
Submitting to her insecurities and twisted reasoning, Sakura worked through her
missions in silence, sparing when instructed and doing her best to trudge
through the chores they'd been assigned quickly and efficiently. All so that
she could reach her favorite part of the day that much faster.
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Handing the leashes back to the feral-looking woman in charge of the kennels,
Sakura's relief doubled with anticipation as she quietly waited for today's
attempt to get her attention. The one interaction she allowed herself.
She pretended not to care, of course, she had to, merely biding her time while
Kakashi gave his farewells before vanishing in a poof of smoke and twirling
leaves. Sasuke's quick departure marked the moment she had been waiting for as
she turned towards her own home. And yet walking away, it was as though her
entire existence focused on the space facing her back.
She was almost hyperaware of the blond boy's presence while her ears strained
to hear the first hint of his voice. When his bright voice never sounded, she
couldn't help but feel her pace slow, more and more to give him that much more
time, all before coming to a complete stop.
Her airy expression pinched, furling despite knowing better. Every inch of her
being screamed to look back, to the point she had to physically stop herself
from whipping around to see what was keeping her crush. Instead, her posture
remained straight and proud, all while her face glanced around in a gesture she
promised herself seemed nonchalant. And yet, any and all pretense of
disinterest vanished as soon as she managed to see her crush's expression.
He was watching her, which should have sent her heart thundering with enough
joy to keep her from moping around the house for another day. But his
expression, the… resignation in his eyes stopped whatever pleasure she might
have derived from the gesture.
Naruto seemed sad, looking at her. And he lacked the usual desperation for her
attention that she'd come to expect from him. It might have been self-centered,
but she liked how much he seemed to desire her, even if she knew it was
misplaced. Seeing him without it worried her however, it worried her a lot.
Allowing her disinterested expression to drop, a small frown formed before,
without warning, the downtrodden young boy closed his eyes, breaking their
connection, and then turned around without a word to start on his way home.
His sudden departure left Sakura to stare after him for a change. And for the
first time, it was she who wanted to call out to him.
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Doubt ran rampant through her mind as she made her way home. What had she done
wrong, had something happened today that was different from before, or could
her plan have…?
Her face pinched. Well, that would just be too perfect, wouldn't it? She did
her best to come up with this big strategy to keep Naruto to herself for as
long as she could, only for it to push him into moving on after so little time.
If that were the case, irony didn't quite describe the turn of events justice.
Instead, poetic seemed a bit more apt, she always did hate poetry…
Did he lose interest in her already? Had he moved on that quickly? Or was he
just tired of chasing someone that never seemed to return the favor? Her
insecurities continued to play their games with her mind. Already her usually
fair features had become drawn and gaunt, while all of her worst fears came one
after the next. It wasn't long before she was accepting the possibility that
Naruto might have already found a new girlfriend. Her progress home came to a
halt as she was frozen on the spot. But then, rationality began to worm its way
back into her thinking, allowing her to see how crazy she was being.
Just because he didn't call after her today didn't mean anything was wrong. In
fact, it should be expected even, yes. "That makes sense, he was probably just
tired. Wrestling with those dogs must have been hard after a long day, after
all. And his spar with Sasuke seemed to wear him out. There are plenty of
reasons for him to be so quiet. More, in fact, that leads away from a new love
interest than towards," she told herself. She would see him tomorrow after all;
everything was going to be okay and she still had some time left to enjoy what
they had.
Sakura's mind, the one feature about herself the young woman seemed to value,
continued to try and rationalize Naruto's strange behavior, swaying from
dragging deprecation to anxiously dismissal. Where was the logical girl her
teachers and parents had always praised for her ability to stay calm? Lately,
it seemed like she'd been murdered, dropped in a ditch out in Rain country, and
left to feed the birds. But then, somehow, Naruto appeared to the have that
effect on people…
Even as a young girl she'd been known for her maturity, never having been one
to get in trouble or act without thinking. She'd preened under the compliments
at the time, reveling in the attention she never found in her peers. Except
now, she saw herself behaving so strangely and making decisions that were
impossibly inane. No matter how much time she tried to spend thinking things
out, ultimately turning that asset into a weapon against herself. In the end,
drifting listlessly towards her home, Sakura still hadn't made up her mind.
Dwelling on the issue in a personal form of torture rather than using that
brain power to find a solution.
"Maybe… maybe I should try and do something, just to be safe?" she asked
herself as she opened the door to her parents' home. The lock and tumblers
clicked and rolled as she locked the door behind her, entirely unperturbed by
the hollow silence of the empty house. "Not talk to him of course! But…
something. Just to make sure he doesn't give up on me already. Just to keep
things the way they are a little longer." And yet, Sakura couldn't stop another
voice from speaking up from the deepest corner of her mind, asking if that was
really what she wanted, pointing out how eventually this was the result she was
planning towards and expecting.
No answer came to her as she thought either of the questions over. Did she
really want this? Was she going to be okay with this happening?
She didn't feel good about her decision to try and bait him a little, nor did
she feel particularly relieved at the prospect of him moving on. It would have
been more accurate to say it simply lessened the panic that had stricken her
seeing Naruto walk away. It was adequate, something she could live with, rather
than what she allowed herself to want. And for a girl who lived her entire life
always feeling like she was in second place, settling was unfortunately
familiar.
Things were going to be okay. She hadn't lost anything yet. And if she were
smart, she wouldn't have to lose anything for some time.
The girl was exhausted, both emotionally and physically. Thankfully, she knew
that if she kept herself busy, she could keep herself from thinking about any
more topics she knew would only cause her more stress. Glancing around the
familiar space the young woman was having a little trouble thinking of what
could keep her mind occupied.
Usually, after missions, Sakura would return to find one of her parents
enlisting her help with invoices or organizing their orders. When one was about
to be filled she even found herself helping her father carry the heavy loads
into the wagon her parents used to travel the country. But this month's orders
had already been filled, loaded, and filed. And her parents would be gone for
at least another week before they made it back from the capitol.
The hospital had been an odd development in her life, albeit one she was
thankful for, if only because the familiar sense of accomplishment she'd found
in learning from the friendly nurses who had taken her under their wing. After
teaching her the contraceptive technique and seeing her proficiency in the
field, they had been kind enough to invite her back for a few supplementary
medical lessons.
It was safe and easy, for her at least, and not completely unlike the time
she'd spent in the academy. Rather than running through the forest and getting
all sweaty or beaten up by the two physically stronger boys in her squad, her
lessons were filled with chakra control, memorization and, best of all,
reading. Anatomy books and the nature of chakra, sure. But still!
She'd graduated from the academy as the number one kunoichi of her class thanks
to her test scores. Unfortunately, that success had not translated as well as
she'd hoped into the real world. She could understand and calculate the angle
of kunai trajectory or measure the inherent tension required to lay a weighted
trip wire all day and night. But what good did that do if she wasn't fast
enough to throw the weapon before Sasuke and Naruto were right in front of her?
How much did knowing how to balance a trap matter if she wasn't strong enough
to lift the log on the other end? The only thing that made her great before
graduation had become almost detrimental in the field. But… not at the
hospital.
She didn't need strength or speed to learn how to heal people. And just looking
at her teammates after a spar, she knew that kind of skill would be useful. For
the first time since she earned her Hitai-ate, she felt like she might actually
be useful and able to contribute to the village. Which, compared to the
assignments she had been stuck with lately, sounded better than she could have
hoped for. Maybe it was just because she was on a squad with an Uchiha prodigy
and Naruto who never seemed to slow down, but Sakura would be lying if she said
she hadn't been questioning her placement. But with this, at least she had a
chance.
Learning the basics and nature of medical chakra was just too fascinating. She
hadn't quite gotten it yet, but she felt like she was close! But then she
remembered that she'd already gone to see the nurses yesterday. And the day
before that. And… the day before that. And while the group of women had been
more than happy to nurture a budding medical kunoichi when they could, they
still had their jobs to do. Sakura already felt like she'd been pushing her
luck the other day
So, no parents and no training to keep her busy. What else did that leave her?
Not much. But that was okay because when it came to entertaining herself by
herself, Sakura had years of practice. This particular solution came with an
unusually pungent whiff of her stale sweat.
She paused mid-stride, her bored expression furled as she recognized the stink
clinging to her skin. This afternoon had been unusually muggy, and the musky
cloud of perspiration mingled with the undeniable scent of the dogs they had
been walking was impossible to miss. Sakura felt disgusted with herself for not
noticing sooner. Her eyes found the door to the bath down the hall, something
close to hesitation starting in her gaze, almost as though she was reluctant to
enter the room.
The green irises of her eyes shifted suspiciously, turning to the corner of her
face as though to avoid staring directly at the empty hallway. Her lips,
pinched in a line, parted enough for the top row of her teeth to sink into the
bottom pillow.
She was the picture of indecision, which was odd considering how much the young
woman enjoyed her baths. Especially after a long day out in the sun. The
decision of what she could do to pass the time was decided for her.
Opening the door, she sighed at the familiar layout. It was a traditional
setup, with a separate area to wash before luxuriating in the smaller bath.
Filling the basin up with steaming water, she stepped back into the separate
room beside the tile and bright lights to strip out of her qipao and shorts.
Lifting her collar overhead, the girly young woman had to suppress a flinch as
she was blasted with the full scent of her sweat. She held the fabric away from
her with evident distaste, pinching it between two outstretched fingers before
allowing it to drop into the nearby hamper basket. She would do the actual
laundry later, another chore to keep her mind distracted, but right now all she
could focus on was feeling the salty granules of dried sweat clinging to her
skin and urging her to remove the rest of her clothes.
Her shorts were next, slipping down her thighs without another thought.
Reaching back, she pinched the clips of her bra only to sigh as soon as the
elastic straps went slack around her shoulders and sides. Free from their
cotton confinements, the meager mounds made the subtle shift against her skin,
settling against her ribs gently. Finally her panties came last, falling from
her thighs and exposing the image of her femininity.
Pink hair crowned her privates, thin and wispy yet growing fuller by the month.
The strands faded along the cleft that shaped her folds, soft and shaded an
innocent color. Bending over to pick up her discarded underwear, the pert shape
of her backside parted to reveal the full line of her sex as it blended into
the crevice of her rear in a quick flash of flesh that went forgotten as she
balled up the wad of thin cotton before finally striding towards the main room.
She opened the glass door and was about to step inside when her passing
reflection in the nearby mirror caught her attention.
She stopped, turned and regarded her naked body with an unreadable expression.
After a moment's hesitation, her hands settled around the base of her breasts,
pushing up to cup the soft mounds before frowning.
Turning again, she arched hips she didn't entirely own yet while looking for
the womanly shape she'd learned to aspire towards growing up. Dropped her
hands, she bent her back, pressing them towards the ceiling while her eyes
searched for any sign that they might have grown in the twenty-four hours since
she'd last checked. She dropped the awkward pose with a sigh, finally giving up
and forced to accept she was the same shapeless girl she'd always been.
The sting was sharp but familiar. When Sakura was younger, it had been worse,
waiting for her body to blossom, as Mebuki had called it, only to realize she'd
no doubt inherited the older Haruno's thin frame and less than enticing curves.
Her mother was a beautiful woman, even now. But no one would call her buxom, or
even mature, figure wise. And genetics had doomed her to the same eventual
fate; no matter how much milk she forced down. However, such realizations had
grown harsher as of late, for reasons that were more than obvious.
She did her best to put her disappointment behind her, walking nude into the
tiled room to quickly check on the tub now full of warm water. She cut off the
faucet, feeling goosebumps prickle the smooth surface of her arms and shoulders
as the heated steam contrasted against the cool air-conditioned temperature of
the house.
Compared to the rest of her parent's home the actual bathroom was a little more
old-fashioned than the newer models most people in the village had. When she
was little and had often taken baths with her parents, she enjoyed the outdated
style, thinking it was fun. But after experiencing the ease of Naruto's simple
shower and tub setup, all she could do was look at her own options and sigh.
A short pink bench was already sat near a large sink set against one of the
walls. The pinkette carefully shifted her weight to sit down, feeling the
smooth surface settle against her bare cheeks. Opening the faucet, she reached
for the nearby head, testing the water against her hand before turning the
spray on her body.
The water pressure was firm and berated her skin with a comfortable heat. Her
frown disappeared, replaced by an open expression of bliss that only a woman
seemed to understand after washing away the sweat of a long day. She took her
time enjoying the sensation, soaking her skin and feeling the loose dirt shed
away. Her eyes closed as she turned the water on her face and allowed the
droplets to trickle down and soak into the long nurtured strands of her prized
hair.
Soap and a loofa were set nearby as soon as she was finished with the spray.
Applying a generous amount into the sponge, she sighed at the natural rosy sent
that spread throughout the room as she worked it into a rich lather. Any
lingering depression was forgotten as she rubbed the suds against her skin,
basking in the comfort of cleanliness
Around her shoulders, under her arms, up and down her deceivingly thin biceps,
her hands drew the soapy sponge across her upper body scrubbing away the day's
layer of grime and dead skin. Turning towards her collar and neck, she drew in
a deep breath enjoying the relaxing scent and sensation. The same abrasive
texture drifted lower as she started on her chest, drawing the porous surface
in slow circles towards her breasts. Eyes closed, the quiet smile she'd been
enjoying slipped a fraction of an inch, although her hands continued without
pause.
The sponge was warm and soft, with a surface that was only slightly textured as
it drew against the tips of her breasts. With each pass, a pleasurable tingle
was left in its wake along with the trail of glistening suds. Enough that the
young woman found herself spending a few additional minutes painting her chest
with the soapy mess.
Hers responded as any healthy body would, and the soft nubbins standing from
the pale pink of her areola began to tighten and rise, becoming even more
sensitive to the thoughtless indulgence. Her hands moved slowly, shifting to
one breast and then the other as though she'd already forgotten she'd just
cleaned it. Soon she pressed harder against the mounds, wringing the sponge
against her body while excess soap slipped down her belly and between her legs.
Small they might be, but it was that particular shape that allowed for
sensitivity that lulled her into such casual lust
A sigh slipped through her parted lips. Her heartbeat increased of its own
volition, answering the call of sudden blood flow as parts of her body swelled
in reaction to her activity. An itch started between her legs urging her
shapely thighs together in a weak attempt at friction. Hand in her lap; it was
a natural motion to glide between her slippery thighs. It was only as the tip
of her finger brushed against the swelling nub still tucked beneath her hood
that her eyes snapped open and she realized what she'd been about to do.
…again.
The sensation of her finger standing out to brush against her lower lips
finally pierced the fog of pleasure. She looked down at her chest only to blink
at the blushing mounds, slightly swollen from the pleasure of her own hand. The
warmth of the water had already painted her pale skin a softer rosy hue, and
yet she couldn't help but notice the color appeared to stand out even more
around specific areas.
She didn't appear shocked. She didn't even look overly concerned about her own
wandering hands. If anything her expression was one of disappointment, with a
healthy dose of shame. God, was she this far gone; to the point she couldn't
even take a shower without…? Her hot cheeks burned even brighter. Squeezing her
eyes shut, there was little she could do against the small shiver of sensation
starting between her legs, and then up her spine.
Part of her considered standing up to dry off right then and there, stopping
only because she could still feel the oils and dirt itching at the surface of
her scalp.
This was ridiculous; she was here to take a bath. She could be naked for a few
minutes without it leading to anything else. Hopefully, whoever she was trying
to convince was more easily coerced than herself. Despite her words, even she
couldn't deny the sudden haste she found in her motions as she went about
scrubbing the rest of the body.
Rather than linger on the moment, Sakura did her best to shake off the
lingering warmth stored beneath her flesh, turning the sponge to her legs in an
attempt to escape her own body.
Much like her arms, the young girl's legs stretched from her frame as long thin
columns. Although they had been slightly more shapely as of late, taking on
subtle curves that would fill out more as she continued to grow.
Forced from her body, she stretched forward to rub against her shins and
calves, quickly working her way back to the thicker pillar of her thighs. A
layer of sparkling soap was left in her wake, clinging and dripping from the
length of her legs in much the same way it now dripped from her breasts.
It wasn't until her hands reached for the inside of her thighs and she moved to
splay her legs for better access that her fast motions slowed. The shame on her
features redoubled, but not enough to disguise the want that itched at the apex
of her femininity.
"Just a shower, just a shower," she repeated to herself as she allowed the
loofa to slowly scrub against the tender flesh around her sex. If anything,
getting so close without allowing herself to be touched only made the skin
there feel even more sensitive, enough to draw a sigh from her strained lips.
"I'm just here to clean myself. That is it. Nothing else." And while adamant to
refuse the embarrassment of actually touching herself, the fact that she needed
to remind herself at all was a humiliation all of its own.
She cleaned one leg and then the other. And yet, when it came time to move on
she found her hands lingering just like before. Except this time she was all
too aware of the pleasure building within her genitals, an irritating sensation
without any of the discomfort. At least, not any kind that she was used to.
This frustration was hot and pulsed and begged for her fingers to reach down
rub it away. But she knew better; knew that if she paid it any attention, it
would only get worse.
She'd never had this problem before, of course. Before he'd allowed her to feel
what her body was capable of feeling, and before she'd suddenly been cut off
from the energetic blond's regular attention. Yet another side effect of her
relationship with the blond boy she loved to hate. Now, embarrassing as it was
to admit, her body continued to crave the sensations of their lovemaking.
Desire the young woman found herself wholly incapable of fulfilling on her own.
But that didn't stop her from trying. No matter how much she might pray for the
contrary.
It was too embarrassing to even think about, that she couldn't even control her
own arousal. What was she, a dog in heat? Before, she'd had the luxury of
blaming Naruto and his own excitement to crawl on top of her naked body day
after day. After all, she was just putting up with him, right? She didn't
actually enjoy having sex …at least, that's what she'd told herself, no matter
how ridiculous. Now, she had no such smoke screen. And now, she was only
beginning to understand that she might have been enjoying their afternoons more
than she had allowed herself to admit.
She could feel that hunger now, pulsing between her legs. It was almost too
easy to think back and imagine that impossible sensation as the young man
entered her body for the first time, braced against her opening until she
finally gave in. Followed by a tight pinch, and then a quick rush of tingles as
her wetness was all too eager to ease his progress deeper into her warmth.
Their first coupling had only hurt, along with the second. And yet at that
time, there had been another sensation she hadn't understood enough to
identify; that only increased with each passing session. And now that she was
forced to go without, she found herself craving the odd pressure from within
her loins. Enough that she was even willing to try and fulfill the need
herself.
The urge came upon her more and more regularly as of late. And to her shame,
she'd been indulging in them just as often. Enough to even make her cautious
about being naked and alone in the bath. Then again, considering how things had
turned out, it appeared as though she'd had every right to be.
Her cheeks were warm, almost feverish as her hand lingered between her open
thighs. Looking down, she could see the dark pink hair of her slit, where the
skin itself had swelled under the bright flush of blood. What had been a
perfectly normal part of her body now appeared puffy and irritated, as well as
sensitive enough to feel even the slightest shift in the air as it blew against
her skin. Finally, watching her hand move, she allowed the sponge to connect
with the sensitive skin of her folds, shuttering as soon as she recognized the
pressure.
"I just need to clean myself." She told herself, a wanton expression shattering
any illusion of the truth of her intentions. But she was just a young woman;
one that had just discovered her own body, and it would be some time before she
learned the restraint that came with maturity.
Her head tilted back, eyes closing in a different kind of relief, she began to
rub the sponge against her swollen lips. Gentle, and careful not to press too
hard, even this amount of attention was enough to send a rush of sparks ticking
her lower back and spine. Without being aware, her body responded on its own
accord, opening her legs even wider until her posture appeared shameless. At
the same time, her pert bottom inched towards the edge of her bench to better
angle her opening towards the friction in her hand. In the steam heavy room,
her breathing began to pick up, and she continued to take special care in
cleaning her most private of areas.
The posture forced her small breasts up, their sharp pointed shapes hugging the
lithe curves of her ribs with the barest amount of jiggling from her rhythmic
motions. Beneath, her heart, whose pace had been building up to this point,
now, reached a pace that visibly beat against the inside of her cavity.
Carrying blood as it rushed to and from the swollen glands that fueled her
lust. Soon she could even feel the steady muscles thrum inside the stubborn nub
peeking out from the top of her lips. The hand that wasn't currently busy
quickly found itself reaching back to prevent the girl from falling flat on her
back on the warm wet tile.
Against her sex itself, Sakura enjoyed a mixture of sensations. Still holding
the sponge, she didn't shy away from the occasional finger straying out to
brush along the full length of her folds. Rocking her wrist and hips, her
entire body had quickly found a rhythm unique only to her that carried her
towards the pleasure her body had begun to crave. The one soap laced finger
finding itself tracing her velvety entrance was becoming especially bold.
She still remembered the first time she was brave enough to explore the narrow
passage of her sex. It still amazed her, kind of, just how soft she was, and
not to mention how…wet that part of her could get. In the bath, it was harder
to tell but that first night, tossing and turning before she finally gave in,
she'd had to sleep without bottoms or underwear, having thoroughly soaked
through both after a solid half hour working herself towards her release. That
had been an awkward morning the next day, quickly shucking both fragrant
garments into the hamper before her parents could wonder why she was wearing
two different sets of sleepwear. But it hadn't stopped her from marveling over
what she'd experienced, which was precisely what she was experiencing right
this moment.
Only the smallest amount of pressure was required for the dainty finger to
carefully slip inside the hot pocket of feminine flesh. The motion was
embarrassingly well practiced by this point, so despite the immediate pleasure
Sakura found from the sensation of her finger slipping inside her body she
couldn't help but feel her cheeks redden a deeper shade of red than she
imagined possible. The small intrusion was enough to send a shiver of warmth
throughout her body from head to hertoes as she began to pump her wrist slowly.
Finally, any more attempts to disguise her intentions were discarded as the
limp loofa finally slipped from her weakened grip and fell to the floor.
Her entire body glistened with white suds while her hand began making small
motions between her parted thighs. No longer drawn in relief, a new kind of
pressure now pinched her features as it began to build and tighten around her
invading digit. In a matter of minutes, even her breath appeared to clench in
her lungs, made evident by the soft mewls of guilty pleasure that escaped with
every sigh.
This was all Naruto's fault. He'd done this to her. He'd made her into this
type of woman. Her life had been perfectly adequate until he'd barged in!
Except now he was gone, and she couldn't go back. And that honestly might scare
her even more than the thought of losing him. Which belied a truth even more
profound than the pure lust she used as an excuse.
Yes, she missed having sex. Going from almost every afternoon to none at all
had been a shock to her system that she hadn't been prepared for. But under
that natural arousal and the now instinctive pulsing need that demanded
attention was a hunger for something more than an orgasm.
She missed him. She missed how it had felt to press herself into his arms and
just be held as their warm bodies dripped even more bodily fluid onto each
other. She missed the firm sensation of his pecs under her tracing fingers, and
she missed the impression of his arms settling around her shoulders and back
while she slowly drifted off; knowing that he would still be there when she
woke up.
This pleasure that she had learned to enjoy was as close as she could get to
feel that safe warmth he instilled in her. A semblance of an echo she'd learned
to associate with toe tingling pleasure and the only time of the day she didn't
feel quite as lonely locked up in her parents' home instead of spending the day
with her boyfriend. This pleasure she felt as her finger continued to wiggle
within the tight confines of her youthful opening; it was a crutch that, when
she closed her eyes, she could almost allow herself to pretend it was still him
enjoying her body. Staring at her with such… love and desire that she had
almost allowed herself to believe that she could be what he saw and imagined.
She continued her fantasy for a handful of moments, enjoying the sensation of
her finger as she tried to work herself deeper with each thrust. Eyes clinched,
all she had to do was remember his face, that dumb smile and even dumber
expression; doing her best to repeat the sensations she remembered feeling as
Naruto got her ready. And yet something wasn't right. Obviously. As
embarrassing as it was to admit, she was used to feeling… larger fingers
parting her lips and invading her passage. Naruto's hands came to mind,
callused and clumsy at the time. And it was no wonder her own dainty manicured
set were insubstantial. Maybe… if she tried adding another…
Sakura did just that, anxiously allowing her ring finger to join her middle
inside her body. Relief came moments later, and she felt the small of her back
arch to accommodate the stretching sensation of her inner muscles. It wasn't
the same as what she was used too. But it helped. Oh my, it helped a lot…
The added girth massaging her inner walls only added to her pleasure, which she
was more than happy to accept. The fantasy playing in her mind changed to allow
Naruto's lips against her sensitive breasts, which she was forced to substitute
with her fingers gently rolling the hardened nub between them, their soft pads
a poor substitute for his rough lips, just as the flicking of her thumb
couldn't match the warmth of his tongue. What had once been a shy, guilty act
was quickly consuming her, which would have been understandable had she not
jumped forward so willingly.
"Naruto-kun…" his name fell from her lips, over the quickened breaths that now
filled her head with steam. Over the course of her life, it was amazing to
think how many ways she said that five letter word and in so many ways. Angry,
annoyed, spiteful, and most recently longingly, with relief and desire. And
now, feeling a tingle start at the base of her spine, desperate would be added
to that list.
"Narut-!"
The tension she'd been feeling wind around her fingers snapped and the small
noises she'd been keeping trapped by biting her lips down erupted into a full
moan that filled the otherwise quite bathroom.
Still open, the muscles lining her thighs clenched and quivered with a frantic
spasm, each a throng of pleasure as it raced through her body. Twitching
motions pulled her knees in the same direction, but the hand still buried in
her folds made it impossible to close her legs completely. Like this, her small
frame contorted and curled until the miniature seizer of pleasure passed.
For the next few minutes, the only thing Sakura managed to do was breath. The
sounds of her gasping filling the air tainted with the scent of her own arousal
mixed with that of her soap and shampoo. For those few seconds following her
release she managed to forget about Naruto, and Ino, and everything else
outside of her warm, clean space. But the fog had to clear eventually, and
unlike before, when coming down from her high there were no strong arms holding
her, no firm chest pressed against her face, just the cold wet floor and her
own tangle of limbs and hair.
Sakura didn't say anything, she didn't even bother thinking beyond simple motor
functions. After taking a moment to collect herself, she simply picked herself
up off the warm tile of her parent's bathroom and washed off the last of the
soap still clinging to her form. Nozzle wand in hand, the firm spray of water
carried the leftover suds over the hills and valleys of her feminine form
before pouring down her feet and towards the drain in the center of the room.
She went through the same methodical motions for her hair, tiredly applying the
shampoo and conditioner to the long strands of pink hair weighed down against
her back. What used to be a long, luxuriating process handled with love and
care was carried out with all the attention and concern of an automated
reaction. Since getting up, her hollow expression finally shifted as she moved
to step into the large tub still releasing wisps and tendrils of steam from its
surface.
Sinking down into the warm bath, she found the temperature was just a little
more than what could be called comfortable. She didn't move to change it,
however, simply allowing the heat to turn her skin an irritated shade of pink.
Dunked all the way up to her nose, the rest of her body remained lost under the
surface while her eyes stared ahead, frowning as much as the green orbs could
express.
What was left of her orgasm remained through small tremors and a pleasant
tingle in the tips of her toes and fingers. Despite having run and jumped and
fought for an entire afternoon with her squad, only now did she feel the
comfortable sore strain in her limbs that came after a powerful burst of
pleasure. It was a satisfying sensation and it was meant to calm her after
getting so worked up. Instead, all she felt was oddly hollow, as though
something was missing in her post-coital bliss.
That's why she hated giving into her own body. Because she knew, after her
pleasure, all it would do was make her miss Naruto even more. It made her feel
so weak, leaving a lingering sense of shame that she couldn't shake no matter
how much she tried to promise herself that it was the last time; because she
knew it wouldn't be. And as soon as she started to feel lonely her body would
start back up again responding to the only kind of love she had ever known.
A sigh passed through her lips, creating a small storm of bubbles that tickled
her nose. Underneath the water, one hand still cupped her sex, too sensitive to
play with really, but allowing her fingers to pet the folds was strangely
comforting. Lying back in her tub, she quickly decided that she had done enough
thinking over the past week.
Knees tucked up against the smaller tub the rest of her body lay submerged in
the uncomfortably warm water. And just like she'd decided, she allowed the
thoughts that had been plaguing her, good and bad, to dissolve; leaving her
mind pleasantly empty. She didn't move, didn't think, she just existed. When
even that sometimes felt like a chore, letting the sensation in her limbs turn
numb until even her body felt like it was someplace far away became habit.
Unfortunately, even in this relaxing atmosphere, her thoughts wouldn't stay
silent for long. And of course where else would they turn except towards
Naruto….
She returned to her earlier dilemma. Of how Naruto had ignored her today, or
whatever that expression had meant. And what she would do if he really had
reached that point already.
Ideas passed through her mind, some more ridiculous than others, such as trying
to entice him and lure him back into their familiar relationship of him chasing
after her while she kept him at arm's length. True, this result was what she
wanted…but she didn't want to lose him…entirely, and not this soon. After what
felt like half an hour soaking Sakura eventually came back to the most obvious
answer, talking to the blue eyed boy.
Her eyes cracked open, already frowning. The stress and worries had pushed the
young woman past her breaking point allowing her to feel slightly numb to it
all. Which actually seemed to help her, in a way. Like her body and mind, she
felt oddly detached from the situation. Instead of immediately shooting the
idea down she let it play out and imagined how such a confrontation would go.
She imagined her admittedly awkward attempt at appearing casual; which would
lead to Naruto's overexcited return; which would make her happy; but she
couldn't let him know she's happy; so she rolls her eyes instead… and then he
would talk to her… and she might try and talk back. That would continue until
she forgets that she's supposed to be ignoring him so he could move on to find
someone else. Then he invites her over to his house and she accepts without
thinking because he makes it so easy! Where she just makes everything difficult
and… and…
Tears were running down her face by this point, but she didn't move to wipe her
eyes, letting the small trickle drain into her now lukewarm bath. It hurt to
think about, but only because she knew it was true. She could hurt him all day
and night, and he would still take her back like she was the next great flavor
of ramen. A compliment she wouldn't have appreciated coming from anyone else.
That didn't subdue her fears, unfortunately. That he'll realize she isn't
nearly as great as he's imagined. That he'll find out Ino or any other girl
would no doubt treat him better. And the thought of losing him like that…
Sakura paused, feeling her brow draw up in an arch as she realized, even if he
did leave her, how could it make her feel worse than she already did…?
This had been the plan all along though hadn't it? Push him away, drive him
away so he doesn't leave her, then they'll both be happy…
A voice in the back of her mind asked the simple question, if this was what she
really wanted?
Silent for several long moments, it took her time to realize the difference
between what she thought was right, and what she wanted. They were supposed to
be the same thing, right? She was a good person. She's supposed to want what's
best for Naruto. But that wasn't true.
No matter how good she thought of herself, or even that she was, humans by
nature were selfish creatures. And it was time for her to confront that, even
if it ended in pain, even if Naruto was hurt by her decisions, a part of her
still wanted to try. So the question remained, did she care more about doing
what was right, than what she wanted?
"…no…"
Shaking her head, she swallowed as understanding washed over her. She'd been an
idiot, so afraid of what might happen that she couldn't even see
what was happening now. She wasn't losing Naruto for his own good, she was
pushing him away because of her own insecurities, and she didn't have anyone to
blame but herself. As usual. Was it really her place to decide what was best
for him? Hadn't he already made it plenty clear what he wanted?
Accepting that, she turned her thoughts inwards, peeling away the shroud her
mind had cast, the disguise of doing this for him that hid the truth of just
how weak and afraid she really was. However, that didn't mean she couldn't
change. It wasn't too late. She still had time to talk to Naruto, to fix this,
to make things right with him. After their next mission even!
It might hard but, even after dating him for a month and having sex with him
for so many days… she never really allowed herself to open up to him. The one
and only time she had, he listened to her, considered her thoughts and feelings
about her former best friend, and not only offered his thoughts on the matter,
he even offered to help!
He might be disappointed. He might decide she isn't worth chasing anymore. But…
the more she learned about Naruto, the more she was starting to realize that he
wasn't that type of person, which only made her guilt curdle even worse.
Naruto gave her everything, literally everything that he was and had. And that
had scared her to the point of giving up when she should have been fighting
harder than ever. So… what could she do to make it up to him?
Maybe… dinner? He was always the one who cooked for them when she was over;
maybe it would be a nice gesture. And she had been thinking about taking
advantage of this big empty house before Ino's stunt… They could talk. She
could explain why she freaked out. And maybe afterword's… in her bed this
time…just like when they first… made love.
Just thinking about it caused the girl's cheeks to erupt into color. And yet
even the water couldn't disguise the smile threatening to split her cheeks.
She felt honestly happy for the first time in a week. Tomorrow she would talk
to her squadmate. Tomorrow she would fix things. But today…
Sakura's joy tapered off as she realized how much time she had to get things
together. Her parents had left a small envelope of ryo for food while they were
gone but she hadn't had enough of an appetite to bother with more than a bowl
of cereal for most of her meals. Not to mention cleaning up. The trash had been
piling up higher than she liked and her room was a mess of old clothes.
Tomorrow needed to be perfect which meant for the rest of today she needed to
get busy.
Sitting up in the tub, Sakura was finally in her element setting out plans and
working towards a goal. The house could wait until tonight, but the shops would
be closing in a few hours. If she wanted to make what she was thinking
possible, then she would need to make a few stops. Rather than be put off by
this realization, the young woman felt invigorated. A refreshing change to the
zombie she'd been. Without another word she stepped out of the bath reaching
for a towel to dry the water clinging to her naked body. In a matter of
minutes, she threw on an outfit and was out the door towards the market.
Naruto might be disappointed when he found out she wasn't anywhere nearly as
perfect as he imagined. But that didn't mean she was going to let herself fall
even further from what he believed her to be.
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Meats and vegetables could be seen straining against the plastic bags hanging
from each hand. Even still she smiled, feeling accomplished at getting so much
done so quickly. She still had to grab a bag of flour from the grain stall, of
course. As well as make a quick stop at the local library for a book on
homemade noodles, but after a week of shuffling around, she now felt full of
energy, ready and raring to go.
Well, kind of.
Hunger clawed at her belly, sharp enough to draw a short groan as she stood in
the middle of the road. Her lack of an appetite was coming back with a
vengeance and eager to make up for lost time. But she had too much to do to
bother whipping anything up herself before leaving to run her errands. Suddenly
the idea of dango came to mind, no doubt summoned by the sweet scent suddenly
sharpening the twisting knot in her guts. Maybe it was time for a break…
The sun was high in the sky overhead, shining as a constant reminder of
summertime in fire country. The crowd around her was just as afflicted by the
state, hugging the walls of stalls where small shelves offered cool shadows and
shade served to protect them. Sakura joined the small cluster already gathered
around a small family owned shop and made her purchase from the same old woman
who'd stood behind the counter since she was a little girl. Soon she was able
to rest her bags against the ground as she sat on one of the benches outside.
A plate of eight sugary dumplings greeted her, skewered on two sticks covered
in a honeyed glaze. In her other hand, she cradled a small glass of delicious,
chilled Jasmine tea. The sweat from her errands could be felt dripping down her
slender neck, which only made the sensation of the cold drink against her lips
that much more refreshing. She licked the remaining drops away with a sigh
before carefully biting into the first of her treats.
It was sweet, which Sakura loved. Another childish trait she couldn't seem to
lose. But chewing the gummy, squishy food the young woman let this sign of
immaturity slip through, reveling in the delight that shone through her grin.
Cold tea and dango on a hot afternoon, nothing was better. And soon the pink
haired girl was finishing the last of her meal, throwing back the last of her
tea with a satisfied sigh.
She didn't get up right away, placing the plate beside her as people of the
village continued by on their way and living their lives. She let her meal
digest for a bit, taking comfort in the low shadows that staved off the evening
heat.
Sakura loved her village. She really did. In moments like these when she was
allowed to watch the undeniable life that thrived in the high domed walls and
cliff face, it was a reminder of everything the ninja before her generation had
strived to protect, and how she would be doing the same as soon as she was
strong enough to take up the burden. Enjoying the smiles and laughter filling
the air, some of the people even waved in her direction recognizing the iconic
pink hair of her father. Having known many of these people all her life, she
gladly returned the gesture basking in the peace she'd been unable to enjoy
only hours prior.
More friends of her family happened by, and Sakura greeted them accordingly.
Yes her parents were out of town. No, she didn't need anything. They would need
to get together for dinner one of these days. Yes, she was still a ninja.
Enjoying the same exchanges several times over, a flash of yellow in the
otherwise brown and bland mass easily caught her notice. Only for her eyes to
widen at the sight of none other than one Ino Yamanaka.
The adults in front of her continued to babble, having no idea their words went
completely unheard. Sakura hadn't seen the other girl since she'd dragged her
out of Naruto's apartment, although, she had wondered if the blonde had felt
any guilt over the fact that she'd effectively ruined someone's relationship.
However, watching the young woman's positively beaming grin and sparkling gaze,
Sakura was able to sense precisely how much guilt the other girl had been
carrying. Her joyful expression dropped.
Idly, she realized the people she'd been talking to make some excuse to leave,
and she did her best to return their farewells. But really, her attention
remained on the golden ponytail whipping in the breeze.
Her back was facing her, occasionally turning to show off her perfect face and
even more perfect figure. She looked like she was talking to someone, but
Sakura couldn't see who. Instead, she took advantage of this rare opportunity
to reflect on the girl who had once been her best friend.
Well, that didn't quite properly describe how their relationship had been.
Sisters seemed more accurate, even if she had been taken the 'younger' role. A
somewhat morose smile came to life as she looked back, recalling how her
younger self had practically glued herself to the more confident girl, looking
up to her in awe; solely for the fact that she never seemed to be afraid of
anything.
As opposed to herself who couldn't even make friends without getting bullied
for her oversized forehead. She'd grown into it eventually… mostly, but as a
child all of her proportions seemed to be exaggerated, that part especially.
Old insecurities were hard to put to rest, unfortunately. And even now she
couldn't help but style her bangs with added care each morning. And even that
had remained from advice given from the other girl.
Hair, clothes, flirting, just about everything that meant being a girl, Ino had
to excel at. It's hard not to get a complex when you have that to compare
yourself to. She knew that she'd developed a few. And in the end, that, more
than anything else, had been what eventually drove them apart.
It was… weird to think she'd been talking about making up with the girl only a
week prior. Of course, that had been before Ino had gone and shown just how out
of her mind she really was. Still, relationships like that were hard to walk
away from completely, and in her heart, she could feel lingering emotions of
unresolved… everything.
They would never be friends again. Not after what she did to her. But… maybe
after she resolved things with Naruto and they fixed what the blonde had
broken… Sakura could approach the girl and let her know that she forgave her.
She didn't understand why she would do something so objectively wrong, but so
long as she was able to return to her happiness with Naruto nothing else
mattered anymore.
The thought made her smile and left her chest warm. It was the right thing to
do. The mature thing to do. And they were ninja now, which meant it was time
for them to stop acting like children. Soon enough the village was going to be
relying on them to take up the responsibility of their teachers and… and…
And whatever line of thought she'd been following was destroyed the moment she
watched Ino exit the store she'd been in, followed immediately by Naruto.
Or she could kill her. Yes. That was it. She could kill her and finally free
herself from the blonde girl whose life's mission seemed to center around
ruining her life. The cup in her hand shattered and she moved to follow through
with just that…
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And there it is, chapter 7. I hope people enjoyed a bit more naked ninjas, a
staple for any reader's diet. If you liked what you saw and want to see more, I
would really appreciate you taking the time to leave a review. I don't demand
it, but everyone I see makes my day a little brighter. Thanks and happy
holidays.
***** chapter 8 *****
A/N: Sooo, kinda just forgot to post last months chapter and didn’t realize
until I was about to post chapter nine. My bad? Lol ah, enjoy two updates at
once if you don’t read over at FF.
MERRY CHRISMAS!!! And happy holidays to everyone. Yes, it’s the day to spend
time with your family, open presents and celebrate the fact that the United
States has yet to collapse on itself. But, hey, what else is 2018 for? In all
seriousness, its been a crazy time and writing this story has been some of best
parts of it. Here’s to another year of fanfiction. *raises mug of Coco* now,
hurry up and read this smut and get back to your families. I know I need to get
to mine. Without any further ado, *bows*.
Tag(s): make out, groping, light petting, public setting.
Girl(s): Ino
Words: 16,029
Beta: Lordsofembercelica
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                                   Chapter 8
For what must have been the hundredth time Ino checked her reflection, having
twisted and turned every way imaginable and then some to make sure everything
was perfect. Once she was sure it was, she smoothed the front of her light
summer dress once again, running her hands over her flat trim stomach despite
already knowing there were no wrinkles to be found.
The simple yet breezy summer dress had cost a month's allowance, but she loved
the form-fitting material. It was slightly tight around her chest thanks to
being a size too small, but the tradeoff for how it squeezed the sides and
bottoms of her breasts together while pushing them up was well worth it, same
with the way it hugged the top swell of her hips.
It was pricy, it restricted her breathing just a little, and she would have to
be careful when and where she jumped, not to mention the price of her mother's
disapproving glance as she'd stepped out the door not even ten minutes ago,
but, it was worth it. She'd managed to slip out before the older woman could
stop her, thankfully, but knew she'd be getting an earful as soon as she got
back home.
Not that she would hear anything new…
"Ino, a young lady doesn't need to wear such clothing."
"Ino, don't you think you should put on a sweater?"
"Ino, please remember that you are a representation of your clan, as heiress
how you behave will reflect on the Yamanaka as a whole."
And her personal favorite from last week, "Ino… just… go change, please."
She'd heard it her whole life, but it was becoming more and more frequent with
each passing year to the point it was almost impossible to imagine just how
different she was from her mother. The kind, albeit traditional woman her daddy
had fallen in love with had a preference for kimonos and folded hair, so it was
no mystery why her daughter's choice of clothing that was common among older
kunoichi would cause her so much distress. It was almost as though she was even
more worried about the clan's appearance than her husband, all the while
forgetting just what their line of work entailed. Regardless, the young woman
had never allowed her mother's fretting to get in the way of how she lived or
the choices she made. Life was short after all and she planned to enjoy it to
the fullest.
Smirking at her reflection, she allowed her hands to pause at her hips while
she admired herself. The tight upper half was a light shade of purple that
could almost pass for a dark blue, playing beautifully against her eyes.
While not quite as noticeable as the Hyūga clan, she was well aware of how the
eyes of the Yamanaka tended to stand out, so she always made sure to avoid
wearing anything that was light colored. It was almost funny, wearing white or
any light colored tended to make them seem unusual, while darker colors gave
them an unmistakably seductive appearance.
A much darker royal purple cloth belt cinched the waist, further showing off
the curves she was so proud of while the thin straps displayed a fair amount of
her slender neck and collar. The neckline was modest enough surprisingly, but
the thin stretchy material molded to her curves to show clear definition of the
rounded mounds budding from her chest. It might have been expensive, but love
is war, and in war your weapons were the most crucial factor in deciding
victory or defeat.
Waiting for Naruto outside one of her usual clothing stalls; she'd long since
memorized his daily path home from the Hokage tower. So far her strategy of
'accidentally' bumping into him hadn't been very successful, but she'd
discovered that he locked his windows and she never had paid too much attention
when they taught lock picking in the academy. Likewise draping her naked body
across his bed to greet him as he entered or when he woke might have been very
tempting, but she wasn't quite that desperate.
Not yet anyways.
She admired herself for another few seconds, winking, flashing her smile,
checking the tie holding her ponytail, and anything else she could think of
practicing for when her second favorite blond happened by, only for something
else to catch her attention. Namely, two pairs of eyes quite obviously trained
on her inviting attire.
Just standing there, she was more than aware of the passing glances of boys and
men alike as they walked by. But that's all they'd been, passing by with most
lacking the confidence or position to approach her for one reason or another.
She'd ignored them for the most part, more than used to that kind of thing.
After all, she dressed and behaved the way she did for a reason, and though she
may not have an oversized forehead she was neither stupid nor was she blind.
These two, however, appeared particularly taken, and even seemed to be working
up the courage to approach her. Ino thought about it for a moment before
turning to meet their gaze.
The two young men looked at her from the corner of the road, grinning at each
other and no doubt commenting on what they saw amongst themselves. Casting them
an idle glance, she could see they were both reasonably attractive, at least
enough to usually get away with such overt ogling with favorable results. Both
had soft brown hair and figures that would be considered quite muscular for
civilians, so it was easy to see why they were confident. Of course, once they
saw they had her attention it only fueled their already over-inflated egos. The
duo offered the idle young woman a wave and a grin; casting their lures out so
to speak in an all too familiar song and dance.
She thought about it before returning the gesture, barely lifting her arm to
wiggle her fingers in their direction. Even that small return was enough to
garner a reaction, their already bright smiles widening until it threatened to
break their dimpled cheeks. One took a step in her direction only for the other
to pull his friend back and steal the lead. Soon their attention was on each
other and she could see they were about to argue over just who she'd been
greeting. When their eyes turned from her to each other, in a blink the ground
where the young kunoichi had been standing suddenly became vacant as she
quickly slipped into the crowd without leaving so much as a cloud of dust in
her wake.
Whatever words they shared between themselves were brief as they decided to
cross the busy street and see just which of them the girl preferred. But when
they looked back, the young men stood and merely blinked in the middle of the
road as they saw she was nowhere to be found. Each could be seen desperately
peering over the substantial flow of people all the while Ino watched them from
above, a playful smirk belying the devil underneath her heavenly exterior.
That had been fun, but unfortunately for them; it was all Ino wanted from a
pair like those two. Attractive enough to be sure, Ino knew a number of guys
like that, and if she were being honest she would admit to having enjoyed that
kind of attention at one point in her life. In fact, a week ago she might have
welcomed it, talking and flirting with both while they fought over who could
impress her more. She might have even tried to get a free outfit and meal out
of the afternoon. Yet, attractive as they had been, and as enamored with her as
they were, she still found a distinct lack of interest dulling whatever thrill
might have existed before.
Curious, but not something she was overly interested in exploring.
To put it simply, they were boring. Their interest in her was shallow, and
while it was appreciated Ino already knew she was beautiful. Nowadays, she had
attention of a more substantial sort in mind, one that saw more than just her
breasts, hips or clan.
Finding a new corner further down the same street, Ino came to a stop, her eyes
scanning the crowd for the familiar bright colors she'd come to appreciate.
Okay, well, no, she still hated how he dressed both personally and as a
shinobi, but at least that damned jumpsuit made it easy to pick him out of a
crowd, and that was something she cared about. Unfortunately, her search
yielded no results, forcing her to sigh as she waited for him.
She could still remember it; how it felt being held in his arms, the warmth
that spread throughout her body just from the look in his eyes. Not from sexual
pleasure, although there had been plenty of that too, but rather it was the
caring nurturing intimacy that rendered guys like the ones she'd just blown off
as hardly more than a blip on her radar now.
Ino's eyes slightly glazed over and a hot blush bloomed beneath her cheeks as
she again gazed into the crowd. Her arms instinctively reached up to hug
herself in a pale imitation of Naruto's firm grip. A wide smile managed to
stretch its way across her face, creating the image of a young woman who'd
found the height of joy and happiness.
That was what she wanted, that was what she was looking for. Someone who looked
at her like Naruto did towards Sakura, like he would look at her as soon as she
managed to steal his attention and affections. Guys who only looked at her body
and who only cared about her beauty were a dime a dozen, she would know
considering she'd been dealing with them since puberty struck. Compare that to
Naruto, who seemed intent on actively ignoring her figure despite her best
attempts, and it was clear her future boyfriend was a whole different tier of
man. She was still smiling as a fluttering sigh passed through her lips.
Of course, that's not to say he wasn't interested entirely. If that were the
case the blonde had some bad news for Sakura. Oh no, she was sure he could see
what she was offering and was as tempted as any other male would have been in
his shoes. What set him apart was he didn't let that control him or influence
his decisions. He didn't allow her apparent beauty to distract him from his
feelings for her rival. Staying true to his heart, he only took the occasional
appreciative peek when he thought she wasn't looking or wouldn't notice.
Could he be any more adorable?!
She didn't let his rejection of her for Sakura discourage her, however. In
fact, it made her want him all the more because it showed just how loyal he was
to those he loved. That, and it would make the day shebecame the person in his
heart that much more sweet because of it.
It was funny thinking about it, how she would pass up on boys and men who would
worship her while chasing after those like Sasuke and Naruto who ignored her or
rejected her. If she didn't know any better she would have thought she was the
kind of girl who wanted what she couldn't have.
Which obviously was not true! How could it be when something like that simply
didn't exist?
Far from stupid, Ino was a straightforward girl who rarely allowed
complications to impact her life. If she wanted something, she worked to get
it. If she was unhappy, she did whatever she could to rectify the problem. And
if she liked a boy, she went after him, his own feelings or relationship status
be damned! Unlike Naruto, she wholeheartedly embraced the emotions she had
discovered that day and allowed the warm glow in her chest that was summoned
just by the thought of the older blond to suffuse her entire being with a light
and fluffy sensation.
He made her happy, as well as annoyed and exasperated but mostly happy. The
tender emotions she'd experienced for the first time in his arms that night
hadn't lessened in the least. In fact, they might have even grown in the
contrast of how….cold she felt in his absence. She knew what it was like to be
loved now, and much like Naruto, returning to her old life after understanding
what she had been missing was a prospect she would neither allow nor entertain.
She was beautiful, funny, and had both the fashion sense and clan backing to
attract any young man with so much as a hint of interest in the opposite sex.
Throw in graduating with one of the highest marks in history for the seduction
course in the academy and she considered it only a matter of time before the
poor boy gave in. She was going to make him forget the name Sakura Haruno had
ever existed.
And that was a promise.
A slow smirk quickly overtook the discouraged expression from her cheeks with
newfound determination taking root. And as if summoned by her willpower alone,
the girl's daydreaming daze was finally cut short as the rare sight of spiky
blond hair bobbing up and down in the crowd below was caught out of the corner
of her eye.
Snapping to attention, her eyes hardened and a smirk stretched as though she
were about to set off on a mission. For what else could she call this than the
mission of her very life?
She started and matched his direction and pace, allowing her steps to fall
casually as her face settled into a carefree grin. Humming to herself, she made
sure to keep her eyes open for his brightly colored attire, catching glimpses
of his shorter frame over the heads of children and between shoulders of adults
shuffling by. Mentally counting each step, her timing landed with eerie
perfection as she managed to 'accidentally' trip, only to find her shoulder
landing against another's solid frame. She opened her eyes after swooning
dramatically, her expression the picture of innocence as she smiled up at the
shocked expression of one Uzumaki Naruto.
He reacted on instinct; large hands outstretched to settle behind her lower
back and shoulders to stop her from hitting the ground. Her own arms had swung
wide as soon as her center of gravity shifted, allowing her to 'catch herself'
against his shoulders, and then quickly adjusted to palm the thick cords of his
neck. Settling against his chest, her own jutted forward against him for
maximum effect. It wasn't the most graceful tumble, and she could already feel
the odd glances and knowing smirks of those watching her little show, but the
only reaction she cared about was Naruto's.
"Clumsy me!" she gasped in mock horror, staring up at his wide-eyed surprise.
"I'm so sorry about that. But thank goodness you were there to catch me in my
time of need!" Despite her apology, the young woman made no move to peel
herself from his person. In fact, she pulled him even closer, using her
leverage on his neck until she was back on her feet. Her eyelashes fluttered in
a blatant display as they stood face to face while Naruto finally managed to
collect himself enough to realize what had happened.
"If he thinks he can push me away this time he has another thing coming," Ino
internally smirked, her fingers interlocked behind his neck just to be sure
while one finger playfully toyed with a lock of blond hair above his nape.
Waiting for him to distance himself as he always did, the young woman was
surprised to find him making no such gesture.
To her disappointment he didn't hold her closer either, but still it was
something. Instead, his hands naturally fell from her back to her hips, a fact
that allowed her bursting smile to shift naturally as she gazed at him in
surprised delight.
Naruto's attention was a bit more muted than it had been previously, she noted.
He still appeared nervous and anxious, but his expression turned towards
something Ino had never seen before in her direction.
Curiosity.
Through squinted eyes, he returned her gaze almost as though he was trying to
figure something out or make sense of some riddle he'd just been told. The
sudden appraisal was enough to send her heart fluttering and yet she did
nothing to stop or dissuade him. If he wanted to look at her, she was more than
happy to let him.
"You… ‘re kind of weird, huh?" he asked. Though he'd already made that
observation back in the academy, this was the first time he had ever voiced it.
Not expecting that to come about from his impromptu inspection, Ino faulted for
a moment but rebounded with shocking swiftness by letting a delighted giggle
chime from her lips.
"I suppose that's one way to compliment a lady," she winked, brushing off the
questionable comment and pushing this unexpected opportunity forward.
"Although, for future reference you should know that beautiful, incredible, and
jaw-droppingly arousing also work." She'd tried to come off as playful and
suggestive, but Naruto's face just tilted to the side questioningly.
A slow drop of sweat started on her brow.
"Why do you keep doing this every day?" he asked bluntly. "Like, you know I
know that wasn't really an accident, right? I just…don't get you." Blinking,
Ino silently realized this was the most he'd voluntarily spoken to her in the
entire week that she'd been chasing him. So, rather than being put off by his
dull inquires, she was only too happy to answer, her smile returning as she
went through the obvious explanation.
"It's for our story!" she chirped, purposefully oblivious to the vacant stare
her response was given. She continued to smile through three slow blinks before
sighing like the answer would have been obvious to anyone else. "Our story…?"
she repeated, "as in, how we got together? I mean, duh, years from now people
are going to ask how we fell madly in love, and what makes for a better love
story than two random souls colliding in this wide open world, only to feel
their hearts connect in a wild explosion of passion!?" Her nostrils flared with
emotion as she held up a righteous fist. "It's a fated encounter, the ultimate
proof of true love! All the best romance novels start that way."
Meanwhile, Naruto just stared at her, silently wondering if it was too late to
back out of this and how he could get away if it wasn't. "Random… fate?" he
tried to sound her reason out as though it would suddenly make sense if he did.
After a few seconds, he continued, "I don't think that makes sense." Ino's
response was fast and sharp as a thrown kunai.
"It doesn't need to make sense, it's romantic!" Naruto would just need to take
her word for it.
Ino's glare simmered into a frown as she regarded the boy in front of her.
Usually by this point he was either trying to get by her, or just ignoring her
completely. She supposed in light of his current amicable behavior she could
forgive his complete lack of romantic taste, for now at least. Instead, she
decided to find out just what had gotten him into such a receptive mood.
"You're unusually talkative today," she noted before her smile slowly evolved
into a smirk as she gestured towards herself in a flaunting motion. "Let me
guess, you've finally given up resisting my charms and are here to take me on
the date of my dreams," she titillated with a playful wink.
She was giving it her all, though trying to not be too forward or pushy given
his previous rejections. In her years of chasing after Sasuke she had learned
never to try the same approach twice. She was nothing if not adaptive to the
situation. That being said, she was readying her pout for when he turned her
down. Instead, Naruto's nervous expression returned, earning a wide-eyed
backtrack from the blonde girl.
"Wait, for real?!" her playful tone screeched to a halt. "Yes! The dress was
soooo worth it!" she internally squealed for joy! "I-I mean, of course you've
given in! No one can resist Ino Yamanaka," she pounced on the opening with a
quick laugh that only slightly missed the mark.
Oh god, why was she so nervous all of the sudden? If Naruto noticed the shift
in her behavior, he was better at hiding his feelings than she was, dealing
with his own uncomfortable blush. She didn't even notice as the hand she had
previously held up in a fist was now twirling the end of her long ponytail. For
most girls it was a way to tease and flirt, but for her it had always been a
nervous tic, one she had worked hard to break since she was little.
"I just think, you know, maybe it wouldn't hurt to get to know you a little
better?" He shuffled his feet and didn't look her in the eye as he continued.
"All I really know about you is that used to be friends with Sakura-chan and
that you're kinda of crazy…" A tick formed on the girl's forehead at that
comment, although she did her best to suppress the urge to lash out at him.
She did have to take how he'd met her into account after all…and even she had
to admit that day had quickly spiraled out of her control. Still, that just
meant she needed to show him the real, perfectly reasonable and mentally sound
young woman everyone knew her to be.
Somewhere in the village, a lazy young man shivered, feeling an ominous shift
in the breeze.
 "Then that just means you don't know me at all," she refuted and bit her
tongue to stop herself from calling him 'Naruto-kun' recalling how he reacted
whenever she had in the past week. Her grip shifted from his neck, releasing
him just long enough for her figure to move to his side in favor of facing him.
A change Naruto appreciated if the sudden relaxation in his posture was
anything to go by. Playing cautiously by his reactions and pulling everything
she had learned and observed about him so far together, she took a moment to
glance him over from the corner of her vision.
His face still belied a hint of unease as he looked in her direction, but he
didn't look ready to bolt. Seduction was a technique in of itself, same as
assassination; it just had a different method system. She had spent plenty of
time studying and observing her target, and she had finally just managed to get
him to let her in under his guard. Now came the most difficult and important
step, using the opportunity to instill desire. She had no doubts in her mind or
heart that he was the one she loved, she just needed him to realize the same
thing. So, while Ino remained the perfect picture of a blissful young woman
sliding her cheek against his shoulder, another delightful laugh filled the air
as her grip bared down.
"So, what did you have in mind?" she asked. In answer, Naruto just stared at
her, slowly realizing that he hadn't actually thought this far ahead.
A fraction of Ino's excitement disappeared and was replaced by disappointment,
but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared. She was the one chasing him
after all, and she had gone into this expecting to do most of the work.
Besides, there were certain advantages to this she could work into her favor.
"You said you wanted to learn more about me, right?" she asked, making sure
none of her earlier disappointment showed. Naruto slowly nodded his head, one
eyebrow raised cautiously. "Then how about you let me pick where we go first?
It's a little late for lunch, but it shouldn't be too long before we can go
somewhere for dinner. We could just wonder around, maybe look at some stores. I
have a few in mind that might be interesting?" she offered, looking up at him
with a small innocent smile.
There was something… conspiratorial in that comment, but Naruto didn't exactly
have anything better to offer. He nodded his head while still trying not to
focus on the sensation of her breast against his arm. Although… he would be
lying if he tried to say they weren't nice. The arm wrapped in Ino's slowly
relaxed only to be yanked forward as she pulled him into the flow of people
walking towards the village's center.
"Great! I have just the thing in mind," she said quickly before he could change
his mind. A boy that was willing to go shopping with her? Um, yes, please! She
let her eyes glance towards his bright orange jacket one more time with a
narrowed glare of hate.
Although Naruto didn't even notice, completely oblivious in his naturally
trusting nature.
He regretted everything.
"Give it."
"No!"
"Giiive it."
"Never!"
"God damn it, Naruto! Just give me your freaking jacket already!"
A clothing story. That was where she'd thought it would be a good idea to bring
them. Of all places, why did it have to be clothes shopping? Why did it have to
be this? Currently he was backed up against a wall of shopping bags, corned
after being literally chased around the small showroom floor. Ino approached
him like she would a skittish animal, hands outstretched and each step
measuring the tight coil of his muscles prepared to take flight. The only thing
more terrifying was the veritable mountain of clothes she had put together in
the few minute's he'd been unaware of her plot.
"Why!?" he demanded, skittering back and forth along the wall while looking for
any kind of gap in the girl's defense to escape. There wasn't one. "What's
wrong with my jacket?! I don't need new clothes!" Ino didn't bother suppressing
a sharp scoff.
"Seriously?" she demanded, pausing for a moment to rest her hands on her hips.
Well, if he insisted.
"Naruto, that… thing you call a jacket should have been thrown out three years
ago! Just look at it!" He did, but only managed to see what he always saw. A
really awesome jacket!
Seeing that he'd completely missed her point, Ino continued, "You know what?
Fine. If you really can't see it…" she proceeded to use the opening to swallow
the final distance between them, grabbing the struggling young man with
surprising strength before using one of the techniques she had hoped to save
for a more…private occasion to quickly and effortlessly remove the old jacket
in a matter of seconds, literally pinning the boy in place with one foot while
holding it above her head and out of his reach.
With her free hand, she held out one of its tattered sleeves for all the world
to see. "Just look at this thing!" she demanded. Naruto's outstretched arms and
cries calmed as he did just that, glaring the entire time. "Naruto, seriously,
and I mean this, seriously, how many times have you had to sew this thing up?"
she merely gestured to a long line of amateur patch jobs and tears fixed with
mismatched thread and what she suspected to be dental floss.
Looking up at her, he sat on the floor with his arms crossed like a petulant
child.
"So what?" he demanded, eyes squinting in defiance. "Doesn't mean it's not a
great jacket!" Even if it was more patch than original fabric at this point.
She rolled her eyes.
"And the smell?" she challenged. Naruto might not have been the cleanest young
man until recently but he still knew better than to go too long without doing
the laundry. The problem was, soak fabric in body odor and sweat for long
enough and it will start to reek no matter how many times it went through the
machine. Ino had to force back a gag just from holding it, sweat and mold all
mixed into one wafting against her delicate senses.
"The smell of hard work and determination, you mean!" he corrected. He'd worn
that jacket almost his entire life! He'd trained in that jacket! Bleed in that
jacket! And now this girl just wanted him to throw it away because it might
have turned a little sour?
Almost as though she could hear his every thought, Ino's patience began running
lower by the minute.
"Fine! If that's the way you want it, how about the fact that your clothes
hardly even fit anymore!" Her finger jutted out dramatically, the tip aimed
towards the exposed skin of his ankles and lower shins. This time it was his
turn to flinch back, immediately moving to yank the legs of his pants to cover
the gap.
She… wasn't wrong. When he'd first gotten his familiar orange outfit it had
been laughably large on his ten year old self. But… that had been five years
ago. And he’d grown quite a bit since then. Even if he'd learned how to patch
holes and tears he couldn't exactly make it bigger than it already was. The
older he got, the more of his arms and legs would stick out the ends. The fact
that he would need to discard the beloved outfit at some point was obvious,
but, maybe that was why he was fighting his date so hard on this matter. Maybe…
he'd just hoped to put it off a little bit longer.
"I-I can still manage another month!" he swore, but even as he said that all he
had to do was look down and let go of the fabric he'd been trying to stretch.
It naturally popped back into place, only proving the blonde's point even more.
Rather than answer, Ino just needed to wait for him to realize the truth,
eventually letting his head fall to his chest. She clapped her hands with a
bright grin at seeing his surrender.
"Well that settles it! Leave it to me, there's no one with a better sense of
fashion in the entire village. You already have a great foundation; tan
complexion, blond hair, not to mention a great frame," she lingered on that
last bit, giggling, "all we need is to find the right way to accent and
compliment what you already have. Leave it to me and you'll be more handsome
than even Sasuke!" That, at least, got his attention.
He didn't jump up, and he didn't smile. He did, however, allow his head to lift
and glance towards the knowing grin set against Ino's elvish features. His eyes
narrowed grudgingly. "Better than Sasuke?" he repeated. Ino's grin only widened
before she nodded her head quickly.
"Way more," her honey sweet voice promised. "Way, way more." Naruto's
expression flinched.
"And… and, it'll still be orange!?" He moved to stand up, getting deliciously
close to the girl pinned under his gaze.
"Ummm," she paused, suddenly avoiding his blue eyes. "I suppose it won't hurt
for one outfit to have some orange."
Naruto's expression shifted at the drop of a hat.
"What's wrong with orange!? Orange is an awesome color!"
Now meeting his gaze, though indirectly she motioned with one hand towards his
jacket, then to his pants. "In moderation, sure, but too much of any color
ruins an outfit, especially when it's that…bright," she offered, catching
herself before saying anything otherwise insulting. Having just made some
ground with him she didn't want to throw it away.
"B-but what about you! Everything you wear is purple!" In his mind the argument
was valid, especially since in the last week he had seen her in nearly a dozen
different outfits, ranging from sensual to scandalous, but the one thing they
all had in common was coming in some shade of purple.
Ino waved his argument off with a shrug. "Well obviously purple is the best
color, so that doesn't count. Besides, I told you, you can still have one that
has…some orange, so don't worry about it."
"Huh?" he blinked. "Why would anyone need more than one outfit?" He might as
well have just stabbed her in the back right then and there. "Um, are you
okay?" he felt the need to ask, seeing Ino's stricken expression. She simply
shook her head, wiping away a mock tear as she held a hand above her breast.
"I have so much to teach you," was her ominous reply. This time it was Naruto's
turn to be afraid, so in true Naruto fashion he dealt with it the way he always
did.
By digging himself an even deeper grave.
"But, why? You wear the same clothes every day."
"I do not!" were it not for the sincere expression on his face she would have
decked him where he stood for such an insult. She worked hard, and spent a lot
of time putting her outfits together, and had done so for years. Which is why
not a moment after her bitter retort she found herself so thoroughly confused,
at least until he opened his mouth again.
"Yeah you do! You've been wearing the same thing since the last year of the
academy!" He might not have paid much attention to her, but even back then he
hadn't entirely ignored her all the time…Sakura did miss a few days here and
there when she was sick after all.
Running his words over and over looking for something, anything other than what
was beyond painfully obvious, she finally gave up when she realized that yes,
Naruto, the man she loved, was indeed that stupid.
"...the same OUTFIT you idiot, not the same CLOTHES! I have five matching pairs
of that top and skirt!"
"Wait, what?" Naruto's mind came to an abrupt halt as he processed what she had
just said. He could understand having half a dozen pair of underwear, and
undershirts were actually pretty useful for a lot of things, but… "Why would
you waste money buying the same clothes?"
An image of Ino painted on a mirror shattered at hearing such a question.
"BECAUSE I LIKE THAT OUTFIT! There's nothing wrong with having a style or
outfit you prefer or stick to, but that doesn't mean you only have ONE of it!
Do you seriously think Sasuke wears the same blue shirt and white shorts every
day!?"
It was inconceivable, impossible to understand from her standpoint, how someone
could actually believe that anyone literally wore the same thing day in and day
out. Jackets and coats were something of an exception true, but Naruto had
several pairs of the same horrid orange pants that he picked up from some
bargain bin sale…at least she hoped he got them from a bargain bin and didn't
pay full price.
True to her word, Ino took advantage of Naruto's brief lapse in will, and
immediately moved to hand him one of the hundred or so outfits she'd picked
out, and then pointed him in the direction of a changing room.
He went inside grumbling the entire way. Just as he went back grumbling after
he came out and she gave him another outfit to try on, and another, and
another.
It wasn't long before he found himself falling into a cycle of stripping,
putting on whatever Ino had picked out for him then walking out to be judged
like some kind of show dog. Sometimes it would be met with approval, usually in
the form of some over the top swoon, others he barely made it outside the stall
before he was met with a stark frown and thumbs down from his date. Regardless
of the outcome, he always found a new set placed in his arms before being given
a firm shove to his back as he was forced back into the cramped cubical.
A tired sigh fell from Naruto's lips after what must have been the thousandth
set of shirt and pants Ino had forced him to try on. Though tiny, even compared
to his apartment, it did have a full length mirror set against the side wall
where he looked at himself to try and see what the big deal was.
He currently found himself in a getup distantly lacking his favorite color.
Although, as far as something without orange went he supposed it was alright.
The simple shirt that cost way more than clothes had any right to. Dark blue
and made from material that was thinner than his tee-shirts, hugging his chest
and shoulders in way that made him want to itch, the entire thing lacked the
usual comfort of his loose and worn outfit. The collar bothered him especially,
dipping down in a V rather than the normal semicircle, allowing glimpses of his
collarbone and muscled pecs.
The pants were much looser, thankfully, although he couldn't help but feel they
hugged his ass something awful. He would have sworn they were a size too small,
if not for the perfect length and easier fit of the legs than what he normally
wore. He wasn't too fond of the button down pockets in place of the zippers and
snaps his old pants had, though he did appreciate the belt loops stitched
directly into the legs at the thigh and knee. Considering the fact he currently
had to wad bandages between his leg and pouch to keep it in place, it was an
improvement.
Still, trying to keep track of what Ino actually liked or not was beyond him by
this point, so the blond just shrugged at his reflection before turning to face
the next round of Ino's gauntlet. At least until when he opened the door and
saw her standing there… holding a dress.
Okay, it might be time to draw the line now.
"Ino if you try and put me in that, I think I'm just gonna call it a day."
Looking up from the flowery, flowing garb Ino just blinked before amusedly
rolling her eyes.
"Ha-ha," was her sarcastic response before throwing the dress on a nearby
bench. Naruto was taken aback seeing that she'd changed while he was inside.
The new dress wasn't that much different from what she had been wearing, except
that the color, which was white and the collar looped up in a more conservative
neck line. Against her pupiless blue eyes and blonde hair it had a pure effect
that was almost enough to make Naruto forget about the girl underneath. Then,
she told him the best thing he'd heard all day.
"You can relax now," she waved a pitying gesture in his direction, adding "no
more clothes." She held up another dress against her body, grinning as though
it were Christmas morning. "Well, for you at least." The obnoxious gasp of
relief that followed was enough to earn him a dirty look from his date, though
Ino just sighed at the over the top display instead.
And people called her dramatic.
"Here you go, just as promised" Naruto's excitement paused intermittently as
something brightly colored was thrown in his direction. Catching it midair, he
held up another shirt by its collar, only to cheer at seeing a shirt colored
almost entirely in bright orange. Ino put on a regretful expression as soon as
she watched him put it on. "Let no one say I'm not a woman of my word." But
Naruto wasn't even listening.
This new shirt was short sleeved with a line of black buttons running down the
center. Shoving his arms through, he left the front open to show the darker
shirt underneath. That simple addition appeared to make all the difference as
the young man turned and fluffed the flaps for effect. Ino couldn't help but
smile at the obvious joy. Hopefully he would enjoy this next part just as much.
"See?" she offered, smiling as she moved in close to smooth the wrinkles along
his shoulder and chest. "I told you I do good work." And boy did she, even with
that god awful over shirt he still managed to cut an impressive figure. Just
goes to show what can happen when you toss aside shapeless, undersized garbage.
Naruto just laughed trying to imagine everyone's faces when he was the coolest
guy in the room while Ino's eyes twinkled at seeing him turn for a moment,
revealing the dark purple Konohagakure insignia emblazoned across the back.
Oblivious to the world around him, he didn't even notice when the girl led him
to the bench she'd been sitting on to watch his little runway show. Not until
he was being pushed down and felt his butt against the cushion. Looking up, his
eyes squinted in confusion to which Ino just giggled in delight.
"Like I said, no more clothes for you, it's my turn model while you get to pick
some outfits for me," she winked. He then had to watch as she grabbed two
armfuls of various skirts, tops and dresses with practiced ease. Naruto could
only blink at the staggering piles she had taken and wonder if his stack had
been nearly so large. That's when her words hit him, and exactly what was about
to happen dawned on him. He held up a hand and rose part way to try and stop
her.
"W-wait! Ah, um," he scratched at his whiskered cheek awkwardly. "I don't
really know how much help I can be since you already pointed out we don't
exactly have the same taste." He made a point of frowning down at what he was
currently wearing but Ino just sighed and looked at him as though she were
speaking to a very small child.
"Naruto, you don't need to worry too much about this. I already know how to
look good; so your job is going to be easy! Just make sure whenever I walk out
that door you say I'm even more beautiful than the last time. See what I mean?
You don't have to worry about lying or trying to figure anything out." Leaving
a disbelieving Naruto behind, Ino couldn't stop herself from giggling as she
disappeared behind the door, even taking an extra minute to look through the
crack and wink before closing the door completely. After her display, Naruto
could only shake his head and wonder if there really was such a thing as too
much confidence, because if there was, he was pretty sure he was on a date with
it.
From where he sat waiting outside he could hear the faint sound of someone
undressing, although he tried not to dwell on the subject for long. The sound
of clothes hitting the floor shouldn't have been so exciting, but there was
something about knowing it was a girl on the other side of the door that made
teenage boy’s imaginations run wild. Knowing it was Ino only made it even more
so. Tapping his foot, he could feel his cheeks warm despite his best attempts.
What followed ended up being… surprisingly, pleasantly...boring. Ino emerged
after a few minutes wearing a dark purple halter top with black shorts. It
wasn't that the clothes didn't look good on her, far from it in fact. The
material was tight enough to show the more than generous swell of her breasts
without being so tight that it would have caused trouble. Coming down to just
above her naval it showed off her lean figure without showing off too much
skin. Even the shorts were tame compared to anything he had seen her in for the
last week. All in all her outfit wouldn't have looked out of place or raised
eyebrows...well, at least not any more than her normal outfit did.
Just when he was about to speak, she winked and turned, then looked at him from
over her shoulder with a wide grin, causing Naruto's face to turn two shades
pinker.
From the front it seemed innocent enough, but from the back it was another
story entirely. He could see the strips of cloth tied around her neck holding
up the top of the top, and wider strips of cloth tied at mid back covering her
bra strap...but...that was it. Her back was almost entirely bare, as were a
good portion of her sides right below her bust. By the time he found the
strength to speak again she was already gone, the door closed behind her with
only a melodious giggle and red faced teenage boy in her wake.
It turned out that aside from having switched sides, it was exactly the same as
when it had been his turn, only with her coming out wearing a different outfit
each time, going through the motions of turning, posing and winking for maximum
effect. Some of the outfits were more revealing than others but that really
wasn't the point Naruto found, as she hadn't stepped out wearing anything worse
than what she'd put on for their 'chance encounters'.
That's not to say he didn't enjoy the more intense moments, even if he did have
to put up with Ino's knowing smirks each time she stepped out in something less
than modest. The reason being, he quickly discovered the clothes themselves
didn't really make that much of an impact. No, what made those instances so
intense and so flustering for the poor young man was the girl herself.
Ino… was nice to look at, even if it felt a little strange to say that. She
didn't just have good looks though; there was this pleasant energy about her
that had a life of its own, and that energy was what he found himself drawn to
and affected by most. He could have said that it didn't matter what she was
wearing when she came out, but it…did in a certain sense. Rather than the
clothes making her look good, it was she who made the clothes look good on her,
and what was so amazing was how this energy she possessed was shaped and
changed by whatever she was wearing. Like a stage actor wearing a mask, she
became whatever she wore.
When she came skipping out in a simple sundress it took the form of an innocent
child, and then when she came out wearing something tight and revealing it
would take on the form of a seductive temptress. From one extreme to the other
and everything in between, whenever the changing room door opened it was like
seeing…well…her.
Be it sashaying out wearing something that very nearly showed off her thighs,
or calmly striding her way towards him in something you would expect some
civilian to be wearing it always looked natural, normal, and perfectly Ino.
Maybe what made it so great was that she enjoyed being looked at even more than
Naruto enjoyed looking at her? It was like she was born to be the center of
attention, and flourished whenever a pair of eyes was trained on her person.
From Naruto especially, finally capturing the boy who'd been avoiding her for a
week and seeing him so captured by her beauty, it only encouraged her to do
more. To jut out her chest and lean for a better angle, to inch the hem of her
skirt just a bit higher, or just to linger a little bit longer before walking
back into the changing room. It was less shopping and more like she was giving
him a private modeling experience with enough perks to keep him hungry for
more.
It's not like he hadn't known she was pretty, but this was the first time
Naruto allowed himself to enjoy what she was offering even if it did seem a
little shallow. Almost as to correct this moment of indulgence, Naruto used
these little moments as a chance to reflect on what he thought of the girl who
was in love with him so far.
While she flitted in and out of the changing room, Naruto's attention turned
inwards, contemplating what he'd learned about her so far. Albeit, they weren't
very far into their date but Ino's personality was one that didn't seem to hold
back or hide things.
And that, honestly, in of itself was something to consider.
She was bossy, rude, and made him give up his jacket for an itchy clingy V-
neck. But… he never felt like he needed to figure out what she was thinking or
how she felt about something. And that was actually kind of… nice. Ino spoke
her mind and for better or for worse he hadn't found himself second guessing
everything in her presence like he had with Sakura. He wasn't more comfortable
around the blonde, but so far it was definitely easier to be around her than
his long time crush. If only because he didn't feel like he had to constantly
worry about being… enough, or worthy, or more than himself.
Even if shopping wasn't exactly his idea of a good time, he couldn't say he
wasn't enjoying himself at least a little bit. Not the shopping part of course,
but it was nice to be around someone who actually wanted to be around him. Even
his friends in the academy only ever seemed to put up with him, more often than
not ignoring him until he did something to catch their attention. Suffice to
say, even if he grumbled and complained, today was already going better than
he'd expected. And that, more than anything else, had him feeling conflicted.
Unfortunately, before he could continue that line of thought, Ino's cheerful
voice called out him from over the divider.
The blond looked up, waiting for her to appear from the door. However, instead
of seeing her step out in a new outfit, her face peeked out from the crack, a
deceivingly innocent smile playing against the naughty gleam in her eyes.
"Naruto-kun?" she asked, in that same bubbly tone that Naruto was beginning to
understand only meant trouble. It was also the first time she had used the
'kun' honorific today though he didn't notice. "I'm having some trouble
reaching the zipper on this dress; could you give me a hand, please?" Rather
than wait for his reply, she ducked back inside leaving the door cracked and a
now very cautious young man to stare after her.
Naruto eyed the opening suspiciously, as would anyone with half a brain in this
situation. He wanted to say Ino wasn't the type to openly invite him in a
public changing room, but so far it seemed like she was fine with whatever so
long as it was what she wanted. Unsure what the correct response was to this,
he found himself standing nevertheless, cautiously glancing around the near
empty store before stepping towards his date.
He pressed his fingers against the door allowing the hard plastic to swing
open. Immediately, his vision was filled with the image of a mostly dressed
Ino, though, he couldn't see any kind of zipper to speak of. She waited for
him, her back facing the door while a sly expression peeked over her shoulder.
"Um, hurry?" she told him, exceedingly less excited about anyone else catching
a peek inside the changing room. "And close the door, if you don't mind? I
really want to get your opinion on this before I decide to buy it." Naruto did
just that, more robotically than consciously, only to realize how little room
there was inside the snug cubical.
He also rather quickly realized why she had been in such a hurry.
She wasn't looking at him, instead staring at her reflection in the mirror.
Turning one way and then the other, the 'dress' she had been talking about
turned out to be a long white tee-shirt three sizes too large that dominated
her slight frame. Other than the fact that it seemed a little plain compared to
her usual attire, what really drew his eye was that underneath her legs and
thighs were completely bare.
His eyes stared, unable to look away he could see the strong yet lithe muscles
filling out the lines of her calves and thighs. She was still wearing
underwear; thank god, but the fact that he could see the forest green panties
peeking out from under her shirt was already something to blink at. Maybe on
purpose, Ino had let the back of the shirt rest over the swell of her rear so
that the tight curve of her backside was on full display. Before he knew it,
he'd forced his eyes up and away from the arousing spectacle.
Glancing at him through the reflection a bright smile threatened to split her
cheeks while her eyes twinkled in mirth. Playing with the hem of the shirt, she
looked proud of herself, though it wasn't until his attention was drawn to the
front of the shirt that he realized what she'd done, or the fact that the shirt
she was wearing was his.
She turned to face him.
"So what do you think?" Twisting back and forth, the short hem fanned out and
up flashing even more of her underwear for his viewing pleasure. He couldn't
help but look, despite knowing better, noticing that they were not only framed
in lace but also quite frilly. They were an especially cute pair of panties
picked out for just such an occasion. And judging by his wide eyes, they had
done their job.
"My… shirt?" Naruto managed to croak out while feeling his cheeks warm up. He
couldn't help but think back to the time Sakura had done the same thing in his
apartment some weeks ago. It had been sexy then and it was sexy now. Some small
part of him wondered what it was about the sight that was so alluring, but
there was no denying its power. Ino smirked, adding to the effect.
"And not much else" she agreed with a knowing grin. Her fingers pinched the
bottom of the shirt and pulled it taut against her torso. As a result, Naruto
could see a tiny pair of bumps standing out from the otherwise smooth material
covering her perky breasts. Following her sidewise glance, Naruto's eyes found
a discarded bra lying in the corner of the room that just so happened to be the
exact same shade of green as the panties she had flashed. "So, what do you
think?" she asked, drawing his attention back to her figure. She offered him
another quick twirl, too graceful for her own good as she spun on the balls of
her bare feet.
Naruto felt his cheeks blush and a sweat start under his skin. Squinting
against the sudden embarrassment, he was thrown through a loop by this
unexpected turn. His relationship with Sakura always had him being the forward
one, and his efforts were almost always met with blushing, stammering
indifference. Now that he was on the other foot, he found himself responding
oddly the same way she always had.
"You're even more beautiful than last time?" he tried, a line a sweat starting
on his forehead. His efforts were met with a blinding smile as something close
to pride flashed across her cheeks.
"Good boy" she purred, and then before he could blink she continued, "now let's
see about your reward, hmm?" her hands reached for the shirt, and started
lifting it over her hips.
A flash of toned, pale skin appeared as her bellybutton peeked out from under
the shirt, followed by her tummy. Higher and higher, inch by inch, time
seemingly slowed down as more and more of her bare skin bled into view. Just as
the bottom of her ribcage was revealed Naruto found himself moving, grabbing
her hands before they could rise any further.
Throughout the teasing ordeal, Ino's face had been the picture of seduction.
Eyes half lidded, a ghost of a smile teasing the corners of her parted lips
where gentle breaths forced her chest even closer to the object of her
affection. Desire burned in her eyes, not for the physical, but the desire to
be desired, which Naruto's dumbfounded, slack jawed expression more than fed.
He wanted her, she could see how much he wanted her, and that more than
anything sent her pulse skyrocketing. But in an instant the building warmth had
been shattered as she found her hands pinned against the wall behind her.
Her eyes were wide yet slightly annoyed. Naruto's expression on the other hand,
which had just been devouring her was now turned away. A mixture of shame and
embarrassment burned against his cheeks while snuffing out the lustful
enjoyment that had been smoldering in his eyes.
He had been happy, she had been even happier. So why did he have to ruin a
perfectly good moment? Breathing a slow controlled sigh, her lips parted, "why
did you make me stop?" her tone belied the irritation burning in the pit of her
stomach, keeping its sugary sweet texture through sheer skill and practiced
precision. Even her expression still appeared pleasant if you didn't look too
close. But glancing back, Naruto could see the edge underneath the forced
calmness. "Is something wrong?" he wasn't sure.
Naruto blinked at her even tone, knowing that sometimes it was when they were
calm that women were the most dangerous. He moved slowly, releasing her hands
and moving back. This seemed to help, if only a bit, as her eerie expression
relaxed into open suspicion. She refrained from moving towards the shirt,
thankfully, settling for crossing her arms over her chest instead.
He shrank back, confusion itching at his thoughts. When the moment had come,
even when he knew he wanted her to continue, guilt had flooded through him in a
single wave of leaded weight. He'd moved without thinking, just like he'd done
every time the blonde tried to entice him since last week.
Why had he stopped her? What did he feel guilty for? He couldn't think of a
single reason why he wouldn't want to see what she was going to show him. It
was okay, this was a date, and these were the things people did on dates…
probably?
But no matter how much he tried to reinforce this line of thought he couldn't
run away from the reality nipping at his heels. He felt guilty because of
Sakura, and something about the way Ino frowned at him made clear she knew it
too.
"I… I guess I'm just not sure if I'm ready for so much so soon," he admitted
with no small amount of guilt. Rather than berate him, Ino's expression
softened, if only to show a bit of pain at the rebuff.
"You won't ever get over her unless you let yourself," she told him in return.
Taking advantage of their cramped conditions she took a step closer so that she
was near enough to feel his soft exhale break across her forehead. "You like
me, or, at least, I can see that you want me. So, Naruto-kun…it doesn't…have to
be anything big, but you can do whatever you want with me. Just… show
me something. Show me that you at least want to try and see if we can get along
as well as you did with…" she didn't say her name, but she didn't have to. "I
know I can't just expect you to jump into something like that with me, but, can
you just…give me something? Anything at all?"
It was just a hint of something more, but looking at her pinched lips and
worried face, Naruto couldn't help but feel this was the first time Ino had
bothered letting the real her rise to the surface. Past the smiles and past the
flirtation, she was just as unsure of him as he was of her, and for the exact
same reasons. It hadn't dawned on him before, but now, in this moment, he could
see it clearly. While he worried that he might never get over Sakura, she was
thinking the exact same thing. And despite that, she continued to smile and
laugh and tried her best regardless of the odds stacked against her.
That…was something he could relate to.
He stared at her waiting expression, conflict playing against his eyes. An
unsure hand reached out, pausing for a moment before finally settling on her
waist. Even this small gesture earned a smile, small but honest, and unlike any
he had seen from her.
Naruto… liked that expression; he liked that smile even more than the ones she
had worn before. Watching her flirt and play around was fun but it was hard to
connect with. Now that he thought about it, she almost seemed like she hadn't
been real when she was doing that. Thinking back to when she had been showing
off and strutting around in those other outfits he recalled the energy he had
felt, that energy that drew him more than any of the outfits she had tried
on…that energy, that was right here, right now.
For once, since that day back in his apartment the girl he was touching seemed
just as real. He'd promised himself and her, a real chance at seeing if they
had any kind of chance of being together. Now here she was, wanting to see if
they were compatible, trying her best in every way she knew how. Well, maybe it
was time to find out.
She said he could do anything, so maybe this was the right place to start.
Never mind that they were in a public changing room, and never mind she wasn't
wearing a bra or pants. Lifting one hand from her hip Naruto cupped her cheek
and immediately she responded by leaning into his touch. Her eyes closed
appreciatively, blissfully, only opening a sliver when he angled her face up
towards his own. Eyelashes fluttering, a single gasp passed through her parted
lips before Naruto captured them with his own.
Ino melted into the sensation of his lips on hers. Breathing in a deep breath
through her nose, she raised her arms from her sides to grab at the lapels of
his new shirt, and then to his chest just underneath. Naruto's other hand moved
naturally, slipping around her hip, under the fabric of his own shirt to palm
at her ample curves. Before he could think better of himself, he was pulling
her closer until her soft form pressed flush against his own firmer body.
She tasted sweet. Moving his lips against the girl in his arms, bits of saliva
mixed as well as a fair amount of strawberry lip balm. Her lips were soft, a
bit like Sakura's but even more different than he could have imagined. Sakura's
lips were narrow and thin, always trembling with hesitation and restraint, like
a frightened puppy that had to be coaxed out from under a chair. Ino's lips
were full, pouty, and moved with the confidence of a large feline stalking its
prey. There was no second guessing, no hesitation, and not a hint of restraint.
Always having enjoyed the moments shared with his girlfriend, and looking back
on them now he was just as fond of them as when they had happened. But her
reactions had always been so slow and timid, no matter how long they had been
together. Ino didn't shy away from his affection, and he found those soft lips
beginning to move hungrily as she tilted her head to the side to deepen their
embrace. Soon he could feel her bottom lip slipping between his, sucking
against his face while her hands kneaded and pawing at the muscles of his
chest. And all the while Naruto could feel the arousal that he'd been holding
back return with full force, not helped by the soft gentle rocking of her
backside pushing against his hand.
He'd spent so much time trying to remember what it was like to hold a girl that
he forgot what it was like to actually touch one. So soft and warm against him,
while the gentle smell of lavender mixed with his own heavy scent wafting
around them like a cloud. Naruto could feel a pressure starting to build in his
pants, and he was pretty sure Ino could feel it too considering it was pressed
against her belly. Breathing through his nose, his mouth opened to suck against
her lips again, shivering at the sensations tingling throughout his body.
She was the first to open her mouth for more, slowly and cautiously as though
she were afraid she might scare him off again. But he drank in the taste of her
breath and returned the gesture without a second thought. Hell, without even a
first one. He was so tired of thinking about everything, of being scared and
lonely, for feeling guilty about every little thing in his life. This was the
first time in a week that he was allowed to just feel what was happening.
And it felt great.
The pair lost themselves in the moment, forgetting about responsibilities and
what should be and what could be to just be. For Naruto, it was less a sudden
explosion of fireworks or anything as dramatic as it was for her though.
Instead he found the kiss to be passionate, hot, a slow warmth spreading
throughout his body until it felt like he had a fever. Maybe he really was
sick? At least that would explain how he could so easily fall into this kind of
situation so soon after Sakura, or maybe his heart was big enough to care about
two different women.
Something shifted inside him at that thought. This whole time he'd been stuck
believing that to care about someone else would mean casting aside his feelings
for Sakura. That he would need to betray whatever was left of what they had to
feel for another or to have anything with someone else. But maybe it didn't
have to be that way? Even as he was kissing Ino right now what he felt for
Sakura remained unchanged. But the same could not be said about the girl in his
arms, and it was time to see where these new feelings took him.
The tip of Ino's tongue flicked against his own pink muscle, teasing and daring
him to follow her back into the moist warmth of her mouth. Tightening his grip
on her hip, he did just that, filling the tiny space and tasting the unique
flavor that was her. A slow moan rumbled deep from the back of her throat,
vibrating against his lips as she began earnestly licking at his small pink
appendage, running along its length while trying to coil around it like a
serpent.
Their first kiss, except not really, Ino made sure to call upon everything she
had learned while in her friend's body. She remembered how he groaned when she
moved her tongue in a certain way, the way she was doing right now. She
remembered how much he liked it when she pressed her chest against him, her
nipples hard and tingling as she rubbed against him. But most of all, she
remembered how demanding he could be; enjoying every part of her body as he
pleased as though she belonged to him. So when the loving hand against her
cheek started to slip down her collar and towards her breast, she was more than
happy to make room for him to grab a handful of her soft mounds.
Her breasts felt hot, no doubt the result of the continued friction growing
between their bodies. Worse, an ache permeated at the tips of the round globes
of soft flesh desperate to be touched and squeezed. When his hand finally
settled over the orb, another groan surfaced, encouraging him to do whatever
his heart desired.
For Naruto's part, he had far less of an advantage in trying to figure out what
made Ino tick than she did in working him over. Everything from that night she
had been in Sakura's body and feeling through her nerves. Sure there were some
basic similarities and common ground, but for the most part he found himself
forced to relearn everything he'd discovered through weeks of alone time with
his girlfriend.
Although, he had to admit, Ino already seemed a bit easier to please.
It certainly helped that he wasn't starting completely over when it came to
girls. He'd learned a few tricks that appeared to translate, namely how to hold
a girl and how much was too rough. Like sparring with a new opponent he had to
move slowly, paying special attention to the sounds groaning in his mouth as he
started to knead the supple flesh while looking for any flinch or tremor to
clue him in.
He started gently, figuring that was the best way to start. Sakura always hated
it when he got too excited; complaining that her nipples were too sensitive to
be pulled or twisted like some toy. That same sensitivity had been fun to
exploit in other ways he discovered later on, but at the moment he was more
interested in seeing how Ino responded to the same attention while looking for
what set them apart. It didn't take long to find the differences far outweighed
the similarities.
Whereas Sakura would have slapped his hand away by now, Ino seemed to revel in
the firm pressure of his fingers pressing into her supple skin. That
immediately led to him discovering another difference, namely just how
much…bigger Ino was than the pinkette. While nobody would say she was busty or
stacked, she had a fair bit more than Sakura. Large enough to fill his open
hand, there was quite a bit more to work with and explore than he was used to.
And as such, he might have gotten a little overeager. Thankfully, the slight
mewling tone he'd come to know as a sign of pleasure from the blonde haired
girl only grew as the strength in his fingers increased, kneading and rolling
the sensitive flesh until it was swollen with color and pleasure.
She was a new girl with her own likes and dislikes, and he couldn't help but
consider how much fun it would be finding every one of her weaknesses.
The pair continued like this for a few minutes, the wet smacking of their
grasping lips only interrupted by brief groans and breaths as pleasure tingled
up their spines. Naruto's hand remained on the shapely breast, playing with it
so that it was fun for him and pleasurable for her. But as much as both might
have wished to take things even further, it was Naruto who finally pulled away,
only to be greeted by a delightfully flushed Ino Yamanaka.
Color blushed throughout her dazed features, a soft red only a few shades
lighter than that of her swollen glistening lips. Stretched into a coy smile,
the teasing light in her eyes was back, although something more intimate
glistened in the sparkling orbs trained on his dizzy features. She'd asked if
there was any kind of connection between them. Well, Naruto couldn't help but
think they had more than found the answer.
She didn't move to step back and he didn't try and push her away. The two
simply enjoyed the closeness and intimacy of the moment. Still feeling her body
against his, the hand that had been bold enough to feel her up moved towards
the back of her hip, feeling the elastic band of her panties under the warn
cotton of his old shirt. A finger traced that line, gently petting her side as
they came down from their hormonal high when a mischievous light came to life
in her eyes.
"Hmm, is that a kunai in your pocket or am I just that incredible?" Her lips
rose in a feline smirk, which widened still as she watched the young man's face
flush and awkwardness come to life. But, whereas before he would have
apologized or tried to leave, Ino was delighted to see a great grin stretch
across his face. Though it was a shame she didn't recognize the signs of a
prank in the making. She wasn't the only one that liked to play with others
after all.
Ino's bright expression widened, shock mixed with embarrassment erasing
whatever attitude she usually wore when Naruto's hand that had been resting
innocently against her hip moved with the swiftness of a ninja, dipping between
her smooth thighs to draw a single finger against the lightly warmed lips of
her aroused sex. And with it, a small amount of arousal that had leaked through
the thin cotton while they'd been locked in their embrace.
She wasn't dripping, but there was a definite humidity building between her
thighs lingering with the promise of more. He held that finger up now, showing
her the glistening substance that clung to it.
His grin shifted, turning foxy. "Hehe, if you're incredible than what does that
make me?" a silent chuckle shook his shoulders as Ino went through a slideshow
of emotions; eventually settling on forced ambivalence, thoroughly marred by
the bright pink color still illuminating her cheeks.
"I suppose that makes you almost as good as me," and when his cheeky grin died
she slowly added, a smile forming, "which… admittedly, is still a fair bit
better than everyone else." Shivering, she could actually feel her knees quiver
as she allowed a little more of her weight to rely on his solid form for
support. Unfortunately, whatever retort Naruto might have had was interrupted
by a sharp knock on the door.
"Damn kids!" a sharp and elderly voice called out. The same one both teens
recognized as the innocuous old lady working at the register. "You both better
come out here this instant! Don't think I don't know what you're up to," her
words were followed by another rapping of her knuckles against the door.
"Oh God," Ino groaned into Naruto's chest, hiding her face at having been
caught. "Not saying this wasn't worth it, but I don't think I'm going to be
able to come back here for a few weeks. And that's considering how much I
usually spend." Leaning back, her face pinched in irritation, like this was all
some big inconvenience.
For Naruto's part he was just as embarrassed, although for some reason he
couldn't get the smile off his face. Ino tore away, unabashedly shedding his
shirt in an instant to reach for her bra and discarded dress. Naruto's eyes
widened at the brief glimpse of her breasts, seeing them shake as she bent over
to pick up her things. But the moment ended far too quickly as she rushed to
get ready and face the music. The blond watched all of this, an odd feeling
settling in his belly as he watched her glum, almost disheartened features draw
against what he'd come to expect to always be bright and bubbly.
He liked that about her, how she was always smiling even when she had no right
to. And even if he'd only gotten to enjoy it for a few hours, he wanted to
protect that smile just like he had with Sakura. For the first time in a week
the young man found himself considering something he'd done his best to all but
ignore.
Naruto thought over his next words carefully before speaking. "Um, I'm going to
step out, keep getting dressed, and wait for me to come back, okay?" He quickly
rushed to make the sentence a question, already picturing his date mystically
locked inside the changing room for all of eternity. Clipping her bra behind
her back, she turned to face him with a quizzical stare.
"What are, you- wait!" she jumped back out of sight when he moved to open the
door. "Naruto-kun!" she exclaimed, but he was already closing the door behind
him, leaving her with a disgruntled, "Ughh!" Now, rather than his half naked
date, he found himself standing over the pinched wrinkled face of a woman who
he could only assume had given birth the parents of the village founders.
She was muttering under her breath, thick glasses magnifying her milky brown
eyes to insect proportions while snow white hair that had been pulled back into
a messy bun, stood out in wild strands eventually falling down her neck. As
soon as the young man approached, she straightened her crooked back to glare,
the top of her head still only coming up short of his chin.
Looking up, her already wrinkled features deepened as she squinted, adjusting
her bottle thick spectacles. Searching for something, apparently she
wasn't completely blind as recognition flashed across her face and in an
instant Naruto found himself faced with a vicious frown, nearing a snarl as her
toothless gums clenched beneath bared lips. "I should have known…" her
quivering tone started.
Naruto had to hold back a sigh. He'd been expecting this of course, but it was
still annoying. Putting on a drawn expression, he stuffed his hands into his
pockets knowing by now it was best to just grin and bear it.
"Don't think I haven't heard about you. Making trouble everywhere you go and
disrupting good people's lives just to cause chaos. My niece got caught up in
one of your shenanigans, you know. Covered in paint from head to toe, it took
my Suki a week to wash it all out of her clothes. To think they let you wear
that headband… knowing what you are." she tsked, staring at the proud leaf
symbol emblazoned on the boy's forehead.
"And now you're even here, making trouble in my shop. It's bad enough that you
have to make a mess of your own life, now you're starting to poison some good
girl? Does she even know what you are? Do her parents know about this? Well,
you can bet your bottom they're going to. I won't sleep at night knowing I sent
some innocent child off with something like you. If she doesn't have common
sense then her parents should be more than aware of what kind of influences
their child's taken up with." She said more after that, muttering and
chastising him while the sound of Ino fumbling on the other side of the door
played as a small distraction, but he'd already begun to tune them both out, a
chiseled frown starting against his usually bright face.
He'd thought maybe if he stepped out first he could take the brunt of the
anger, kids will be kids after all. But he should have known his face would
turn some innocent fun into a challenge against morality. The fact that she
hadn't recognized him when he'd first walked in was lucky enough, but he was
pretty sure that he could have accidentally stumbled into another customer and
earned the same results. He was used to this and had been dealing with it for
as far back as he could remember. So whenever someone went out of their way to
bother him he would either ignore them, or get them back with a prank.
But then she went and threatened Ino.
If this woman talked to her parents Naruto didn't have to guess what would
happen. Namely, Ino would be forbidden from seeing him ever again. He'd seen it
happen before, sometimes right in front of his eyes as parents stumbled across
their children accidentally playing with the 'fox boy'. And as a kid it'd never
failed to compound the fact that his own parents had seemingly abandoned him
with the obvious confusion of insecurity.
For a time, he had honestly wondered if there had been something wrong with
him, if that was why he didn't have a family. Of course, he wasn't a child
anymore, and neither was he dumb enough to let the opinion of idiot villagers
make him feel anything but exasperation. But that didn't mean he was happy
letting them do as they pleased, either, and for once he actually had the power
to shut them up withoutusing his fists.
It was as though he felt his very soul flinch. He never actually swore he would
never use his power again; he'd simply been scared in the wake of Ino's
condition. Though that had been before he knew things could work out between
them, when he believed he'd accidentally ruined a girl's life with his
thoughtless words, something that was no longer the case. He wasn't totally
sold on the idea of spending the rest of his life with the other blonde, but
even he wasn't stupid enough not to recognize they had some kind of chemistry
between them. And for the first time, he was forced to consider if maybe he'd
been too rash to denounce the strange power that had suddenly appeared in his
life.
Like any jutsu, it wasn't inherently evil or bad, just potentially dangerous if
misused. He needed to be careful, to think about what he was saying before he
opened his mouth…something people had been telling him to do his entire life.
Scratching at the back of his spiky blond hair, he considered what he should do
for a few more minutes before slowly turning his attention back towards the
barking old biddy.
"-and let me tell you, when I was a girl my elders would never have stood for-
" her tirade finally came to a stop when Naruto spoke up.
"Um, so, hey…" a slow sweat started to drip down his cheek as she continued to
stare up at him, blinking against her wide frames. When he said he was going to
be careful, he'd meant it, purposefully measuring each word before they finally
tumbled past his lips. "You… don't want to… tell Ino's parents," then, quickly
he continued, "a-about what happened in the changing room, I mean." Rearing
back, the wobbling weight of her head appeared to turn quizzically to the side.
She didn't say anything for a handful of seconds, conflict playing against her
face as her droning voice fell below an audible tone. Still she muttered to
herself, bulbous eyes shifting to one side and then the next before returning
to the blond's face. Finally, irritation managed to play across her visage as
she waved a gnarled hand at his stiff posture.
"Feh," she spat. "Not my job to teach dumb girls that don't know well enough
when trouble's reaching up their skirt. I'm too old to try and fix the follies
of youth. She'll wise up eventually, one way or another." And with a squinting
glare, she turned her finger to Naruto's face, waving the wrinkled digit just
under his nose.
"But don't think that means you can just do as you like. This is my shop. Been
my shop for sixty years, and it will be sixty more before I let your kind in
here. I want you and your harlot out that door, and if I find a single scarf
missing you can bet I know who to send to your front door." More grumbling and
more lip smacking against her dry gums, Naruto felt his insides shrivel up and
die at the sight. Still, he wasn't quite finished yet, and this time when he
spoke there was a bit more confidence in his voice, and the words flowed much
more easily.
"Actually," he punctuated, narrowing his eyes, "you are going to check us out
like you would any other customers and let us pay for what we liked." It might
be a little obstinate, but the last thing he wanted was for the people he cared
about to be effected by his own stigma. He remembered Ino mentioning how often
she shopped here, and though it wasn't a ramen stand he could sympathize with
having a favorite place to frequent. A slight pause interrupted his voice as a
consideration came to mind, ultimately winning out as a devious smile spread
across his lips. "And you'll give Ino-chan a discount from now on, for being
such a loyal customer."
Pleasure bled into his tone as he watched the old lady struggle with his second
command. But of course, after a small bout much like the first, eventually her
stubborn expression shifted towards that of begrudged as she huffed and frowned
and marched herself back to her spot at the register where she'd greeted them
when they entered.
Naruto didn't want to say shutting down a cranky old lady felt good, even when
it totally did, but instead decided to focus on the fact that he'd helped his
friend; with the store owner's bitter frown as a secondary consolation prize.
Grinning more than he had in a week, he was amazed to remember that he'd
actually been excited about his power at one point in his life. Even if it felt
like a year ago. Still, this was a good example of how he could use his power
right, or, at least how he could use it without changing the fate of another
person's life. That he should think of this power as any other jutsu he'd
learned, having its own time and place for use.
Excitement coursed through him at the thought of what he'd done, which is how
Ino found him as she shyly peeked past the changing room door as soon as the
conversation had died down.
"Are we clear?" she asked meekly, to which Naruto proudly pointed towards the
dower thing safely tucked back behind her counter. In answer, Ino's eyebrows
rose unexpectedly and she allowed the rest of herself to appear from behind the
door.
She was back in her sundress, the soft skirt swaying gently with each step.
Glancing down, Naruto couldn't help but remember what he'd seen and what he now
knew was just underneath the thin material. Suddenly he found himself
appreciating the way the purple cloth hugged the girl's body a little more,
hinting towards her tight shape before lying softly against her round bottom.
He could still feel the shape of her large breast resting in his palm, and now
he was suddenly curious if her backside would be just a sweet.
"How did you…" she paused, a cautious excitement coming to life in a crooked
smile. "Is she really not going to call my parents? I mean, I've been shopping
here for years and Ms. Izumi isn't exactly what I would call," she gave a
nervous chuckle, "um, human? Don't get me wrong, she sells great clothes, but I
think I've actually seen kunai softer than that woman." Speaking under her
breath, Ino actually seemed slightly afraid of the old bat, which brought a
smile to Naruto's face.
"What can I say…?" he gave a nervous chuckle. "I just talked to her. I guess I
have a silver tongue?" Ino blinked at that, slowly turning towards him with a
saucy smile and raised eyebrow. Naruto felt his eyes widen when she suddenly
leaned against him.
"That's good to know, I can't wait to see it" she winked, much to Naruto's
confusion. Her flirting slowly waned as something else popped into her mind.
"Hey, so… what did she mean before, when she was talking about you?" When his
eyes widened and he turned to stare at her, she had the decency to appear
sheepish. "I… could hear through the door, kind of," she pointed at the
obviously open area of the booth. "I mean, I know she's not much of a people
person but…" she let the sentence drift, the playful joking side of her
shifting as honest confusion came to the surface. Naruto could only blink, not
at all sure how he was supposed to answer.
"I… totally got her with this wicked prank last year!" he suddenly exclaimed,
his foxy grin coming to life as he snickered under his breath. "Wasn't really
aiming for her, you know, but stink bombs don't always land where you expect.
Man, she probably thinks I'm some kind of monster, I'm surprised she didn't say
anything worse!" he gave another belly laugh, internally wincing at the stale
tone that reached his ears and the dubious look Ino was giving him.
"I didn't hear her mention anything about a stink bomb…" she considered. If
Naruto was one to panic, he managed to keep it well hidden.
"Huh, you must have missed that part?" he offered with a shrug of his
shoulders. Feeling his sweat start to build, he quickly looked around for some
kind of distraction to change the conversation. Maybe he might need to bring up
the fox in his gut at some point, but now was not the time.
"Hey, ah. Guess what? If we hurry up the old lady said she'd give you a
discount. Probably just wants to get rid of us, but I'm pretty much done with
this place anyway." Then he looked around at the piles of clothes they still
had strewn about. "What eh… what am I buying again?" he swallowed against his
throat, fingering the slight bulge of his wallet while trying to remember how
much he'd thought to bring. Gama-chan was never the fullest of toads, but he
did bring some money expecting to take Ino out…somewhere.
Ino stared at him a moment longer, as though she wasn't sure what to think
about his behavior. But when the subject of payment came up her suspicion gave
way to a familiar mask of confidence, snorting for effect.
"Aw," she cooed while making her way over to two moderately sized piles of
folded clothes set aside on the bench. She grabbed the larger one, turning to
thrust a combination of pants, shirts and over shirts to him. Naruto recognized
them as the 'few' Ino had approved of throughout his little fashion show.
"That's cute that you want to pay, but I was the one that dragged you out here
so this ones on me," she assured him, flashing a bright smile even when he
appeared doubtful. Turning back, she grabbed her own clothes, almost skipping
as she started towards the cash register.
Naruto was left to follow her, anxiously laying his own garments next to hers.
The old woman didn't say a word to either of them, forcing her frown towards
the counter as she went about scanning the items. But as the screen's total
continued to climb, Naruto found his doubt turning to real panic before
shooting a fearful glare towards Ino's cool demeanor.
"Um, Ino?" he started, far more calmly than he actually felt. In response Ino
simply turned her head, blinking innocently as a good B rank mission's pay
flashed across the screen right in front of her face. "Are you sure…" he
trained off, an awkward cough tickling his throat. Eyebrow raised, she
eventually followed his eyes towards the electric screen where the rising total
was only then starting to slow. Another few seconds passed before the total was
finalized and she gave a knowing smirk.
Ignoring him completely, she simply reached under her sundress where a thigh
pouch rested against her pale leg and pulled out a purple clutch. Inside she
withdrew a handful of bills larger than Naruto had ever seen, then handed them
to the aged crone without a second thought. She grabbed the money quickly,
almost slamming the register closed without a word. Ino then grabbed their
bags, not sparing the cranky woman another thought as she moved to step towards
the door, grinning and skipping as though she didn't have a care in the world.
And all Naruto could was follow after her dumbly, amazement clear against his
whiskered cheeks.
Ino turned with a twirl, her smile almost cruel as she whirled around to see
her date's expression. Not at all disappointed, she snickered to herself before
rolling her eyes with a satisfied sigh. "Oh, stop that already," she
admonished, "I promise, it's not nearly as big a deal as you're making it out
to be." But when his expression didn't change, she was forced to continue,
waving off his frown as though it had no right to settle against his face.
"Look, I'm not exactly hurting for money Naruto-kun. I mean, the Yamanka clan
might not have a huge compound like Hyūga or their own district like the
Uchiha, but we're still a decent size and each member has to pay a stipend from
their mission pay towards the clan coffers. It's part of the family contract if
we want to learn the clan jutsu, and since they wouldn't be nearly as strong
without those techniques backing them up nobody is going to pass up on such an
easy meal ticket."
Seeing the obvious question coming she cut him off before he could ask it. "I
don't have any siblings, but my daddy does, and so did his...I'm talking about
a ton of aunts, uncles and cousins. Even before I graduated my parents weren't
too stingy with my allowance, and working at the family flower shop is separate
pay on top of that." Smiling she continued, "And now that I'm a ninja, I'm
making even more then I can spend shopping! Well, technically my mission money
is supposed to go into a savings account until I reach chunin, mom's idea, but
daddy said I can spend it so long as it's an 'emergency.' But if replacing that
god awful jacket wasn't an emergency I don't know what is," she finished with a
wink and a giggle, neither of which Naruto managed to return, too busy just
starting at her in utter shock.
Sure, he knew there were people out there who didn't seem to care about
spending money, or, more accurately, didn't need to worry, but it was still
strange seeing it right in front of him. What kind of childhood must she have
had to throw that kind of cash around without even blinking? Different from
his, he was sure. Frowning, an image of his younger self shivering in the dead
of night sprang to mind but he banished it as quickly as it had come.
"Geez, if it's that big a deal you can pay for dinner, alright? I know this
amazing sushi place, you won't believe their tuna rolls. Hmm, but first," she
paused, approaching Naruto with purpose as she unloaded the bags she'd been
carrying. He could have sworn the ground actually shook a little from their
weight... "Be a dear and give me a hand with these until we find somewhere to
kick back a bit." Winking her long eyelashes, Naruto found himself defenseless
against the sudden kiss laid against his cheek.
Compared to what they'd just shared in the store, something so innocent
shouldn't have affected him nearly as much as it had. But damn if she wasn't
cute when she was happy, he couldn't even find it in him to tell her that the
idea of eating raw fish was about as appealing to him as a sodium free diet.
Instead, he just nodded his head, and wore a damned goofy grin on his face as
she led him from the store and back onto the road.
So lost in their little exchange, neither noticed that another had been
watching them the entire time...someone with pink hair...someone whose
expression had slowly devolved as she watched more and more of their familiar
behavior. And someone who had begun to approach them, storming through the
thick crowd of people towards the couple just in time to see her ex-boyfriend
grin down at her ex-best friend.
Neither noticed her sudden appearance, not until it was too late, and her
enraged expression was upon them as they turned to start towards dinner. Only
to step back as emerald fire licked at their souls.
"Well, don't you both just look… precious…”
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You know what to do. No big announcements this month. And for those of you
waiting for SOS, I’m doing my best to finish it by New Year’s. Thanks everyone!
I hope to see you all in 2018. And be sure to leave a review, favorite or
follow.
Next chapter: 2018 –finally together, the culmination of Sakura, ino, and
Naruto’s relationship come to a head. Will they fight? Who will win. And most
importantly, who will Naruto choose?
***** chapter 9 *****
A/N: Okay guys, here is chapter 9 just in the nick of time. For those of you
still looking forward to Vault, don’t worry I haven’t forgotten. Work’s just
been keeping me busy this month and I might be a day or two late. But it’s
almost finished. That’s all I have to say for now, so enjoy the chapter and let
me know what you think. I always love to hear from you guys.
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                                   Chapter 9
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"Well, don't you both look precious…"
Looking back on his relatively short life, Naruto wondered if there had ever
been a moment where his own actions had come back to bite him in the ass harder
than right now.
The answer was a resounding and obvious no.
Sakura, Ino. Ino, Sakura, his eyes shifted between the two girls who were busy
trying to stare the other down into submission. Ino was slightly taller and had
the advantage of being able to look down on her one time friend, but Sakura's
eyes shone with a danger and mental fragility that spoke on an instinctual
level that she was not to be messed with.
Maybe it would have been better if they were actually glaring at each other and
everything was out in the open instead of Ino returning the forced, glacial
smile Sakura had approached the young couple with. That false friendliness
which was in many ways worse than if they had just started fighting each other
right then and there, especially since now the villagers were staring as they
walked by, confused more than anything at the odd spectacle. Unfortunately,
Naruto found himself in much the same mindset of trying and failing to
understand how things could have gone so sour so quickly.
His date with Ino had been going so well too, even if he hadn't been expecting
it. To be honest, he wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but still found
himself pleased with the results. Enough to continue their evening towards
dinner, enough to kiss her, and enough to remember the sensation of her nearly
naked body in his hands even when the situation demanded his full attention.
Suffice to say, Sakura seeing them together had shifted the mood a fair bit.
“Actually, why was she even here?” the blond wondered? Only a few hours ago
she... It had been hard, watching her walk away from him without saying so much
as a word, but at the same time it had helped him, emboldening his courage
enough to try and see if he felt anything for her blonde former best friend.
There had been a moment, just a moment where she'd looked back at him with an
expression he didn't quite know what to make of, but… Whatever her reasons
might have been, her actions made it clear she had no interest in mending what
they'd once had. What he hoped they could still have. So why did she look upset
now?
Well, okay, maybe 'upset' was a bit of an understatement. After knowing,
chasing, and dating her for the better part of his life he knew the subtle
tells when something was bothering her. Although, something told him you didn't
need a map to read that she was furious.
Green eyes, usually so warm and bright were now frozen orbs of jade with an
edge sharper than any kunai. They stared into Ino's, matched only by her smile
in tone as the lovely pink lips stretching across her face pinched together to
make her false cheer into more of a grimace than what she was trying to
present.
Even if she had pretended like nothing was wrong, there was far too much rage
behind her expression to keep the emotions at bay. In all his years the young
ninja had never seen the girl as pissed as she was right now, and he couldn't
help but stare at her with a combination of excitement and fear so powerful
that it was difficult to think of anything else.
Whatever her reasons, she was here, right now, and talking to him! Well, just
one sentence, but it was still more than she had spoken to him all week. Hope
was a dangerous thing, but Naruto was a foolish boy who couldn't help but
celebrate her sudden appearance. Though, considering the fact he was currently
on a date with another girl, that probably wasn't the best idea.
Guilt burned in his chest at that thought, and he turned back to Ino feeling
strangely worried. Their time together so far might have been short, but he'd
genuinely started caring about the girl who had fallen so in love with him,
whether he realized it or not. As such, the idea of her being sad hit him with
the same pang of distress that had driven him to work so fervently for his pink
haired teammate's happiness. It was the same sense of responsibly that he took
upon himself as soon as he realized someone was precious to him.
This was a dangerous trait to have for a shinobi, but it was that same
emotional honesty that pulled so many to Naruto's side despite his obvious lack
of social experience. Every expression from his heart was powerful, far more
than most realized. When he wept, the sadness poured out from the very core of
his being, when he smiled, the joy was so pure it infected those around him
regardless of their mood; and when he cared about someone, it was more binding
than any contract or oath.
True, he was at heart a decent person, and tried to help when he knew someone
was in need, but when it came to those he cared for, nothing was held back
regardless of how small or great. He would give them the shirt off his back if
they were cold, put them first in every way so long as he knew it would make
them happy if sad, and he would protect them with his life should they ever be
in danger. It was a simple, but integral part of who he was, to the point it
practically defined him.
Now, for the first time he found himself faced with the prospect of two people
he cared about at odds with one another. And even before they turned their
attention on him, he could feel the enclosing sense of reality that he might
not be able to satisfy both of their expectations.
Never before had he imagined something could possibly frighten him as much as a
world where he was alone.
For the time being, he settled for a measured expression, making sure he didn't
seem too happy by the pinkette's arrival for Ino's sake, while keeping himself
from looking too bothered for Sakura's. It was the only neutral option he had,
and until he knew exactly what was actually going on between the girls it would
be the only one he even considered.
"Well?" Sakura asked, finally popping the bubble of silence. Beyond them, the
village market was still very much alive with all the background noise one
would have expected, loud voices calling out sales and discounts for their
weirs, overburdened carts groaning from their heavy loads, and various animal
cries sounded from every direction. "Nothing to say for yourself?" The
expression she'd been forcing cracked an inch as her 'smile' dipped into an
accusatory frown. But Ino just rolled her eyes, brushing the other girl's
accusations away like any other annoyance in her life.
As far as Ino was concerned she had nothing to be ashamed of. No matter what
Sakura thought of the two blondes, she wasn't about to let the pinkette ruin
her and Naruto's first date. True, after everything that had happened between
the three of them obviously there was some fault on her end. But she was not
going to apologize for falling in love, nor would she feel bad about the
methods she'd used to gain her date's attention. After all, Sakura was just
bitter that she'd been stupid enough to actually break up with him and let him
go, only to regret it once she realized it was too late and just what she had
given up.
At least… she hoped it was too late.
Ino's smirk remained fixed despite her doubts. Rather than deny her rivals
claims, the blue eyed girl decided it was best to show exactly how close she
and the blond boy were now. So, without a hint of shame, she just shrugged her
shoulders before sashaying towards her date with a not so subtle sway of her
hips until…
Both Sakura and Naruto watched in disbelief as she wrapped her arms around one
of his, trapping it between her breasts and almost purring as she smiled at her
former friend.
The meaning behind the gesture was clear, after all Sakura couldn't deny the
obvious claim her rival was trying to make when she was holding Naruto to her
like a child clutching a doll to her chest. She might as well have yelled,
"Mine!" for all the maturity it displayed. Regrettably, even if she could see
through Ino's actions that didn't mean she was immune to their effects. And
despite herself, Sakura couldn't deny the burst of jealousy that exploded
within her at seeing another woman touch her teammate in such a way.
Jealousy that she had to stifle, less her feelings come to light. But just as
she could see through her former friend, Ino seemed just as capable of seeing
through her if the way her lips curling in such a shamelessly smug state of
satisfaction were anything to go by.
"Don't we just!" the blonde challenged, pressing her breasts even harder
against the boy's arm while shifting her weight to rub them along the firm
surface. Even with her bra and dress preventing any direct contact, their make
out session from a few minutes ago still hummed through her body, keeping her
knees weak and the tips of her breasts hard. Feeling her date shiver under her,
she had no doubt he could feel the effects of his affection and was picking up
on the not so subtle reminder of what she had to offer.
"Besides, you broke up with him, remember? What business of yours is it who he
dates? Or me, for that matter?" The dare didn't go unnoticed as Sakura was
forced to take a step back, her face twisting into an expression of worry. For
someone who complained about always thinking too much, she'd rushed in pretty
fast with no explanation for her confrontation. Suddenly, all her plans to mend
her and Naruto's relationship were out the window.
Ino watched the girl and felt relief suffuse her chest. That had been a gamble,
and a risky one at that. But she knew she could always rely on the brainy nerd
backing down from any kind of confrontation. Some might call it dirty, but this
was a war as brutal as any conflict between nations with a prize more valuable
than any territory. A prize she now had claim to, marked by her firm grip and
the rather visible colors he now wore.
Tightening her fingers against Naruto's shirt, a sliver of worry returned
despite her small victory. Yes, she was scared, far more than her airy and smug
demeanor belied. She'd been expecting this moment after all. Just not this
soon, having hoped that they would have the chance to go on at least a few more
dates before Sakura caught wind and confronted them. That would have given her
the time to worm her way into Naruto's heart and steal whatever space the
pinkette had once occupied, and then build enough strong ties and pleasurable
memories to ward off any chance of him leaving her for his longtime crush.
Right now she had her foot in the door, but that was about it.
She wasn't stupid enough to think Naruto had stopped loving her rival any less
than he had a week ago, not after all the years he had chased after her. That
meant right now, the only thing giving her a fighting chance was her reliance
on Sakura's weak will and complete lack of being able to react to situations or
improvise on the fly. Ever since the academy she had always been the type to
think everything through, consider each option and weigh them out accordingly.
Which was just fine in her book because by the time the pink haired girl's
battle plans were drawn Ino would have already won the war with her blond
trophy proudly on display.
That did not mean she was cocky however, as it wouldn't have surprised her to
find out Sakura had already planned something in case anything like this
happened while the two were still together. Not to mention Naruto himself was
still as much of a wildcard for her as he was against her. If he thought for a
moment Sakura wanted to get back with him, she doubted there was anything she
could do to sway him to her side, at least this soon.
Right now the best course of action she could take was to get her date as far
from the other girl as possible before Naruto started to realize Sakura wasn't
nearly as fed up with him as she had led him to believe. That meant she needed
to keep on the offensive and not give Sakura a chance to think, the time to
plan, or the opportunity to act. Just keep hammering her down until she was the
frightened, self-conscious little forehead girl she'd picked up like a stray
puppy all those years ago.
"Thanks for that by the way," Ino said as she lolled her head to the side and
lay her cheek against the blond's shoulder. Even as he flinched at the sudden
intimacy she didn't let it give her pause. "You wouldn't believe how easy it is
to land a good catch when someone else is stupid enough to just leave it and
walk away." As though she were showing off just what Sakura had 'walked away'
from, she ran her hand down his chest possessively, all the while Naruto stood
there pink faced and as awkward as any young man would have in his place.
It was like he wasn't even there, but just some random object they were talking
about. The feeling was strange, but also relieving in a sense because it kept
him out of the discussion itself. As long as he didn't draw their direct
attention he was perfectly safe and could just stand there like he was.
Although if Ino kept squishing her breasts against him the way she was he might
have to thank her later for picking out such loose pants.
He quickly turned his mind to something else.
"Walked," Sakura shrugged nonchalant, lifting her left hand and then her right
before continuing, "stabbed in the back and pushed off a cliff, the same thing
really." Narrowing her eyes she dropped the gauntlet, "at least for monsters
without any kind of morals."
"Monster?" Ino snorted. "Really, you're resorting to name calling?" she shook
her head in mock exasperation. "Listen billboard brow, it's not my fault you
don't know how to look out for an ambush. I thought ninja were supposed to
always be aware of their surroundings? Maybe you should spend less time dating
and more time honing your skills, or lack thereof." She finished with a smirk
and slight arch of her back to accentuate her breasts, hitting as many of
Sakura's weak points as possible in one go. Unfortunately, rather than become
cowed by her attack, it only fanned the young girl's flames.
"Bloated pig, how is it not your fault!? You literally attacked me in the
middle of the village with your squad. As in actual assault. I wonder what your
dad would say if he knew you used your clan justu against a comrade?" Ino paled
at that threat but refuse to let it show. Instead she gritted her teeth against
the smile that lifted Sakura's cheek.
"I dare you…" the blonde slowly narrowed her eyes, "because I bet aunty Mebuki
would be just as thrilled to find out how you've actually been spending your
afternoons for the last month." It was a shot in the dark, but she remembered
enough of the stern older woman to know she most likely wouldn't approve of her
daughter getting pounded into a mattress day after day. And judging from the
way Sakura shrank back it only confirmed Ino's suspicions. She smirked at her
return, but only long enough to see the other girl curling her hands into
fists.
The longer they talked the more heated the air between them grew.
Unconsciously, they'd already started to step closer and closer until Sakura
could smell the candy sweet perfume wafting from her rival's throat. It only
incited the rage burning in her belly to grow hotter, feeding strength into her
deceptively thin arms. Arms Ino knew better than to think were weak having seen
firsthand the threat those fists presented.
She'd mocked the other girl's abilities as a ninja, yet against a completely
heterosexual woman her strongest skills were rendered useless. If it really
came down to a straight up fight she could probably match the pinkette in terms
of speed, but if Sakura actually managed grab her and land a hit before she
could escape… The green eyed girl's raw physical strength was way more than
what Ino could hope to handle without at least a broken bone for her troubles.
Before she could stop herself, she found her sandaled foot stepping back on the
packed dirt path of the road.
Sakura took a step forward.
Her clenched fist began to rise, only for Naruto to finally make his presence
known, placing himself between the two and drawing their attention to him. It
might not have been the smartest choice, but he'd started enough fights to know
when one was about to go down. And even if they hadn't noticed the small ring
forming around them as people stopped to see the two about to go at it, he had.
This was getting dangerous on a lot of levels, but he at least could heal from
whatever happened to him.
The two just glared at him as he searched for what to say, never having even
imagined himself in this kind of situation before. Sweat pooled down his cheek
and he swallowed against his dry throat before forcing a smile. "Hey, ah,
guys," he slowly lowered his hands, "maybe, can't we all just try and calm down
a little?" The crowd that had been building around them started to break away
back into the flow of foot traffic in disappointment when it became apparent
there would be no 'cat fight' and he sighed in relief.
Unfortunately, it wouldn't last long.
"I am calm!" they both shouted in unison, only to blink and glare over Naruto's
shoulders at each other as they had been before. Naruto couldn't help but
stare, marveling at just how similar the two really were in every way that
actually mattered.
Sakura huffed, taking a step back to rest a hand against her hip. "But," she
added pointedly, "say I wasn't for just a moment, I think it would be perfectly
understandable considering I just found my ex-boyfriend out on a date with the
conniving bitch that broke us up in the first place." The expletive did not go
unnoticed, and Ino's jaw dropped as her head jerked back. Snapping her mouth
closed her lips pealed back over clenched teeth as Ino returned to her side of
the invisible ring to mirror Sakura's attitude.
Ino sucked her breath in against her teeth, showing a particularly unattractive
expression as she fired back. "And say I wasn't, I think it would be perfectly
understandable considering my date is being interrupted by a flat chested troll
who has no business saying anything about who we choose to see."
‘Not to mention he wasn't doing anything to make her go away,’ she silently
added, too afraid to actually voice that particular annoyance. She knew better
than to give him an ultimatum between her and Sakura, but it didn't make things
any less annoying. She turned that irritation back on her former friend, having
grown tired of seeing her face. Whatever civility she pretended to allow was
gone from her expression as a grave coldness broke the mask of beauty she tried
so hard to uphold.
"Seriously, what are you even doing here?" her emotionless tone made the words
even more harsh than the situation itself. One would be forgiven for thinking
it was impossible that the two were ever close friends. "You don't have any
reason to be this upset, you were the one that said you wanted him to leave you
alone, remember? And you were the one that said you didn't want to date him.
You can't get mad now just because he's starting to see that he can actually do
better." The accusation was just as much of a threat. She felt Naruto stiffen
at the cruel words, but her eyes stared the other girl down, daring her to make
her move. It was time to see just how much she was willing to put on the line,
or if this was just another case of Sakura wishing she was stronger than she
actually was.
Ino's words were everything Sakura had hoped to avoid, and before she could
stop herself her eyes looked towards Naruto, who was now turned to face her.
His eyes were light, and his brow drawn up, apparently just as interested in
her answer as Ino. Unfortunately, his attention only further stressed what she
was already forced to consider.
She had come out with a mission and with the goal in mind of winning back
Naruto, then apologizing for how she had been acting. But, that had been before
she found him out and about with her arch nemesis. There was so much she didn't
know now, too many variables, and she suddenly found herself at a loss for to
how to continue.
There was of course the option of coming clean as she had planned on doing,
pouring her heart out in front of the entire village about her insecurities and
everything that she fought so hard to keep hidden beneath the surface of her
personality. But the cold sweat starting against the small of her back made
clear just what she thought of that plan, and how much courage she really had.
The words were there, right at the back of her throat, just two little
words. "I'm sorry." But they refused to rise, not here, not now, not in front
of Ino and all these other people.
Because if she was wrong, and Naruto really had moved on, the humiliation of
his rejection on top of everything else would destroy her completely.
Her eyes shifted from Naruto to Ino, then back to Naruto as she once again felt
herself caught between the shadows of fear and indecision, the same giants she
struggled to escape all her life. That the two people standing before her had
thus far been the only ones to give her the strength to overcome those personal
demons was not lost on her. Their waiting in anticipation of her answer however
only forced more pressure on her flailing courage, causing her mouth to open
but no words to come out. Finally deciding on her choice, that same fear bore
down into cold anger marked by the glare she aimed towards her former friend,
as well as herself. Hands clenched at her side, she finally found her voice,
and the emotions rolling within her thin frame stressed each letter as they
slipped passed her lips.
"I-I could care less who Naruto wants to see," she managed to force out even
though the pain of those words alone was nearly enough to send her home right
then and there. Without warning, her face angled just enough for the bright
green of her eyes to peer through the long curls of her dark rimmed eyelashes.
The effect wasn't lost on Ino, who immediately took another step back, despite
herself.
"I could care less about him, but you?" she shook her head. "After what you
did, there is no way in hell I'm just going to sit back and let you be happy."
She crossed her arms having set her bags down and lifting her head high as if
in challenge.
All Ino could do was blink.
"Excuse me?" she all but scoffed as she stepped around from behind Naruto.
Mouth open the blonde haired girl absorbed her rival's words, well aware that
they were the biggest load of bullshit she'd ever heard, which was impressive
given how many years she and Kiba had been classmates. That being said, Ino was
forced to realize the pinkette had effectively reversed the situation, and now
it was she who found herself on the defensive.
It was actually a half way decent lie. Yet even if she was dodging the truth,
it didn't change what actually mattered as far as the mind walker was
concerned.
Sakura Haruno, the girl who had never once been able to stand on her own two
feet, and who had always depended on someone else to protect her was standing
her ground and fighting back.
"Well too bad!" Ino took another step forward, meeting the wall of unexpected
stubbornness with a haughty display of her own. "In case you haven't
noticed, we are already on a date," she pointed back towards the young man who
was still stuck staring at the pair in silence. Suddenly thrust in the
spotlight, his blue eyes widened and the sweat on his forehead started down the
nape of his neck.
"See? He already agreed to go on a date with me. It's done, you're too late,
and there is nothing you can do about it," flipping her ponytail over her
shoulder she snorted. "Unless of course you're just planning to annoy us for
the rest of the day, because I can promise you that we aren't going to let you
stop us from have a delightful evening."
Meant to be sarcastic and biting, Ino's Hale Mary came back to bite her on the
ass as Sakura's eyes widened with realization. The blonde backtracked
immediately, only then realizing her mistake. "No," she shook her head in
denial, but the dark smile had already started to stretch across Sakura's pale
cheeks. "You wouldn't," she knew deep down that Sakura would. Even if it seemed
childish, if it meant making sure nothing 'romantic' happened between her and
Naruto, Sakura was willing to make the sacrifice.
It was petty, but given what she herself had done to quite literally steal
Naruto out from… under her, she would be lying if she said she wouldn't have
done the same thing. After all, she had written the book for how to make
another girl's life miserable for crossing you, and had done similar things in
the past.
"Seems like you've made it pretty clear what is and isn't allowed anymore."
Sakura's confidence tripled at the sight of Ino's flailing attempts to regain
her ground, and while she wasn't sure what it was, she could feel something
good welling within her at seeing the always confident teen trembling in barely
restrained fury. "You stole my body and seduced my boyfriend, so I think
turnabout is only fair. You started this war and now you have to deal with the
consequences."
Ino could do nothing but glare at her rival, idly wondering if she had always
been this annoying, or if this was yet another side effect of spending so much
time around her blond teammate. She could already see Sakura had all but thrown
off her shame, determined to interrupt them at all the best moments. It's not
like she could technically stop her either, not unless she wanted to fight
her…and she already knew how that would turn out. Suddenly, it was like her
entire day was going down the drain after it had finally started looking up.
"But…" her expression trembled, and before she could stop herself she found her
eyes turning towards her date for help. Knowing that it was a mistake even
before he opened his mouth.
Naruto blinked at his date, and again as Sakura followed suit, waiting to hear
his response and to see which side he would take. Honestly, he was lucky to
have been able to stay out of their argument for this long. But feeling his
heart rate speed up and a cold sensation settle in his gut, he found himself
struggling as to what to do in this little struggle.
He couldn’t tell Sakura to leave. He just… that wasn't going to happen. He
didn't care if this was to get back at Ino or him or whatever. Not more than
the fact he was actually hearing her voice after what felt like so long. She
was talking to him, or, well, Ino, but she was looking at him! And if he got to
spend more time with her then maybe it could lead to talking, which could lead
to forgiving, which could lead to… something? Something good? Something better
than what they had now at least? Even if she said it herself that she didn't
care who he was with, he wanted to be friends with her, which is why it was so
hard knowing that he couldn't invite the pink haired girl along with them.
He was on a date with another girl. A girl he'd accidently brainwashed into
loving him and rendered incapable of loving anyone else, true, but a girl he'd
just found a semblance of a connection with. A girl who, not even ten minutes
ago he'd been kissing and touching and marveling at how incredible she was
while she was doing the same to him! It wasn't even really about guilt any
more, at least not entirely. He likedIno; enough that he wanted to see where
these emotions could go given enough time. But his feelings for Sakura were
already there and he already loved her, which brought him to the core of his
issue.
He needed to hurt one of them, right here and right now. So did he take
the possible chance with the girl he loved who didn't love him back, or did he
pick the sure thing that he didn't love yet, but might, and who he knew already
cared about him more than Sakura had ever shown? It was an impossible decision
for the fifteen year old boy to make, and one that grew even more impossible as
time stretched and the pair of girls continued to stare him into the floor
waiting for his answer. Until finally, an epiphany…
A gasp rose from his chest and his eyes widened as he realized that maybe he
was thinking about this all wrong! Maybe he needed to consider what each
girl wanted from him rather than what they were asking of him. With Sakura, all
she was saying was that she wanted to come along with them on their date. She
also wanted to ruin their date, but he could keep her from doing anything too
bad. What was important in his mind was that she got to come with them, which
actually didn't directly interfere with Ino's plans. After all, what she wanted
was for the two of them to get to know each other better. She wanted a chance
for them to talk and hang out, along with other things but he wouldn't think
about those right now.
What was important was that he could give them what they both wanted and make
both of them happy.
His thoughts now settled, he narrowed his eyes into a determined expression as
he looked between the girls. Finally settling on Sakura, he moved to
voluntarily pull Ino closer against his side. "Sakura," he started, his voice
surprisingly firm. The pink haired girl flinched back at his tone, fear coming
to life in the face of his rejection. "Me and Ino are on a date, and you need
to respect that."
Chastised by Naruto Uzumaki of all people, on respect of all things? Shame
flushed through Sakura's features. In contrast, Ino turned a shocked expression
up at his cool expression. Blinking, the warmth she experienced while in
Sakura's body returned, gentle but firm, and without any of the bitter jealousy
to taint the experience. And then… he turned his attention to her, his face
still just as impassive.
"Ino, Sakura is my teammate, and if we do start dating or even if we decide to
just stay friends I want you to get along. And since Sakura said she wanted
things to go back to the way they used to be between you, it just makes even
more sense." THAT earned a sharp look and raised brow from the blonde who
looked at her rival with disbelief. Sakura responded with a fresh blush, hating
that Naruto had brought up that particular conversation now of all times.
"That… that was before…" the pink haired girl finally mumbled. Before she and
Naruto had broken up, before her rival had stolen her body and used it to ruin
her relationship. Her answer calmed Ino, who for a moment looked as though the
entire world had turned upside down.
Naruto continued ignoring both. "I don't care. If nothing else, Ino is my
friend, and Sakura is my friend, and that means both of you are going to be
seeing each other enough that I don't want you fighting. Which is why…" he took
a deep breath, "I think Sakura should come with us." In a comical display,
Ino's hopeful expression crashed into the floor while Sakura's downturned
features jumped up in surprise.
"This is still our date," Naruto quickly reassured, the nervousness he'd been
trying to keep at bay finally seeping through his mask. "We're just going to
let Sakura come along is all. We can still have a great time and this way
everyone can learn to get along!" Both girls stared at him, only this time it
was they who didn't know what to say. Ino especially struggled, hating how
things had devolved but nowhere nearly as much as she hated that she couldn't
even argue against it. It had been her suggestion that they just go out to get
to know each other better after all…
Sakura was inclined to agree with her thoughts, for once. He and Ino were
friends? Since when?! It was almost worse than when she thought they were just
physical, and she struggled to understand how such a nice guy like Naruto could
find anything redeemable about a girl like Ino.
Well, despite the obvious of that she had been grinding against his arm the
last fifteen minutes. So, she decided to just ask him just that.
"Why?" she shook her head, pink hair swaying in the breeze. "Why would you ever
want to be friends with her? She's the reason everything happened, why
everything was ruined between us. How could you do anything but blame her?"
Blame her like she had; hate her like she still did! Naruto's eyes widened at
the question, and he found himself turning to glance at Ino who did nothing but
glare daggers at her rival.
Rather than look confused or rueful, Naruto surprised them both with a saddened
expression. Although, it was not for any of the reasons they might have
thought.
It was so simple to forget the part he had to play in everything that had
happened that day. How his power had been responsible for almost everything. At
the time, it had been easy to mistake Ino's lack of interest as Sakura's usual
begrudging acceptance, and it was so easy to forget that he'd been the one to
push her towards what Sakura had found them in. First the kiss, then the
shower, and then everything that followed had been due to him pushing things
like he always did.
Sakura thought that it had all been her rival's fault, that she'd taken her
body for the sole purpose of sleeping with her boyfriend. And the worst part
was, there wasn't even a way for him to make what had really happened clear to
her. The best he could do was try and mend what he'd broken, conveying the
emotion through his eyes as he answered Sakura's sharp question.
"I think everyone made mistakes that day," he answered with a soft tone. "I'll
take my fair share of the blame, I know I deserve it. But if I've learned
anything, if life has taught me anything, it's that holding a grudge and hating
people who only want to hurt you is exhausting and not worth it. But people
also make mistakes, some they can't take back. When that happens, all you can
do is decide if they were too big to move on from, or if you still want them to
be a part of your life."
Maybe his experience in what he was talking about shown through his eyes enough
to convince her, or maybe Sakura's rage had already abated over the last week.
For whatever reason, her glare slowly died leaving a trace mix of sadness,
shame, and oddly enough, determination.
She wasn't convinced, not entirely. But she could see where he was coming from
at least enough to understand what he was saying. As much as she agonized over
what had happened, in the end there really were only two choices left for her.
Leave and let go of anything that might be, or fight as hard as she could for
everything that could be. It was a small solace, but one she thought she needed
regardless of the outcome.
For once in her life, she wanted to look back on something and know she did
everything she could, that she fought until there was nothing left to fight
for. She was tired of giving up, tired of seeing everything she wanted pass her
by, and she was tired of depending on other people. There would be no more
backing down and no more telling herself that this was just the way things
were.
"Okay," she nodded in understanding of her situation. Looking to Naruto first,
though when her gaze shifted towards the second blonde her eyes still stung
with distrust and no small amount of challenge. "I'll be good as long as she
is. We're just three friends hanging out and getting along. Is that alright
with you, Ino?" she made sure to stress her former friend's name, showing just
how amicable she could be.
Said blonde naturally rose to the occasion.
"The more the merrier," her voice dripped with sugar, contrasting against the
clear and pointed stare currently doing its best to stab the other girl through
her stupid pink head. "If Naruto wants us to get along then I think it's high
time we put the past behind us and started over. I for one can't wait until
we're all the best of friends, Sakura." Ino returned the favor, eliciting a
spark between their stares that belied anything but cooperation.
Poor, gullible Naruto continued to smile at what he was seeing, simply happy to
take both girls at their word rather than their intent.
"Thanks guys!" he stepped towards them both and put his hands behind his head.
"Having more friends is always great, right?" His face twisted into a laugh as
he was allowed to breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe this could actually turn out
alright? He always had been the foolish kind of hopeful. But in a way, it's
what made him so endearing. Who else but Naruto could look at his situation and
see anything but the start of a much longer and dangerous battle?
"Hey, Sakura! Me and Ino were about to go check out some fancy sushi place, you
hungry?" Ino frowned at the free invitation but knew better than to throw a
tantrum when standing on thin ice. Sakura was in it for the long haul and now
it was time for her to play the good little girl her daddy saw when she skipped
into the kitchen each week to ask for her allowance.
"The best in town," Ino smiled pleasantly, only her eyes belying her
reluctance. "You still like fish, right? You have to try the fugu, it's to die
for," "Hopefully literally," went unsaid in the same surgery tone. Sakura
returned her rivals expression, her tone no less pleasant as she politely
offered a counter proposal by bringing out the big guns without a shred of
remorse.
"Actually," she started, and pretended to think for a minute while Ino went on
guard, "I'm kind of in the mood for something a little more… simple." She
turned to Naruto, completely innocent in the way she tilted her head and tapped
her bottom lip with one finger. "Would either of you mind if we ate at
Ichiraku's? I mean, I'm fine with whatever plans you two had, I just wanted to
see if either of you were interested?" Allowing the smallest of smiles to twist
the edge of her cherry pink lips her gaze peeked towards a cautious Ino who
didn't know how to respond right away.
Naruto, however, had no such issues.
"Ichiraku's!" Sakura had to suppress a giggle at his reaction, his head perked
up almost like a dog just at hearing the name alone. "Wait, no way, I thought
you said you hated them?" He seemed at war with himself as to whether he should
be excited or suspicious by this turn of events. The pink haired girl just
shrugged her shoulders, shifting her green eyes in a dispassionate way despite
soaking up his attention like a sunflower on a hot summer afternoon.
"What can I say? It's been a while and I guess it grew on me a bit. But if you
guys would rather have sushi…" she trailed off, already knowing she'd won this
round. She wasn't disappointed as Naruto suddenly whipped around to face Ino
wearing a pitiful expression begging for her to agree.
Now it was Ino's turn to stare as she struggled to understand just what was
happening here. Ichiraku's? The name sounded…familiar but she couldn't quite
remember why. Obviously it was somewhere to eat, but beyond that she was
clueless. Feeling left out was never a great experience, even less so in this
situation where she could feel her rival stealing control from her. Still if
she'd learned anything it was better to fake confidence than admit ignorance.
"Um," she stammered, her cool mask slipping for a moment before she collected
herself. Being perfectly honest, she didn't really care where they ate, she was
just trying to impress the blond boy like she had when she picked out and paid
for their clothes, flaunting everything she had to offer him. The only thing
that gave her pause now was that Sakura had been the one to suggest it. And of
course any thought of shooting her idea down was thrown away the moment she saw
her date's hopeful pleading expression. "Sure!" she immediately agreed,
laughing away whatever feelings of unease tried to crawl up her spine. "I'm up
for whatever, just as long as everyone's happy." At this last bit her
expression shifted towards Sakura who'd allowed her devious expression to show
from behind Naruto's oblivious shoulder.
Ino wasn't able to retaliate while directly under Naruto's stare, but that
quickly shifted as he let loose an excited cheer at the change in direction
their evening had taken. Pumping his fist in the air, he didn't hesitate to
start down the path towards the familiar stall, careful not to leave his two
lady friends behind while still politely (for Naruto) encouraging them to
hurry. Both young women quickly started after his waiting expression, allowing
him to turn back and hurry towards his favorite eatery.
Watching him, Ino's confused expression shifted as soon as Sakura slipped next
to her, matching her pace after retrieving the bags she had set down earlier
and wearing an expression the blonde had never seen on her usually nervous
face. Whatever it was, it was strangely…familiar, extremely familiar actually
but she couldn't place where she had seen it before. If she had to describe it
in a single word, she would say that her former friend appeared… confident,
almost but not quite intimidating. Something that by itself was enough to
warrant a wide expression of her own. Then she opened her mouth, and spoke with
an even more eerily familiar tone of voice.
"I'm not the same girl you knew," her words were hushed, just barely loud
enough to be heard over the din of the village while low enough to go unnoticed
by the boy still marching twelve paces ahead. Her eyes facing forward, she
didn't even bother looking at Ino as she continued, "I'm telling you now so you
can't say you were cheated or have any other excuse. Don't expect the same
little girl who couldn't do anything without your help and who just gave up all
the time."
Now looking at Ino, the pressure behind her spirit weighed even more as the
blonde swallowed against her throat. "I might not be from a rich family, or
have your curves, but I've been putting up with Naruto since our first year at
the academy, I've been on his team for three months, and dated him for over a
month, so I know him. I know more about him then you ever could just from
jumping in bed with him, and I'm going to use everything I have to win him
back. You might have always been better than me at everything else, but when it
comes to loving Naruto, no one will ever beat me."
Glancing back towards Naruto's easy gait and relaxed posture, Ino could see he
hadn't noticed what was going on behind him. Taking a deep breath, she schooled
her features back into the same mask of confident perfection she always wore in
the face of a challenge.
Her blue orbs turned to meet Sakura's, her will lashing out in an attempt to
dominate the competing female. "Sounding a little overconfident there,
Forehead." She kept her voice quiet, although her mocking rang clear as a bell.
"You forgot I'll have the rest of our lives to get to know Naruto-kun better.
Unfortunately for you, all the time in the world won't help you grow a pair of
breasts. Whatever chance you thought you had has long since passed, and now
it's my time to shine. Don't think I'll go easy on you just because of what's
happened. Love is war, and there are only two rules when it comes to war."
"First, the strong win and the weak lose."
Without another word, Ino broke their staring contest to reach for her skirt,
and then loosened the cloth belt pulling the material against her tiny waist.
Her steps continued uninterrupted as she started to roll the material onto
itself, slowly drawing the hem swishing along her calves, then her knees higher
and higher. Soon, the impressive length of her smooth, pale legs was almost
completely bared, the bottom of her dress reaching just a few inches lower than
mid thigh. Only then did she tighten her belt, pinning the cloth in place.
Sakura watched all of this with her jaw dropping at the shameless display.
Ino just smirked.
"And second, you are only as strong as your weapons." Flipping her hair over
her shoulder, she didn't spare the other girl another glance as she rushed
forward to meet Naruto's excited pace. Her arms quickly finding themselves
wrapped around his as they had been earlier while she hugged herself to him as
tightly as possible. Sakura watched it all silently fuming, but knew better
then to act on impulse. Ino only had so many cards to play after all, powerful
as they might be. But Sakura had a few up her own sleeve, and allowed the
tactical aspect of her brain to play out their evening as she would over any
pre-mission briefing.
She was already several moves ahead of the blonde after all. Even better, she
didn't need her team to knock out and tie Ino up to crash her date,
Naruto invited her, and not because she tricked him by pretending to be someone
else. She also knew that she didn't have to dress like an Academy dropout
posing for a Playninja centerfold to catch his attention.
Ino might have gotten the highest scores in the preliminary seduction courses
offered to pre-graduates, but no one in their class came close to touching her
marks for battle planning and strategy. She welcomed her friend to flirt as
much as she liked, because by the end of the night Sakura felt confident that
it would be the last time she would ever have the pleasure of hanging off
Naruto's arm.
That was a promise.
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A/N: That’s all for this month. Just letting you know, there is only going to
be about two more chapters in this arc before we move onto wave. I know the
buildup has been slow and a few of you are getting frustrated by the lack of
smut. But that’s the way I like to write. There are a lot of other stories that
jump straight into the action without any kind of reasoning or plot but I’ve
always enjoyed those types of scenes more when I understand the context and
reasoning behind their relationships past, I’m horny. However you feel, don’t
be afraid to leave a comment or review. I’m always happy to get feedback. Thank
you all in advance.
Next chapter: February – Naruto finds himself on a date with two women who both
vie for his affection. If a battle of the heart and neither are willing to back
down this time, determined to settle things between them once and for all.
Between blond beauty and ruthless strategy, who will capture his heart? And
most importantly, how will Naruto handle breaking one woman’s heart? He can
only ride the middle road for so long. But then, he’s not called the most
unpredictable knucklehead for no reason…
End Notes
     A/N: Here is the list of girls I have under consideration. At the
     moment this list is kept pre-Shippuden. NO original characters.
     Everyone listed below has appeared in the anime or manga at least
     once.
     Girls: Sakura, Ino, Hinata, TenTen, Kurenai, Mebuki Haruno, Ino’s
     mother, Mikoto Uchiha, Tsume Inuzuka, Hana Inuzuka, Natsu Hyuga,
     Shizune, Tsunami, Temari, and Kin.
     A/Ncont: if you have any other women you’d like to see, let me know.
     But I will say right now that I will not be including Tsunade,
     Choji’s mom, or Kushina. Tsunade is old, Choji’s mom is fat, and
     Kushina breaks the plot. I may consider gender bending. MAYBE. I will
     try and get the next chapter done soon.
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