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Red Light Kunoichi	By : DragonKnightRyu Category: Naruto AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 21390 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 1: Chapter 1: A True Kunoichi

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AN: Alright listen up, this is a LEMON with plot story! Meaning no one under 18 should be reading this! Don't like that, don't read this. Not all chapters will have lemons, but chances are, many of them will!
Alright, next up as I really don't want to cross over into pedophillia I am going to be changing around the ages of the Academy students and genins, I'm having it where the students are ten when they are enrolled and sixteen when they graduate, don't like that, please call the 'I don't give a shit' line at 1800-555-5555 and file your complaints with them.
Now, ON WITH THE SHOW!... Story!... Literature of a fictional nature!... Written words that may or may not have a hidden meaning meant to influence the minds of others into doing my bidding!...
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Please ignore that last one as it is completely untrue and I would never betray the trust of my loyal readers... or would I?
Chapter One: A True Kunoichi
Kunoichi: The female counterpart to the ninja. Although trained in the basics of ninjutsu, the training of the kunoichi focused on the less tangible aspects of warfare - psychology, intuition, and manipulation. The most reliable forms of attack for the kunoichi were surprise attacks to fleshy spots or pressure points, often utilising hidden blades or ornate hairpins, or even musical instruments or sex toys that were hidden as or could be transformed into weapons.
It seemed that to many of the shinobi who had actually reached the age of retirement that many of the current Kunoichi had forgotten the roots of their profession, while they had the upmost respect for ones like Tsunade Senju who was paving new ground for Iryo-nin or rising stars like Kurenai Yuuhi, a chunin genjutsu specialist, it seemed to them that the younger Kunoichi were only interested in using those roots to catch their 'Prince Charming' all the while remaining ignorant of the real truth of being a Kunoichi.
However, deep in the Red Light District of the Shinobi Village Konohagakure, a young orphan girl, abandoned by the orphanage and left to fend for herself in the harshest district within the shinobi village. What this girl didn't know, however, is that a large destiny awaited her. A destiny that would show the world once again what a true Kunoichi was capable of: Destroying entire countries with a single strike, drawing out information with a flutter to the eyelashes, and striking with deadly poison while the target is sleeping off his orgasm.
Konohagakure, Six Years after the Kyuubi Attack
"So hungry..." A young girl groaned as she held her thin stomach that was barely covered by a ratty looking shirt that fell to her knees and was full of stains and holes. The girls hair color seemed to be indistinguishable from the amount of mud that clung to it forcing it down onto her scalp while her cobalt blue eyes were dulled by sadness and depression. Her haggard and tired face was covered in dirt and red streaks that may have been blood covering up any of her distinguishing features.
She staggered through the alley hoping to find the trash bin for a restaurant to rummage for, hopefully, not too rotten food to eat.
She didn't get far, however, as her foot slipped on an unseen rock that sent her tumbling to the ground, causing her to weakly cry out in pain.
Clawing at the ground the girl refused to give up as she started to drag herself forward, drawing her feet up underneath herself and grabbed onto the edge of a trash bin to pull herself up to her feet only for the bin to capsize, causing a tremendous clatter as it spilled on top of her.
Tears began to build up in the young girl's eyes as a feeling of helplessness washed over her. close. 'I'm going to die... aren't I?' She thought as her eyelids began to feel heavy as they began to droop
Just as the darkness started to consume her vision, she was able to see the outline of a person over her leaning down before before she felt the trach bin being removed and a comforting warmth surrounded her and sent her off into unconsciousness.
A few minutes earlier
It was a rather average evening for the Geisha house of the Red Light District called the 'Ma Koyo(Crimson Leaf)'. The regular customers trickled in and out, either coming for a lay with their favorite girl or to find someone to listen to their sorrows as they drowned said sorrows in sake.
The Ma Koyo was not a Geisha House like those in the richer parts of the village, where the true Geisha's resided. The geisha of the Ma Koyo, while performing the same duties as a regular geisha, acted more like prostitutes, selling pleasure for money.
Despite the rough nature of many of their clients, the Ma Koyo very rarely had any trouble in regards to the girls well being due to the fact that many of the girls were actually former Kunoichi, whether they were Academy dropouts or were rolled out of the program for whatever reason. Not to mention that the Matron who ran the place, Makoto Esui, or Makoto-sobo(grandmother), was once a very well known kunoichi.
She often resided in the back of Ma Koyo, managing the books and accounts or helping the cooks in the kitchen, sometimes she would entertain VIP guests that came in, but for the most part, if she was unseen by the customers, they knew all was good in the Ma Koyo, if she was seen the place was cleared out, her rage was legendary in the Red Light District.
Her face was wizened with age and her hair was a dark grey color, but her dark brown eyes still showed her hidden strength and resolve. She wore a rather simple looking light brown kimono with crimson leaf patterns and a red obi.
She had been in the back rooms taking inventory when a loud clatter from the alleyway caused her to jolt slightly as she nearly threw a chakra enhanced kunai through the door. She opened the door to see what had happened when she spotted her, it was a small child, no older than six, collapsed on the ground underneath the trash bin and its contents. Rushing forward she lifted the bin off of the child and crouched down over her.
"Akasui-chan!" She called out, getting the attention of one of the Maiko's, who came out and gasped as she saw a child. "Prepare a room for her and draw some hot water so that we may clean her."
"Of course Makoto-sobo," Akasui, a rather attractive young woman who had her face painted with her black hair drawn up in a bun that had a pair of chopsticks holding it wearing a bright and colorful kimono, replied with a bow before rushing into the building to carry out her orders.
Makoto bent down and gathered the child in her arms and stood back up, a rather pronounced frown on her face as she felt how light she was and how easily she could feel the bones. Marching into the building she took the child up to the third floor of the Geisha house that contained the rooms for those who didn't have a place to stay and found Akasui waiting outside of a door holding it open for Makoto. "See if you can find something for the child to wear," She told the woman as she set the child down on the Futon. "Then have a plate of food sent up."
"Of course Makoto-sobo." Akasui replied with a bow before heading off to fulfill the request.
Makoto busied herself by using the cloth and hot water to clean the girl after removing the filthy shirt from her. She had to stifle down her rage as when she wiped away the grime from the child, even in the Red Light District children were never left in such a condition like this girl. Her arms were thin and bony, her ribs were visible, and her stomach looked almost concave showing just how malnourished she was.
'Who would allow this to happen to a child?' She thought as an anger began to simmer inside of her. Lifting up the child's head she began to work the grime away from her cheeks when she spotted smooth skin marred only by a trio of whisker like markings. 'These are...' She thought, her eyes widening as she quickly wiped the grime away from the other cheek and spotted another trio of whisker like marks. 'That explains much.'
She didn't stop in her ministrations as she finished off cleaning the child's face and moved onto her hair, slowly revealing the child's crimson red locks of hair. "Makoto-sobo," Akasui called out, alerting the woman to her presence as she entered. "I have the clothing and food here."
"Thank you Akasui-chan." Makoto said as she finished cleaning the child and slipped the simple white Yukata that Akasui brought her on before pulling the blankets up over the child to keep her warm. "I think we may be having a new Maiko here at Ma Koyo when she awakes."
Akasui blinked and looked more closely at the child before lightly gasping. "She's..." She whispered in shock before Makoto pinned her with a harsh look.
"Simply a child who has, unwillingly, had a large burden placed upon her," Makoto informed curtly. "You will do to remember that the Yondaime's work is unparalleled."
Akasui recovered her composure and bowed slightly. "Of course, Makoto-sobo," she agreed quickly. "I was just... surprised is all."
"I hope so," Makoto replied brusquely. "Stay with her and feed her when she awakes, call me when she does awake."
"Yes, Makoto-sobo." Akasui agreed with another bow, kneeling down next to the child as Makoto left.
Later that Night
'It's... warm...' Was the thought drifting through the child's mind as she began to regain consciousness. 'Is this... heaven?'
Her eyes fluttered as she slowly opened them wincing slightly as light hit them. "Oh, you're awake," A soft voice whispered next to her before she heard the rustle of cloth as someone moved and slid a door open.
The child opened her eyes further she heard some hushed whispers before soft footsteps informed her of the speaker returning. Looking up, she spotted a woman wearing a rather colorful looking traditional Kimono with a heavily painted face smiling down at her as she knelt down. "Are you in any pain, child?" The woman asked softly her voice full of warmth.
The child blinked a few times before looking around the room. "W... where am I?" She asked warily. "W... Who are you?"
"My name is Akasui Minachi," The woman replied. "Can you tell me yours?"
"N... Naru Uzumaki..." Naru replied as she blinked a few times before a pang of hunger hit her.
"You must be terribly hungry," Akasui said as if she read Naru's mind and reached to the side to pick up a small lap table and set it beside Naru. "I have some food here for you to eat, please, eat your fill."
With some aid from Akasui, Naru sat up, marvelling at her now clean skin and the white Yukata she was wearing before the smell of the food and her stomach took over, and she began to eat away at the meal that was provided to her.
Akasui hid a smile as she watched Naru ravenously consume her meal behind her kimono sleeve before a frown flickered over her face. A knock at the door caused both of them to look up as the door slid open to reveal Makoto. Akasui gracefully slid to her feet and bowed. "Makoto-sobo." She greeted as Naru nervously fiddled with her utensils.
"Please, keep eating, child," Makoto urged with a kindly smile as she entered the room. "You need the food more than manners right now."
"Ah, thank you." Naru mumbled nervously. "Umm..."
"Call me Makoto-sobo, everyone else does," Makoto said sounding like a grandmother. "Can you tell me your name child?"
"N... Naru Uzumaki..." Naru stated for a second time as she nervously kept eating.
"Now that is a cute name for you," Makoto said with a smile, making a blush rise up onto Naru's cheeks. "Tell me Naru-chan, who is your caretaker?"
Naru blinked in confusion as she tilted her head. "What's a caretaker?" She asked, confused.
Akasui and Makoto exchange a sad look before the elderly woman answered. "A caretaker is someone who is supposed to be taking care of young children like you, Naru-chan," Makoto answered gently, keeping her anger out of her voice. "Tell me Naru-chan, was there anyone like that?"
Naru thought for a minute before shaking her head. "I don't really remember," She admitted sadly. "I was thrown out of the orphanage a long time ago..."
Makoto frowned for a second. To a child a single day could be considered a long time. "I see, where do you sleep?" She asked, hoping to prod more information out of the child.
"A tree I found," Naru informed as she started to eat again. "It's hollow on the inside... but it gets cold sometimes..."
"I see, would you like to stay somewhere warm, Naru-chan?" Makoto asked, getting the girl's attention. "Not only that, but you would be able to eat good food like this regularly and be able to get some real clothing and a bunch of Nee-chans to look after you."
"Really? Where?" Naru asked in barely contained excitement.
"Why, here, of course!" Makoto declared with a beaming smile as Naru stared at her, awestruck. "Now, I will need your help around here when I think you are healthy enough for it."
"You... you'll let me stay here?" Naru questioned, her eyes wide as tears began to build up.
"Of course you can, Naru-chan," Makoto assured kindly, cupping Naru's cheeks in her hands. "You deserve a family, child, and I swear, you will never go hungry, and nor will you need anything should you live with us, and I will be damned if harm comes to you, Naru-chan."
Naru sniffled for a second, trying to contain her tears, before failing as she lunged at the old woman, threw her arms around her, and sobbed into her chest as tears of happiness spilled from her eyes.
"There there, Naru-chan, there there," Makoto soothed softly as she embraced the child. "Let it all out, Makoto-sobo is here for you now."
And let it out Naru did as she cried herself to sleep, all the while Makoto held and comforted her, even as Naru slept she continued to comfort the child, chasing away any night terrors that would think to creep up on the child's dreams.
Four Years later, Naru's Age: Ten
Ma Koyo Geisha House
"You called me, Makoto-sobo?" A ten year old Naru Uzumaki called out as she ran up to her caretaker, and easily the most precious person to Naru in the whole world, at her office.
"I did, Naru-chan," Makoto informed, smiling at her adopted granddaughter, the last four years have been good for the girl, no longer was she a wisp of a girl just on the edge of death from starvation, she was now on the cusp of entering her womanhood, and actually looked her age with 'meat on her bones', as some of the regular customers said. "I called you here, because I wanted to speak to you about a rather important decision on your future."
Naru swallowed nervously as she shifted from foot to foot, squirming under the elder woman's gaze. "Tell me Naru-chan, what do you know about Kunoichi?" She asked with a gentle smile.
"Umm... Kunoichi are mainly used for assassination and infiltration, in particular using womanly charms to attract your target and kill them when they are the most vulnerable." Naru replied after a moment of thought. "Although lately, some have been branching off into other specialties, like Iryo-nin and even some weapon specialists are popping up. Although these days more and more kunoichi are considered nothing more than annoying cannon fodder as they are fangirls."
Makoto nodded her confirmation as she brought out a small stack of papers. "Naru-chan," she started with a heavy sigh. "There are very few opportunities for those who grow up in the Red Light District to move beyond here, the easiest way to do that is to become a ninja of Konoha, now this is the question I want to ask you Naru-chan, do you wish to become a Geisha of Ma Koyo and remain here for the rest of your life, or do you want to become a kunoichi of Konoha?"
Naru blinked in surprise at Makoto's question and bit her her lower lip in response. On the one hand, the Ma Koyo was her home, it was all she knew and everyone she loved was here, but on the other hand, she had grown up listening to the former kunoichi and some of the shinobi who frequented the bar talk about their adventures and misadventures outside of Konoha speaking of dangerous battles and close calls made her want to try and become a kunoichi herself.
"Makoto-sobo, I... I love it here, everyone here is so nice to me, and no one glares at me or ignores me, I love you and my nee-chans here, but..." she explained, trailing off as she looked out the window that was pointing straight out at the impressive Hokage Mountain. "But... I want to show everyone who glared at me... everyone who spat and sneered and ignored me, I want to show them all just what I can do, protecting them as a Kunoichi of Konohagakure."
Makoto smiled proudly as she felt some tears of pride build up in her eyes and held her arms open and engulfed the young girl in them. "Oh, Naru-chan," She whispered allowing the girl to hear just how proud she was. "I promise you, I will teach you everything I can on how to be a true kunoichi of Konoha."
Naru blinked back her tears of happiness as she smiled. "I'll make you proud, Makoto-sobo." She assured, hugging the woman back. "I'll make everyone here proud."
Next Week, outside of the Academy
A girl around ten years of age was making her way to the Konoha Ninja Academy, excited about taking her first step on the road to being a Kunoichi. She had dark brown hair, which fell down to the middle of her back and was styled into a ponytail, and bright amethyst eyes.
The girl was looking forward to training to become a Kunoichi, as it was another step along her dream of becoming a swordswoman whose skill equaled, or even surpassed, that of the Seven Swordsmen of Kiri.
A series of loud squeals caused her to flinch, and she looked in their direction to see a horde of girls her age surrounding Sasuke Uchiha, the only survivor of the Uchiha Massacre.
She groaned. "Fangirls. Ugh. Not only do they shame Kunoichi everywhere, but you always see them chasing and trying to get into the pants of men-never women."
She never understood that, because to her, the thought of being anything more than friends with a guy was anathema. That wasn't to say she didn't have any crushes-but the objects of her affection were almost always female, and she made sure to never let it reach Fangirl level.
She was hopeful that she wasn't the only non-fangirl in her class, otherwise she might just lose her mind...
"Just wonderful," A voice muttered behind her and to her right said causing her to look over her shoulder to spot a girl about her age, she had crimson red hair that was was pulled into a bun on the back of her head with a few strands of hair dropping down her back in a ponytail and had a pair of senbon holding the bun together, she was wearing a rather simple dark red kimono that allowed for extensive movements and showed quite a bit of skin while doing so. "Makoto-sobo was right about those fangirls, they'll bust your eardrums."
"I know," the brunette replied. "And I can't understand why they always want to chase after guys, especially ones like the Uchiha. I mean, yeah, he's decent to look at, but..."
"Eh, his brother was the better looking one," the redette replied with a shrug. "Want to know a secret though? Broody types suck in the sack."
The brunette chuckled. "I doubt I'll ever find out for myself-I don't swing that way, and don't ever intend to swing that way." Her expression turned thoughtful. "By the way, may I ask how you know that little... secret?"
The redette smirked. "You'd be surprised what you learn growing up in a low-class geisha house," she alluded. "That and they have zero personality, a big indicator that they just care about their own pleasure, interestingly enough, it also makes them so easy to manipulate."
"Ah," the brunette replied. "That does make sense." She then extended a hand to the redette. "My name is Hitomi Yamato, and I wouldn't mind finding out what... other things you learned in that Geisha House first-hand."
"Naru Uzumaki," Naru replied in response, taking the hand before smiling sultrily as her voice turned husky and lustful. "And I would be glad to show you sometime."
Hitomi smiled slightly, even as a slight blush darkened her cheeks. "I look forward to that, Naru-chan," she said.
Naru let out a throaty chuckle as they started to head into the Academy. "I think you and I will get along just fine, Hitomi-chan," she said in a husky whisper that made Hitomi shudder before returning her voice to normal. "Oh how I'm going to love teasing you, Hitomi-chan, it'll be ever so much fun."
Hitomi chuckled slightly. "Careful, Naru-chan-my goal is to one day become a swordswoman as skilled as the Seven Swordsmen of Kiri, if not more skilled than they are. Might not be a good idea for you to tease metoo much..."
"Nah, you love me too much to hurt me," Naru stated confidently before adopting a thoughtful expression. "Unless that's what you're into, then it should be fun!"
Hitomi laughed, even as her blush deepened. "Naru-chan," she said, "I get the feeling that our stay at the Academy isn't going to be boring at all."
Naru laughed merrily as she looped an arm around Hitomi's neck. "It's never boring around me, Hitomi-chan," she assured. "Chaos likes to follow me, trying to get into my bed like an obsessed Uchiha."
Hitomi smiled, even as she grabbed a hold of the hand on her shoulder and interlaced her fingers with Naru's. "I'm looking forward to seeing what Chaos you can get into, Naru-chan," she said. "...And I might join you in that, as well."
Three Years Later, Ma Koyo Geisha House
A thirteen-year-old Naru Uzumaki walked through the hallways of Ma Koyo, dressed in the Maiko uniform with the traditional face paint covering her face, even with her training at the Academy she was still working at the Ma Koyo as a Maiko in order to train her skills of seduction and prodding for information without alerting suspicion.
A giggle made her way through her throat as she thought of her day at the Academy, her and Hitomi had ended up playing a rather fun prank on one Sasuke Uchiha that left him dressed as a 'working girl' of the Red Light District, he was just lucky that Hitomi managed to convince Naru not to drop him off in said district.
She regained her composure as she came upon the door to the room of her client, she was occasionally allowed to work on her own without one of the older geisha's present if a customer requested her personally, like this one did. She knelt down outside the door and slid it open and bowed. "Honored Guest, I welcome you." She greeted respectfully, making her voice sultry. "I am Naru Uzumaki, and I thank you for choosing me as your entertainment this evening."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Naru-chan," a strong voice greeted, looking up Naru saw a bear of a man with a long mane of spiky white hair tied back into a ponytail, with two shoulder-length bangs that framed both sides of his face. He also had red lines that ran down from his eyes and wore a horned forehead protector with the kanji for 'Oil' and was wearing a green short shirt kimono and matching pants; under which he wore mesh armour that showed out of the sleeves and legs of his outfit. His outfit was completed with hand guards, a simple black belt, traditional geta and a red haori with two yellow circles on each side, next to him was a rather large scroll. "Makoto-sobo speaks highly of you as a potential Kunoichi."
"I only hope that I can do her training proud, Honored Guest." Naru replied respectfully as she entered the room, knelt down next to the tea set, and started the tea ceremony for her guest. "She has, after all, given me a home to call my own."
The guest nodded his understanding as he watched her move through the tea ceremony. "Makoto-sobo also informed me that you were interested in the art of fuuinjutsu," he informed. "How much have you learned so far?"
"I have learned how to create storage seals and how to make explosive tags, as well as how to inscribe seals onto senbon." Naru explained politely to the guest, this wasn't actually all that odd of a thing actually, most of the time those going to a Geisha House, even one operating in the Red Light District, are actually looking for someone to converse with, explain their sorrows to and even just a sympathetic ear to listen to, the 'extra's' provided by the geishas of Ma Koyo were just icing on the cake.
"Inscribing seals onto Senbon?" The man asked as he accepted the cup she handed him. "That's a rather lengthy process, I take it you are proficient in their use?"
"Yes, Honored Guest." Naru replied with a bow. "But with diligence, I have managed to shorten the time through sheer repetition."
The guest laughed in amusement delight sparkling in his dark eyes. "I know the feeling Naru-chan, I myself am actually quite the Fuuinjutsu Master," He boasted proudly. "Perhaps you have heard of me, Jiraiya, the great Toad Sage of Mt. Myoboku and one of the three legendary Sannin?"
Naru blinked in surprise at the man's introduction and just who he was. "I am honored that one such as you has taken such an interest in me, Jiraiya-sama," she informed with a bow.
Jiraiya waved it off, a smirk playing over his face. "I make it a point to at least investigate any possible upcoming Fuuinjutsu Specialists such as myself," he informed. "Tell me, what are you working on now? Perhaps I may give you some pointers on how to better utilize them."
Naru smiled in response and acquitted his request, and she ended up having a regular monthly visitor who ended up teaching her more than just Fuuinjutsu...
Three Years Later, Ma Koyo Geisha House
Makoto looked up as she heard a soft knock on her office door, alerting her to a visitor on the other side. "Enter," She called out and wasn't all that surprised to see a sixteen-year-old Naru enter.
She had definitely blossomed in the last three years, standing at 5'6" with rather ample D-cup breasts and a perfectly matching figure, something her outfit did very little to hide. She was wearing a rather revealing crimson sleeveless, silk-like kimono with golden leaf imprints on it and was held closed by a dark gold obi and had a pair of detached sleeves that started just under her shaved armpits and went down far enough to cover the palms of her hands, the inner folds of the flared sleeves were lined with seals containing numerous things, from senbon, to poison, poisoned senbon and even her explosive senbon, it revealed a generous view of her cleavage and stopped just after her waist, just barely covering her panty clad pussy, and she had a pair of white stockings that came up to her thighs and wore a pair of heeled shinobi sandals.
No one, even her most hated enemies, could deny that she was a beautiful young woman, and when you add in the exotic whisker marks on her cheeks, and her naturally seductive bearing and talk that Makoto had drilled into the girl when she had trained her over the last six years in how a true kunoichi acted.
"I hear that the the genin exams are coming up, are you ready for them?" Makoto asked her adopted granddaughter how smiled in response.
"I am, Makoto-sobo," She replied her voice having developed a natural melodic quality that drew people in and lowered their defenses. "I was rather concerned about the ninjutsu portion of the exam, but Jiraiya-sama has taught me a technique that played more to my Chakra capacity than the basic clone technique."
Makoto nodded in response as she looked her granddaughter over. "You do realize that when you become a genin, you can no longer live here as you would be able to support yourself..." she informed, regret filtering up into voice.
"I know, Makoto-sobo," Naru informed, smiling despite the pang of sadness in her heart. "Hito-chan and I will be getting an apartment together after a few missions to save up our money." she said, referring to Hitomi by her pet name that Naru made up one day and persisted in calling Hitomi that ever since.
Makoto smiled as she remembered the brunette that Naru had befriended on her first day at the Academy. "Ah yes, young Hitomi-chan, such a sweet young girl she is," Makoto said smiling. "I just hope that the two of you don't forget about your duties as Kunoichi while enjoying each other's company..."
Naru simply laughed at Makoto's light prod at the pair's closeness, while they were nowhere near being a true 'couple' in the conventional sense, they did, however, tend to enjoy each other's company at night when Hitomi wanted to get away from the Orphanage she was staying at until her graduation.
"Hito-chan is far too serious of a Kunoichi for that," She informed, smiling, Makoto marvelled at how, even when she wasn't trying to, Naru practically oozed sexiness and temptation to both males and females around her, the girl was born to be a seductress, having a Kitsune in your gut probably helped too. "Even when we go to prank someone she refuses to skip class with me to prepare the prank."
Makoto laughed as Naru pouted cutely. 'By Kami, I think I can understand what Iruka-kun meant when she blue-balls the entire class just by walking by!' She thought, allowing herself a chuckle before becoming serious. "Naru-chan, there is a man here to see you," She informed, her seriousness informing Naru that this was important. "He is not a customer, just someone who wants to meet you, but still, be respectful."
"Of course, Makoto-sobo," Naru replied with a bow. "Where am I meeting him?"
"Room 102, Jiraiya-kun is with him so you will have a familiar face with you." Makoto informed the look on her face telling Naru that she wished she could go with the girl. "Naru-chan, remember, no matter what, everyone here at the Ma Koyo, even most of our regulars and a good portion of the Red Light District, we all love you Naru-chan, remember that, okay?"
Naru smiled tearily at Makoto as she rushed around the elder's desk to hug the elderly woman tightly, a hug that Makoto returned just as tightly. "Thank you Makoto-sobo," she whispered as they embraced. "Thank you for everything."
Makoto ended the embrace and held Naru at arms length, looking her over. "Naru-chan, I would do it all again in a heartbeat, even if it killed me," she informed, cupping the girl's whisker-marked cheek. "Now go, don't keep them waiting."
Naru sniffed and wiped her tears away with the inside of her sleeves before nodding, and gave Makoto one last hug before heading off, leaving Makoto to stare absently out the window, wondering just how Naru was going to take the news she was about to receive.
Naru moved through the hallways to her destination, and when she reached the door she paused feeling an unsettled feeling in her stomach, a feeling that told her that when she opened that door, her entire view on life would change.
Swallowing, Naru took a deep and calming breath before setting her hand on the edge of the sliding door and slid it open.
Inside was Jiraiya like expected, although he was looking unusually stern and serious. That, however, wasn't what had Naru's attention, it was who he was with.
"H... Hokage-sama!" Naru breathed out as she bowed before him. "Y... you honor me."
"The pleasure is mine, Naru Uzumaki-san," The Sandaime Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen, returned, his wizened voice sounding almost amused. "Come, there is no need for such formalities Uzumaki-san, please, join us for some tea."
"T...thank you, Hokage-sama," Naru said with another bow before nervously seating herself across from the Hokage whose wizened face smiled at her in a calming manner as he poured her a cup of tea, which Naru idly noted was her favorite peppermint tea by the scent wafting from the cup before taking a sip. "When Makoto-sobo told me someone wished to speak with me, Hokage-sama, I never would have expected it to have been you, sir."
Sarutobi chuckled slightly as he sipped his own tea, giving a soft sigh of appreciation of it. "Indeed, people rarely do expect it when I show up at their door," Sarutobi admitted with a smile. "However, despite wishing to come to talk to you about a happier subject, the fact is it can no longer be avoided... Uzumaki-san, I am here today to reveal the truth to you, on why many of the villagers hate and despise you."
That got the Kunoichi-in-training's attention as her back unconsciously straightened and her hands gripped the cup tighter. "Naru-chan, do you remember what event happened on the night of your birth?" Jiraiya asked softly as a heavy weight seemed to settle itself onto his shoulders.
"The Kyuubi attacked that night," Naru answered immediately. "And the Yondaime gave his life in a sacrificial jutsu to defeat it."
"That is more or less what happened, true," Sarutobi informed, getting Naru's attention. "There was something we omitted to the future generations when we put it in the history texts, however. Bijuu are a mass of sentient Chakra given form, correct?" At Naru's nod, he continued, "How do you defeat Chakra?"
"You can't, the only way is to... seal... it?" she answered, her eyes widening in realization. "The... he... I..." Naru began to hyperventilate as it all came crashing down upon her, the reason for the hatred, the glares, being ignored by all but a select group, the price gouging, it all made sense to her. "He sealed... the Kyuubi... within me..."
Jiraiya sighed as he reached over and soothingly rubbed her back, softly urging her to breathe evenly. "Yes," Sarutobi confirmed, his voice barely above that of a whisper. "He knew that no matter what we threw at it, we could never defeat the Kyuubi, so he had to seal it within a newborn child."
"But... why me?" Naru asked, looking up as tears began to spill from her cobalt blue eyes. "Why did he chose me?"
"He chose you... because of who your mother was," Sarutobi informed. "Your mother... Kushina Uzumaki, was the Jinchuriki of the Kyuubi no Kitsune before you."
Naru's eyes widened in shock as her heart started to palpitate. "Naru, breathe," Jiraiya ordered sternly, causing her to begin to suck in lungfuls of air for a minute before he urged her to drink the tea.
When she began to calm down, Naru looked up at the elder Hokage, who looked back with regret filling his eyes. "My mother was the Jinchuriki of the Kyuubi?" She asked, getting a confirming nod in response. "What happened?"
"I wish I could answer that for you, Uzumaki-san," Sarutobi informed with a heavy sigh. "But... we just don't know, your father had many enemies who would gladly kill you if it got out you existed, as of right now I cannot tell you who your father is... but I know with 100% certainty... both he and Kushina would be proud of the young woman sitting before me, never doubt that they loved you Uzumaki-san, they loved you with every fibre of their being."
Tears began to spill from Naru's eyes as she was engulfed into Jiraiya's massive form, offering whatever comfort he could to the sobbing teen. Sarutobi looked down at his cup as he patiently waited for Naru to recover from the news. "What... happens now?" Naru asked as she looked up at Sarutobi from Jiraiya's arms her, sobbing subsiding.
"Nothing," Sarutobi informed. "You continue to live your life as you see fit, Uzumaki-san. However, I must ask you to come either to me, or Jiraiya, should you feel the seal that contains the Kyuubi start to falter in any way, and I swear to you, we will do everything in our power to aid you."
"W... what can you tell me... a... about my... kaa-san?" She asked, sounding out the word slowly, as if she was unsure if she should use it.
"I can do far more than that Uzumaki-san," He informed as he handed Naru a scroll. "This contains a series of journals that your mother kept throughout her life, from growing up in Uzugakure, to moving here to Konoha and finally her final entry. She was careful not to mention your father by his real name due to not wanting to become a target, also, sealed in there is the deed to a rather nice two-bedroom apartment in the shinobi district that your mother owned, it is yours now, Uzumaki-san."
Naru fought back the tears once again as she unsealed the contents to find a stack of leather bound journals and a roll of parchment with a key attached by a string. "I... I think we're beyond the point of using last names... Hokage-jii-san," Sarutobi chuckled mirthfully as Naru picked up one of the journals and briefly flipped through it. "One more question, am... am I allowed to tell my friend about the... Kyuubi?" she asked. "We... we've never kept secrets from each other... and I don't want to start now."
"I will trust your judgement on the matter, Naru-chan," Sarutobi assured with a smile as he and Jiraiya stood. "I pray that it goes over well, and good luck on the genin exams tomorrow, Naru-chan."
Naru smiled at the pair as she wiped away the remnants of her tears away. "Thank you, Hokage-jii, Ero-Sennin," she said, making Jiraiya face fault at her pet name for him, making her giggle.
Once the two had left, Naru stared at the pile for a minute before resealing everything save for the deed and key to the apartment, and left the Ma Koyo to find her friend.
Finding Hitomi wasn't that hard, though-mainly because Hitomi had been heading to the Ma Koyo to see her, anyway. They met just outside the door. Hitomi had filled out nicely over the past six years, growing to 5'7" and with D-Cup Breasts like Naru's, and she was currently clad in a fishnet shirt under a dark purple jacket, with a pair of black shorts. "Hey there, Naru-chan!" Hitomi said to her friend. "I thought I'd come over for a visit, because I didn't want to stay at the Orphanage tonight. You heading off on an errand?"
"Actually, Hito-chan, I was going to come and find you," Naru admitted, smiling at her friend. "Got a couple of pieces of big news, easiest ones out of the way first, we can talk on the way," She said as she started dragging Hitomi off towards the Shinobi district. "I got a visit from Hokage-sama tonight."
Hitomi's eyes widened, even as she did her best to keep pace with Naru. "Hokage-sama?" she asked. "What did he want to see you about?"
Naru took in a deep breath. "Several things, one of which is who my parents are," she informed getting a wide-eyed look from Hitomi. "He couldn't tell me about my dad yet, apparently he pissed off a lot of people when he was alive, but he told me about my mom, Kushina Uzumaki, and get this, she owned an apartment in the Shinobi district that I now own!"
Hitomi smiled at that. "That means we don't need to save up and buy one, right? This is fantastic!" She then noticed that Naru seemed hesitant about something. "Did he talk to you about anything else, Naru-chan?"
"Yes, but it's really... top-secret stuff that can't get out," she replied. "I can tell you, Hito-chan, but it'll have to wait until we're in the apartment."
Hitomi nodded her understanding as they finally arrived in the Shinobi District, where many of the single and non-children families of Shinobi lived. They found the apartment building fairly quickly and made their way up to the designated room. Pulling out the key that was with the deed Naru pushed it into the keyhole and turned it opening the door.
The Apartment was about the High-Middle Class range with the main entrance leading into the living room and had the kitchen separated by a half wall that served as a mix of a counter and a table, the doors to the bedroom and bathroom were down another hallway on the opposite side of the entrance. It was also decently furnished with a comfortable looking sectional sofa in one corner of the living room across from a decently-sized T.V., the counter/table had a group of stools around it while there was a coffee table in front of the couch along with some throw pillows littered on it.
"Wow," Naru breathed as she looked around from the entrance. "Hito-chan, this... this is our home now."
"Yeah..." Hitomi breathed in reply. "This is amazing..." She then shook her head to clear the feelings of awe from her mind as she pulled Naru into the apartment, and closed and locked the door behind them. "Well, we're here now, Naru-chan. What else did you and Hokage-sama talk about?"
Naru let out a deep sigh as she and Hitomi sat down on the couch next to each other. "It... it has to do with the Kyuubi attack," Naru informed, causing Hitomi to sit up a little straighter. "See, Bijuu like the Kyuubi are sentient masses of Chakra given form, they can't be killed, they'd just be reformed if you somehow managed to destroy the body, so when they said that the Yondaime killed the Kyuubi, they lied, he sealed the Kyuubi away into a newborn child... me."
Hitomi's eyes widened as all the pieces fell into place. "So... all the stares you get... the price gouging... the fact that you were kicked out of the orphanage before you found the Ma Koyo..."
"Yeah, it's all because of the the fuzzy asshole sealed in my gut," Naru confirmed grimly. "Hito-chan... I... I'll understand... if... if you didn't want to be friends anymore... really."
Hitomi's eyes narrowed. "I don't care about the fox, Naru-chan," she forcefully replied, surprising Naru. "The villagers who see you as the Kyuubi are morons who confuse the scroll for the kunai. So what if you're a Jinchuriki for the most powerful of the Bijuu? You're still the same girl... no... the same young woman I made friends with."
"Hito-chan..." Naru whispered.
"N... Naru-chan..." Hitomi continued, "ever since we first met, I found myself liking you. We've had good times together, and gotten to know each other. The fact that you contain that fuzzball doesn't change who you are, and it doesn't change how I feel for you."
Hitomi then smiled as she said, "Naru-chan... aishiteru."
Naru stared at Hitomi wide-eyed for a minute before she finally responded. "Hito-chan... I... I do feel something for you as well," she admitted as she began to blush slightly. "But... I... can't be faithful to you, Hito-chan! Especially since I'm a Seduction Specialist! Hito-chan... I..."
"I understand, Naru..." Hitomi replied. "To be honest, as an Assassination specialist, I might do my fair share of seduction as well... only most of the other women I seduce would end up dead... but... That doesn't change how much I love you, and I... I don't mind if you sleep with others..."
"Re... really?" Naru asked hopefully, her eyes shining.
"Really," Hitomi replied, smiling. "No matter what happens... no matter who either of us sleeps with... no matter who I kill... I will always love you, Naru..."
"I... I love you, too, Hitomi," Naru finally admitted, smiling as well as she began to lean in. "No one... no one has ever made me as happy as you do, Hitomi..."
"I feel the same way, Naru..." Hitomi replied as she leaned in as well, the two meeting halfway and locking their lips together in a passionate kiss.
*** LEMON SCENE AHEAD! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!***
"Bedroom, now," Naru said as they parted briefly, and, in a surprising show of strength, she picked Hitomi up Bridal style as they continued to make out with one another. Naru fumbled briefly with the handle of the door to the first bedroom door and swung it open to reveal a simple room with a bed and some night dressers, not that the pair took the time to look the room over as Naru proceeded to throw Hitomi onto the bed and climb on top of her, smashing their lips together.
Hitomi moaned as she returned the kiss, opening her mouth to allow Naru's tongue entry even as she slipped her own tongue into Naru's mouth. Meanwhile, she reached up and began undoing Naru's kimono.
Naru moaned as Hitomi's hand brushed over her bare breast as she pulled off the kimono top, very rarely, if ever, did she wear a bra or bindings when she wasn't expecting to do any fighting, as it tended to get in the way when she was taking care of... business. Naru soon busied herself with Hitomi's jacket, pulling it off of her once she was free of her kimono, and soon Hitomi's mesh shirt followed the jacket and Kimono onto the floor revealing Hitomi's chest to Naru.
Naru wasted no time as she started to kiss her way down Hitomi's body, briefly stopping at her chest to give her nipples a quick lick, pulling a moan from the young woman's throat before continuing down Hitomi's body, dipping her tongue into her belly button and finally came to a stop at Hitomi's shorts, where she made a show of using her mouth to unbutton Hitomi's shorts before using her teeth to unzip them. When Hitomi lifted her hips up, Naru pulled the shorts off quickly and carelessly threw them off to the side.
Climbing back up over Hitomi, Naru paused briefly as she reached up to her bun and pulled the senbon holding the bun up out and threw them off to the side, where they embedded into the wall as Naru shook her hair free, allowing it to fall freely where it stopped just short of her ass. Looking down at Hitomi, Naru couldn't help it as she felt her pussy moisten seeing Hitomi's body bare to her.
"You are so beautiful," she whispered lustfully as she nipped at Hitomi's ear lobe. "You are so beautiful it's addicting..."
"S...so are you..." Hitomi moaned from the contact as she reached down to Naru's pussy, slipping a hand under Naru's panties to rub her middle finger along her slit. "You're so beautiful that it's hard to control myself around you..."
Naru's laugh was husky with lust. "Maybe that's what I want," She whispered seductively, tempting the brunette under her. "Maybe I've been such a naughty horny girl that I need to be punished?"
Hitomi smiled. "If that's what you want, Naru..." she said as she suddenly flipped them over so that Naru was on her back, with Hitomi on top of her.
Like Naru had earlier, Hitomi started trailing kisses down Naru's body, briefly suckling her nipples and causing her to moan in pleasure before continuing. When she reached Naru's panties, she pulled them down and threw them to the side with the rest of their clothing, before bringing her face down to Naru's pussy, her tongue taking a slow lick across Naru's slit.
"Ahn!" Naru cried out as her hips bucked into Hitomi's face while her hands started to entwine with her hair, pulling the ponytail loose. "More... please, more..."
Hitomi mentally smiled as she plunged her tongue into Naru's womanhood, beginning to swirl it around inside Naru even as she reached a hand up to begin fondling Naru's breasts.
"Hi-i-itomi-i-i-i!" Naru cried out as she felt her lover's tongue begin to brush against her g-spot while Hitomi most intentionally prodded her nose against Naru's clit, causing her to buck again with Hitomi's nose once again pressing against her clit. "Yesss!"
Hitomi continued to swirl her tongue inside Naru, her nose continuing to prod Naru's clit, even as her hand began fondling Naru's breasts, occasionally twisting her nipple.
Naru breaths began to come in pants as her mind began to grow hazy from the pleasure. "Hi... Hi... Hitomi... I... I... I'M CUMMING!" She cried out as her pussy clenched down on Hitomi's tongue with her back arching and her vision going white from the pleasure.
Hitomi eagerly lapped up Naru's juices as they gushed from her pussy, enjoying the sweet taste. After Naru came down from her orgasm, Hitomi flipped them again so that she was on the bottom once more. "Naru..." she whispered. "Please... do me now... I need it so much..."
"Mm," Naru hummed as she poked at the rather large wet spot on Hitomi's panties. "I can tell," she teased as she drew the panties off of her lover and drank in the sight of her leaking pussy before leaning in and licking the slit collecting some of the juices onto her tongue while Hitomi moaned in pleasure. "Delicious." She complimented before diving in.
Instead of using her tongue to pleasure Hitomi like she had done for her, Naru instead used her tongue to begin playing with Hitomi's clit and plunged her index finger into Hitomi's tight passage and began to pump it in and out for a few moments, her ears drinking in Hitomi's moans and cries of pleasure.
"N-Naru!" Hitomi gasped. Her pleasure was steadily mounting, and she could tell she was getting close. "K-Keep G-Going!"
Naru had a very vulpine like smirk on her face as she continued her ministrations using the juices leaking from Hitomi's pussy to lubricate the index finger on her other hand and slowly pushed it into Hitomi's extremely tight rear passage as Hitomi's eyes widened.
"NARU!" Hitomi screamed to the heavens. "I-I'M CUMMING!" Her pussy clenched around Naru's fingers, her juices erupting from her cunt even as her back arched and her vision went white.
*** LEMON IS OVER ***
Naru crawled up next to the panting Hitomi and cuddled up with her lover as she slowly came down from her orgasm. "I love you, Hitomi." Naru whispered to her before nuzzling Hitomi's next as she turned onto her side facing Naru.
"I love you too, Naru." Hitomi replied smiling as they wrapped their arms around each other and drifted off to sleep.
Next Door
Hatake Kakashi, Elite Jonin Extraordinaire of Konohagakure, the Copy-nin who has copied over a thousand justus, smiled under his mask as the pair next door finally quieted down. "Kinda nice to have a soundtrack to my Icha Icha." He mused the one eye that was not covered by his silver hair curving into an upside down 'U'. 'Loud Lesbian Neighbours... could life get any better.'
"Kaka-senpai~" A voice cooed from his window causing him to look up to see an attractive young woman with brown hair tied into a long ponytail with two bangs framing her angular face that had only a single scar crossing over her right, dark green, eye while her left eye was a deep gold in color she looked to be in her earlier twenties wearing fishnet armor under a halfway zipped jonin's vest that hugged her DD-cup breasts tightly with a tight black nanoskirt that just barely covered her panties and her entire left arm was covered in bandages. "I had trouble sleeping, can you sing me a lullaby?"
'Yes,' Kakashi concluded as he closed his book and the woman slipped into his room. 'Yes it can.'
END CHAPTER
Name: Naru Uzumaki

Aliases: Vixen of the Crimson Leaf

Age: Sixteen

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 156 lbs

Eye Color: Cobal Blue

Hair Color/Style: Crimson/Bun/Ponytail with senbon holding it together

Rank: Genin

Loyalty: Konohagakure

Specialty: Seduction/Fuuinjutsu

Unique Traits: Whisker Marked Cheeks; Insanely High Chakra Capacity; Fuuinjutsu Prodigy; Naturally Seductive; Extremely accurate with Senbon; uses a Shamisen as a medium for Fuuton Jutsu; can accurately fake any fetish making it seem like she truely has that fetish (I.E. Sadism, Masochism, ectetra)

Likes: Tea Ceremonies; Blue Balling classmates; teasing; making innuendos

Dislikes: Rapists; those who look down upon the Seduction Corps; Fangirls

Bio: An orphan raised in the Red Light District as a Maiko in the Ma Koyo Geisha House, Naru was trained from early on in the true ways of the Kunoichi by the matron of the Geisha House in seduction, poisoning, assassination and information gathering. She has also had some informal training in Fuuinjutsu by one of the wealthier patrons who seems to have taken a shining to her after overhearing her interest in the art.

Theme Song: 'Stand Tall' - Epic Score

Quotes:
"Hey there, wanna have some fun?"

"Mmm, such a big, strong, man you are, I'm sure we don't need violence here, now do we?"

"How to kill this one? Senbon, poison Senbon, Timed Explosive Senbon, or maybe I should just create a vacuum of air around his head?"

"Trust me, my music is to die for."
Name: Hitomi Yamato

Aliases: The Violet Tempest

Age: Sixteen

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 168 lbs

Eye Color: Amethyst

Hair Color/Style: Dark Brown/Mid-back Ponytail

Rank: Genin

Loyalty: Konohagakure

Specialty: Kenjutsu/Assassination

Unique Traits: Minor Telepathic and Telekinetic abilities, able to read presences and intents up to 250 meters around her

Likes: Swords, Knives, Close-Quarters Combat, The feel of being in the battlefield, Other women

Dislikes: Any kind of ranged opponent or technique, Fangirls, The mere thought of seducing or being intimate with a guy

Bio: One of the rare Shinobi who favors Kenjutsu over Nin- or Genjutsu, Hitomi is a rare talent in weapon-based melee combat. One of her main goals is to become a swordswoman of equal or greater ability than the Seven Swordsmen of Kiri. She is also a good Assassin, skilled at taking out a target quickly and quietly using any kind of bladed melee weapon. She will never go after a male target, though, because the very thought of even seducing a man in order to get close to them is anathema to her-she will only assassinate female targets. She utterly despises fangirls for two reasons: First, she thinks they shame the image of Kunoichi everywhere, and second, the targets of their affection are almost always male.

Theme Song: The Sword of Promised Victory from Fate/Stay Night (Anime Version)

Quotes:
"Taste my Blades!"

"Fangirls. Ugh. Not only do they shame Kunoichi everywhere, but you always see them chasing and trying to get into the pants of men-never women."

"Hey there, beautiful. Why don't you leave that man behind and spend some time with me?"

"It's almost a shame to kill you, but I'm a Kunoichi-killing people is what we do."
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