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Sex Education: Anko Mitarashi Style	By : TheDigger Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 14239 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Hello. My name is Anko Mitarashi. I'm 24 years old, a Tokubetsu Jounin, 5'04", and several months ago, I've been assigned against my will to be the Ninja Academy's Sex Education Teacher. I really wasn't up for it at first, but after a while, I've really gotten to like it. And I've found that I have every bit as much to benefit from it as my students do (the occasional student-teacher sex just topping the list).

About a week ago, one of my favorite students, Hinata Hyuuga, as well as many other girls from the academy, were taken captive by the sinister, long thought disbanded criminal syndicate called Daimao's Den. Although my squad, Anko's Angels and several other ANBU were able to rescue these girls and round up a select few of the criminals responsible, I've found myself feeling frightened for each and every one of my female students. I've taught the graduating class almost everything they'd need to know to survive in the real world, but now...

There was something different about the sex ed classroom as the girls took their seats. The usual provocative designs were missing, and their teacher was wearing her full, proper shinobi attire, rather than her usual more 'relaxed' modification. Anko herself was also quite different. Rather giving off her usual, fun-loving smile, she looked sullen and depressed.

"I was... really hoping I wouldn't have to go over this topic in class, but, because of uh, recent events..." said Anko, seeming as though she even regretted waking up this morning. "I have no choice. You ladies deserve to know about... about what happened last week." As expected, Hinata turned pale, and a few other girls shared her grim mindset.

"The staff has told me not to talk to any of you about it," Anko continued. "But I think not to would just be dangerous, not to mention insulting, should last week's incident be repeated. Last week, many young girls, no doubt even a few in this very room," She didn't want to list any names. What happened to them was shameful enough. "Were kidnapped by a criminal syndicate called 'Daimao's Den' to be made into sex slaves, many of which to be sold in an underground auction." Already, the class began to show signs of terror.

"But isn't slavery illegal?" One of the lucky girls asked.

"Of course it is. And that's why I need to talk to you about this." Anko stated. "Though the ANBU have captured some of the scum responsible for this, there are still many, the ringleader included," Anko felt herself becoming tense with furry at the mere thought of that masked bastard. She could almost hear that nasty voice, that shitty, fake accent. "Who are still yet to be arrested, and until then, it's likely that you are all in great danger." The class broke into a state of alarm, many girls talking amongst themselves, making to comfort each other, or muse how they could sleep at night in such times of danger.

"Does this mean we don't have to do the virginity ritual?" One girl asked, who, judging from her pale face and fearful expression, was one of the unfortunate victims.

"No. Victim or not, you are all still participating in the ritual." Anko replied. The girl who asked this question quickly looked even more disconcerted than before. "Listen, I understand there were four victims in this classroom, and I won't give names, but they know who they are. Anyway, to those four especially, if you've been raped, of course it's hell, especially when it was your first time, but voluntary sex is nothing like that at all, so don't worry."

Before the words had even escaped her mouth, Anko knew that they would seem feeble, and that none this age or this little experience would be persuaded by this lame excuse.

"It hurts the first time anyway," Sakura poked. "So why would you even want it to happen to begin with?"

"When it's with someone you love," Anko bleated. "There's really nothing like it."

"You've told us this quite a few times, Anko-sensei," Ino spoke up. "But how can we know? We're being forced into having sex anyway at the end of the year. And not even with someone we know or love. Are you any better than Daimao's Den by bringing the virginity ritual back?"

"How dare you!" Anko snapped. She could understand where Ino was coming from, but to compare her to Daimao's Den? "I know things have changed since I grew up, but the one thing that doesn't and shouldn't change is the trust and companionship that the shinobi of the Hidden Leaf Village share, and the virginity ritual is made to unite the new generation to inherit the will of fire."

"And how does that make you any better than Daimao's Den?" Sakura retorted. "How does giving our precious flowers to some boy we likely don't know instill trust and companionship?" Many other girls shouted out in agreement to this accusation.

"No matter what, we're still only harmed!"

Anko felt a terrible sensation in her gut, as though she had just been stabbed. How can she explain herself? How does one make sense of something that can't be explained with words? From all around her, Anko felt nothing but powerful scorn from almost her entire female class, amplified by a strange, sudden burn on the back of her neck. As more shouts of anger came her way, Anko felt her mind collapse on itself, tears leaking from her eyes.

Unable to stand it anymore, she burst from the classroom sobbing, charging blindly through the halls. She didn't care how many teachers and students were staring, or how alarmed everyone in town was as she dashed through the streets.

She smashed the door to her apartment open, throwing off her vest and jumpsuit. She ransacked her kitchen area for alcohol and sloshed every drop of sake, beer, and other hard liquors she could. Her mind even more delirious, she yanked a kunai from the sofa, tearing open the cushion it was planted in, and plunged it into her left arm. Screaming in pain, both physical and mental, she pulled it out and plunged it into her arm again, forming another deep hole. Removing it once more, she threw it into her right leg, forcing her to fall to her knee. She found another kunai, and forced this one into her left leg.

"Why?" She screamed to herself. "Why did I poison these kids' minds with this shit! I just ruined the lives of an entire generation of shinobi!" She pounded her fist into the coffee table, making several things fall off of it. She punched it again and again, her fist becoming bruised and bloody, and the dent in the table growing more pronounced. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! DAMN IT!" She cried, her voice shaking the apartment around her.

The burning sensation on the back of her neck sharpened, the curse mark glowing and many fire-like markings spread from it, coursing across her entire body, dark violet chakra erupting dangerously from her.

"Anko!" A team of ANBU flooded into Anko's apartment, trying to restrain her, but those who weren't repulsed by the powerful torrent of dark chakra were blown away by Anko's fit of rage, deafened by shrieks of despair, pummeled and forced back by her dangerously amplified strength, Anko no longer capable of controlling her own body.

"Stop this!" Yahiko threw off his mask and grabbed her into a tight embrace. "Anko, get a hold of yourself!" Anko tried to shake Yahiko off, but no matter what, he refused to release his grip, even after several bones were crushed by her powerful grip as she tried prying his arms from her bare shoulders.

"Daimao's Den wasn't your fault!" Yahiko shouted, pulling himself as close to Anko's ear as he could. "Your students still need you to teach and protect them! It wasn't your fault!"

These words reverberated in the back of Anko's head, and after Yahiko was finally thrown into the wall, the flame-like markings receded, and she fell to the floor.

"Anko?" Yahiko breathed, limping over to Anko's self-injured, unconscious body.

"She will be alright." Everyone turned in surprise to see the third Hokage standing in the doorway. "Take her to the hospital right away."

"Yes sir." Yahiko confirmed, putting his mask back on and tried to lift Anko, but his arm was broken trying to quell her fury.

"You need medical attention yourself." Yugao Uzuki smiled weakly, helping him raise her unconscious form and leading them off to the hospital.

"To think... she was so overwhelmed, it unleashed the Curse Mark's power..." the Hokage thought with worry.

"Damn it." Anko sighed two days later after regaining consciousness. Her body was in pain all over, both from her self-inflicted wounds and from the burn of the Curse Mark, which the Hokage had recently put back under control.

"Are you feeling any better?" Yahiko asked as he sat by her side. He had recovered significantly in the time his friend with benefits was out, though his arm was still yet to have completely healed.

"Eh..." Anko grunted.

"What was that all that about two days ago?" Yahiko asked seriously. "You seriously could have been killed, even if the Curse Mark didn't act up!"

"Is that how long I was out?" said Anko, not seeming to care very much. "I don't know, I just kind of... lost control of myself. I just... I can't explain how..."

"It was about Daimao's Den, wasn't it?" What Yahiko said was a statement, not a question. He knew how much it tore her apart that so many kids, some of which students of her class, were taken captive by the sinister crime ring.

"Yeah." Anko sighed. "They seem to think I'm no better than them because of the virginity ritual. They never wanted to be pushed into some room with a random boy they likely don't know, and the Daimao's Den incident makes them think that I'm no different from them."

"I see. That is a problem." Yahiko nodded. All the girls that were kidnapped by Daimao's Den had been out of school for over a week because of how shook up they had become. And after coming back to class, it made them a bit more aware of what was to come.

"Yahiko," said Anko, much more seriously now. "Rape me."

"I'm sorry... what?"

"Rape me!" Anko ordered. "I need to know what it was like for those girls when they were abducted!"

"Is that what you nearly killed yourself about?" Yahiko groaned. "Anko, you're being way too hard on yourself!"

"Am I?" Anko retorted. "The only reason that slave auction was solely featuring academy and young genin girls was because of my influence on the academy; Everyone in the village has to have noticed a change in how sexually open my students are starting to get, to the point that Daimao's Den started to see profit in them as sex slaves! Not to mention the revival of the virginity ritual. Daimao's Den always saw virgin girls to be of higher profit than non-virgins, so that forced them to kidnap younger girls who were still..."

"True as that may be," Yahiko cut in firmly. "I recall you saying that they were close to being adults at this point in their lives. And the way you've been talking, it hardly sounds like you consider them young adults." Anko seemed ready to object, but paused as she processed what Yahiko told her. Then, an idea struck her.

"Yahiko, rape me." She demanded, though she sounded a bit more like her old self. "Do it now, or you can forget about ever having me when I'm discharged from the hospital." Yahiko gave out sigh. He was very unsure about this. How can you rape someone who demanded it? Especially someone who enjoyed sex as much as Anko did. He reluctantly mounted Anko, diving in for a kiss, but Anko stopped him. "Rape, you dumbass, not romance." She snapped. "Be an asshole! Rape me! Beat me! Rough me up!"

Yahiko gripped Anko's boob firmly in one hand, massaging it roughly, though still giving Anko some sense of pleasure, and pulled the bottom of her hospital gown open to see her pussy.

"You call that rape?" Anko rolled her eyes. "I'm just property to you! Don't care about anyone's pleasure but your own!"Yahiko looked to her, he was trying his best, but at the end of the day, how could he rape her.

"Slaves aren't supposed to talk back to their masters!" Yahiko snapped. He was just acting of course, but Anko seemed to approve. Of course the approval was short lived, as Anko still didn't feel it was working.

"Dammit Yahiko, stop." She groaned, annoyed.

"What?" he blinked.

"Maybe I should find someone else." She said, "This is pathetic. I NEED to be RAPED, I need to know, I need… Just… stop."

Yahiko blinked, he knew he let her down, but, something inside made him press on.

(A/N: just a reminder, Yahiko's assholeishness that is about to ensue is purely an act, not actually a serious thing. Also, I do not condone rape or sex slavery of any kind. Anyway, on with the chapter)

"Yahiko, I said stop." Anko frowned, giving a light push off of him. But he didn't, his grip tightening on her breasts as he licked her neck. "Yahiko. Quit it, I'm not in the mood for normal sex."

She tried to push him off again, but, her grabbed her hands, and pushed them away, before slapping her hard, hard enough to send her to the floor. She was a little stunned, not totally from the slap, but more from the fact Yahiko dared hit her. She gave a low growl as she clenched her fist, and shot up to hit him, only for him to strike her again, sending her to the ground again.

"Stay down, you bitch." Yahiko frowned.

Anko looked up to him with shock. This really wasn't like Yahiko at all! And for a moment, she felt the slight twinge of nervousness spark. She had no idea what was happening, what she had done, and it gave her a slight worry.

"Ok, Yahiko, this is more lik…" her words didn't even get finished before she was slapped again.

This was annoying Anko. It was one thing to slap her without warning, but another to not even let her finish.

"Ok, tough guy, you should really wat…" again, she got slapped, the strike stinging her cheek.

"Shut up, Anko." She would hear. "I'm sick of you shouting at me, berating me, and treating me like shit! You want to be raped? Then fine, I'm gonna fuck you like the whore you've always been."

Anko could hardly believe it. Perhaps this was going a bit too far. It hurt what she was hearing from her lover.

"What the fuck?" was all she could say, her eyes looking concerned now, she seriously wanted to hit him, but any slight movement of aggression, and she was slapped, or punched, until eventually, her body just quit, and lay on the floor, feeling aches from his assault.

How could this have happened? Had she seriously turned Yahiko in to this monster that stood before her? Monster? Was she really thinking of him that way?

And that was when she felt it, a tremble, deep inside, a twinge of fear rising.

Yahiko knelt before her, and with his fingers around the neck of her hospital gown, he suddenly yanked, her body pulled up slightly by the sudden movement before the fabric tore, and her shoulders returned to the ground. He tore the cloth right down the middle, exposing her body, as he began to fondle her breasts, and stroke down her torso.

"I've fucked you so many times, but I think, with me being in charge, I'm seriously gonna enjoy this!" Yahiko smirked, as he unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock.

Anko noticed, and her feelings shot to the surface, she suddenly found herself panicking, and squirming.

After the slaps, the pushes, the struggle, she really didn't feel like having sex with Yahiko. After his being such a jerk, and making her feel defenseless, how could she want him to put his shaft inside of her.

"No… Yahiko… please." She said, for the first time, for both of them, Anko had begged.

This took them both by surprise. Yahiko just frowned and looked away as he tore her panties from her.

"Nooo… Y-Yahiko!" she said, reaching up to push, as her legs moved to kick, he simply punched her in the face, sending her back, her body drained of energy it felt like, as she felt his familiar shaft push in to her, though this time, instead of pleasure, she felt despair. How could sex feel like this? She would wonder as he began to fuck her.

How could she feel so weak, so defenseless. As powerful as she was, as much as she fought, it couldn't stop what was happening to her. She felt weak, she felt that she was letting this happen, that she should have fought more.

Tears began to well up in her eyes; TEARS, in HER eyes! Anko covered her face, ashamed, scared, afraid, and vulnerable; she hated Yahiko right now, and she hated herself too; why was this a good idea? What was she thinking? She was such an idiot! She wanted to cry out, scream, but she didn't want to get hit again, or he do worse to her for trying. She wanted it over, she wanted him to just finish quickly, and…

It was then she realized, he HAD stopped. She slowly uncovered her face, and saw that Yahiko was crying.

She blinked, tears in her eyes, but no longer running.

"I… I can't do this…" he said. "I'm… sorry Anko." Anko then realized, she had fallen for her own plan. She felt relieved a little, it was all just an act after all. But the feelings she had, were still strong, and the experience had been real to her.

She could forgive Yahiko, it was her who forced him in to this, but later. She understood what she had to do now. She couldn't let go of these feelings, not yet, she had to fight them.

"Wimp…" she muttered, making him look to her. "Moron… Small-dicked asshole."

"A-Anko?" He said, surprised.

"I knew you didn't have the fucking balls." She said. Her confidence was shaky at this point. She just wanted to stop. Every ounce of her wanted him to pull out, and forget this ever happened. But, she was fighting her own better instincts, and egging him on.

"Anko. Come on." Yahiko frowned. "This was your idea!"

"Small dicked, mother fucking asshole. Such a weak and pathetic man, c-can't even take a woman without crying. Boo-hoo!" she prodded, and it was working, making him angry.

"Bitch!" he said. "I was actually worried." He suddenly began to thrust again, this time even harder. Anko's body still trying to resist, and fighting him every moment. Sure, there was pain, and he took no care to make her feel good.

Anko, couldn't help but begin to pant from the sexual onslaught of Yahiko, her labored breathing and body warming up as she tried to resist again, only for her to be stopped by Yahiko, who pinned her down. She wanted to use a jutsu, could feel it, but, without using her hands, she couldn't. She began formulating ideas of how to fight back again. But, her mind was foggy, as Yahiko continued to rape her. Her own emotions clouding her ability to think through the stress and the torture she felt inside.

When he came, he filled her inside, as if not caring if she got pregnant or not. Anko lay there, her whole body trembling. And she was relieved it was over, finally.

Or so she thought. She looked to Yahiko as she noticed him move up and put his cock into her face. She had been raped, she understood the feeling, she thought. And despite wanting to stop, she had to know more. But she saw the pain in Yahiko's face. Was this no more than he was doing to her. Was she, in a way raping him, by prodding him, forcing him to act this way. She couldn't do it. But she had to do more, while she felt this way.

She raised her hand, and made him look to her, and gave a small smile. He went to say something, but she stopped him, placing her finger on his mouth, and Yahiko understood she wanted him to continue.

"Suck on it, bitch." He ordered. Anko knew his cruel behavior was only an act, one she forced him to use, but it was still frightening all the same. She opened her mouth, but as expected, Yahiko shoved it into her mouth, against the back of her throat. Anko sucked him off as she normally would, but at the phase where she would have given him pleasure enough to make him cum, she bit hard on the erect shaft, causing Yahiko to gasp with pain. He made to strike Anko again, but she amplified her bit, her teeth feeling like razor sharp fangs.

"Ah! Stop! Stop!" Yahiko broke his slave driver act and recoiled, a bloody circle around his cock where Anko bit. It was here that he understood what Anko was doing. "I thought you were still just brooding. Clever." He grinned admiringly.

"Cobra fang jutsu." Anko smirked, pulling back her cheek to reveal several very sharp fangs, which returned to her normal teeth as she dispelled the jutsu. "It was just a weakened variant, but enough for you to get the picture."

"Now, when you say 'cobra fang...'" Yahiko blinked, looking down at the minor injury on his dick with concern.

"Don't worry, I didn't use any poison that time." Anko laughed. "Though, when used properly, venom can be injected, yeah. Now come on, you still have a perfectly good sex slave at your mercy. Why waste your time talking?"

Yahiko didn't give Anko the dignity of a response as he proceeded to squeeze Anko's nipples, his play-victim giving a convincing cry of pain and misery, and as he sucked on her nipple, he found himself frozen, unable to move a single muscle in his body.

"Orifice-to-orifice paralysis jutsu." Anko grinned. "It should wear off in a few seconds."

"If you know these jutsu, then why don't you save them for your next lesson instead of using them on me?" Yahiko asked, his jaw slightly slacked and his body num and slow to respond.

"I need to know what it's like to be in the shoes of a rape victim, so that I know what'll help me in such a dire situation." Anko explained.

"But what about if you're chakra drained?" Yahiko queried. "I remember that Hinata was incapable of using hers when she was taken captive."

Anko couldn't escape that, but then, had an idea. Yahiko. "That's where you come in." She smirked, hoping he would understand.

"Anko, you sneaky little devil." Yahiko smiled with admiration.

"Alright, that's all the time we have for today, class." Yahiko concluded his taijutsu class the next day after his session in the hospital with Anko. "But before you leave, I have an important announcement." The students blinked curiously at their instructor.

"In light of the recent kidnappings by Daimao's Den, Anko-sensei has seen that it's especially important for the girls to know how to defend themselves against rape and kidnapping." Yahiko continued. "So, like Anko-sensei, I'll be dividing my class in two for the rest of the year. Tomorrow, I'll be teaching only the girls, and the day after, only the boys, and so on."

"What will you be teaching us, Yahiko-sensei?" Kiba asked.

"The boys will mostly learn the normal curriculum." Yahiko explained. "Additionally, both groups will learn to understand an enemy threat before it arises. While girls face the greatest danger because of Daimao's Den, the boys also face a danger of being manipulated by them, whether they know it or not."

"What do you mean?" asked Shikamaru.

"It's something that happened pretty commonly when Daimao's Den first threatened the Leaf." Yahiko explained. "They're not known to commonly work as directly as they have the night last week of the kidnappings. A lot of times, they recruited leaf shinobi to assist them to achieve their ends, some more directly than others. For instance, under the current circumstances, it wouldn't surprise me in the least if they actually attempted to recruit any of you boys to join their ranks."

Every single member of the class looked positively outraged by this statement. The boys in particular seemed to feel insulted by the accusation that they would want any part in such a sick organization.

"As I said though, Daimao's Den doesn't always behave in a direct fashion." Yahiko amended. "Sometimes it's possible, however unlikely it may seem, that someone of their ranks could be indirectly persuading you into giving out information such as shinobi secrets, the homes and weaknesses of your friends, or even tricking you into assisting a theft or kidnapping. And that's what I need to teach you; to know when you're being manipulated and defend yourself from these enemies before it's too late." Now the entire class seemed positively alarmed by Yahiko's announcement.

"Is it even safe to be in town alone now?" Sakura asked, being one of the most frightened, despite also being among the strongest in the class.

"It's perfectly alright." Yahiko chuckled. "The ANBU are keeping more watchful eyes over the village now, so rest assured, it'll be perfectly alright to walk home alone today. Well, we're out of time today. Girls, I'll see you tomorrow. Boys, you have a free hour to spend as you please." The students returned to the main building for their next class. All but two...

"Is everything alright?" Yahiko asked the remaining students.

"Yahiko-sensei? Is Anko-sensei alright?" Hinata asked urgently.

"So you heard?" Yahiko said grimly. Though as he reminded himself, stories relating to Anko did tend to spread like wildfire through the leaf village. "She's still recovering, but otherwise just fine. Why do you ask?"

"I just... wanted to... to thank her..." Hinata answered. "She rescued me herself from Daimao's Den."

"So I'd heard." Yahiko nodded. "Don't worry though. She'll be back on her feet soon enough."

"Thanks, Yahiko-sensei." said Naruto. "Um... can I ask you something?"

"Of course. What's on your mind?"

"Go on ahead. I'll catch up." Naruto had whispered to Hinata, who gave him a little kiss on the cheek before heading off.

"It looks like you two've gotten a lot closer recently." Yahiko smiled.

"Yeah... Um..." Naruto muttered awkwardly. "Sensei? How do you know when you're ready to... you know... to, uh... what was that 'C' word? Constupate?"

"Uh, consummate?" Yahiko blinked.

"Yeah! That's the one!" Naruto confirmed. "I thought I was ready to do that last week after Hinata had been saved, but I guess... I wasn't..."

"Well Naruto, you may have already noticed by now," Yahiko explained. "But love is a complicated thing."

"Yup."

"But when the time comes, you'll both know." Yahiko assured him. "It's not always clear how or why, but I've seen you and Hinata grow quite a bit throughout this last year, and I know you'll both understand soon enough when it's time."

"But I don't get it." Naruto groaned, now quite confused.

"You will." Yahiko grinned. "Now you might want to run along, or you'll be late to your next class."

"Oh, right!" Naruto recalled, rushing off. "Thanks, Yahiko-sensei!" He called back.

"Pst! Naruto." Hinata whispered, patting the seat next to her in the sex ed classroom. Naruto grinned, taking his seat, and giving Hinata an affectionate little hug before Suzume stepped inside and gave her typical greeting;

"Good afternoon, class."

"Good afternoon, Suzume-sensei." The students cited, all of the boys with irritable tones, though the girls sounded much happier to see her again. To them, especially the ones who were kidnapped by Daimao's Den, the proper and conservative Suzume was once more a welcome sight.

"Good. Now, before we begin today's lesson, I have an issue I need to address." Suzume stated, pushing up her oval glasses. "Regarding a criminal organization that has resurfaced recently. They are known as 'Daimao's Den,' and last week, many girls from this academy have been taken captive, and were readied to be sold as sex slaves."

Hinata simply did NOT want to hear what Suzume was saying. It was evident by how she spoke that she was under the impression that no one in the school was aware of last week's incident, and that she had no interest in telling them a way to protect themselves from this threat.

"However, these rumors of Daimao's Den's return have been confirmed false." Suzume pressed on. It was here that Hinata couldn't stop herself. The torture she undertook was NOT false.

"That's not true!" She shouted, most of the class turning her way.

"You are to raise your hand before speaking, Hinata." Suzume stated firmly. Hinata raised her hand and repeated,

"What you said is not true, Suzume-sensei. Daimao's Den has returned. I was one of those taken hostage by them." She spoke. She was ashamed to admit it, very much so, but it hurt more for her to hear someone clearly state that what she had been through hadn't happened.

"Hinata Hyuuga, I highly doubt that an organization that has been permanently disbanded for over twelve years would have taken you captive only a few days ago." said Suzume, in an almost laughing tone. "Clearly these rumors have given you nightmares you've mistaken from reality."

"It wasn't a dream! It was real!" Hinata shouted angrily. Naruto flinched at this outburst. Never had he heard Hinata speak so loudly, nor so angrily.

"See me after class, Ms. Hyuuga." Suzume growled. "And take your seat." Hinata looked around at her classmates. She wished very much that those few who were also taken by Daimao's Den would have stood and spoken up as she had, but she understood more than anyone how hard it was to speak up about something like that.

"Y-yes, ma'am..." Hinata sighed, sitting down again. The next hour or so passed very slowly as Suzume continued to make Hinata and the other girls feel worse about their situation. Though, at some point during Suzume's mindless lecturing about such 'rumors' about kidnappings or the like, Naruto had disappeared, without even Hinata's knowing.

"I can't take this anymore." Naruto groaned irritably, jumping the wooden fence in front of the academy.

"Is my naughty little brother skipping school again?" Something soft and jiggly pressed against the back of Naruto's head. He smiled, not even needing to turn around to know who was behind him.

"Hey, I need to ask my big sis for a favor."

"Anything for my little bro."

"Anko Mitarashi has lied to you, leading you to believe that your bad dreams of being hostage of a long dead criminal organization are reality." Suzume huffed irritably to Hinata after class had concluded. "Now, real or not, I'm here to help you, as a teacher should." She spoke a little louder, knowing Hinata was about to object. "You're clearly in conflict about something, so if you could tell me a little more about these dreams, I can help you."

"They weren't dreams." Hinata stated seriously. "I actually was..."

"You were not!" Suzume interrupted. "Criminals such as these always inflict harm upon their victims. Have you any scars to prove that you were in any such treatment?"

"No." Hinata admitted. "They didn't want me hurt because I would sell for more undamaged..."

"No criminals would think that way." Suzume groaned. "I was one of those who fought against Daimao's Den in the past, and not a single woman in their grasp was ever 'undamaged,' much less under the age of 18."

"But..."

"Enough! Let me help you, Hinata. I can..." Suzume paused as a pounding noise reached her ears. She and Hinata peeked out into the halls. Suzume gasped and Hinata blushed as they saw Naruko and Onnasuki doing a strip tease for the remaining students and members of staff to loud, pounding music. Naruko was giving Naruto a lapdance, wearing nothing but a very skimpy pair of panties, while Onnasuki was completely naked, flirting with two female staff members.

"What is going on here?" Suzume demanded furiously, stamping onto the scene. The music cut off almost instantly and many enjoying the strip tease backed away awkwardly.

"I thought it was obvious." Onnasuki shrugged. "We're doing a strip show."

"Disallowed." Suzume snapped. "Such a thing on academy property is...!" She was immediately silenced by Onnasuki, who grabbed the stuffy woman by the breasts and kissed her full on the lips. She tried to scream at Onnasuki, but her kiss was too firm to allow any more than several muffled shouts as she was soon being stripped of her clothes and wrestled to the floor. She tried to cover herself, as her breasts were promptly exposed, her face red as a tomato, before she was lay naked on the floor, Onnasuki looking at her with a smirk.

"Thanks, sis." Naruto murmured as he dashed past the diversion to Hinata. "Come on. Let's go." He grabbed her hand and together they jumped from the classroom window, after which they ran to safety.

"Thanks, Naruto." Hinata smiled broadly, kissing Naruto in the cheek.

"It was nothing." Naruto grinned thickly. "I just couldn't stomach someone like her denying something so... real like that." Hinata collapsed into tears, hugging Naruto tightly. "It's alright." He whispered gently. "It's alright."

"What's going on in there?" Yahiko asked, wiping sweat from his brow and looking in on several flashing lights and pounding music coming from the academy. "Is... everything okay?" He added, seeing Hinata in tears.

"Suzume-sensei's been substituting, and she's been telling Hinata that when she was... that what happened last week was all a lie."

"You mean about..." Yahiko flinched, mouthing the words 'Daimao's Den?'.

"Yeah." said Naruto solemnly. "How could she...!"

"I know. I've heard some talk about last week's incident being false rumors..."

"It wasn't fake!" Hinata sobbed. "I really WAS going to be... to be...!"

"I know. I know..." Yahiko said calmly. "I'll try what I can to set things straight. In the meantime, please, go home and rest." After Naruto thanked him and walked Hinata home, Yahiko frowned. "She needs to know about this."

"WHAT?" Anko spat furiously. "That bitch! That she actually sank so low...!"

"Yeah." Yahiko agreed. "But relax. You can handle it when you get out of here, but until then..."

"I think I'm ready now!" Anko stated, getting out of the hospital bed and carefully stretching her stiff body. "I'm dead serious. No way I'm letting shit like this slide!"

"But, you're still not fully healed...!" Yahiko objected.

"I don't care. Where is that bitch?"

"Probably still at the academy."

"Great. Let's go."

"Just don't blame me if you end up reopening your wounds." Yahiko sighed.

"Get! Off! Me!" Suzume growled irritably as Onnasuki continued to make lesbian love to her, pinned down by Naruko, who looked as though she was enjoying this show tremendously.

"Suzume, you bitch!" Anko shouted down the hallway.

"This is where the fun begins." Onnasuki grinned, letting go of Suzume and telling Naruko to do the same.

"I see you're looking... as dreadful as ever." Suzume huffed, putting her glasses back on and trying to redress herself.

"This from the woman making love with Onnasuki in the middle of the academy hallway." Anko retorted. "Listen to me. I know what lies you've been feeding my students, and I'm not gonna put up with that bullshit! Nuh-uh!"

"Do you really expect me to believe that Daimao's Den is really still operational?"

"You wanna find out?" Anko snapped, grabbing Suzume by her shoulder, since she had no shirt collar to grab onto instead. "Cause I think there are a few hotspots that they've been frequenting, and you make some pretty damn good bait the way you run your mouth!"

"Anko! You do not threaten teachers that way!" Iruka shouted.

"I'll threaten ANYONE who calls Daimao's Den's recent incident a 'rumor,' or 'some bad dream!'" Anko shouted furiously, her breath ragged. "And frankly, I've been getting pretty damn stir crazy sitting in that hospital bed, so maybe I'm not joking when I say that I wanna beat some sense into this pissy little mindless bureaucrat!"

"Enough of this!" Everything became silent and Anko turned around to see the Hokage coming onto the scene. "What is going on here!"

"This bitch," Anko growled, kicking Suzume to the ground to the Hokage's feet. "Has been lying about everything that's been going on lately. She's been denying Daimao's Den ever returning, and what's more, she's been deeming all the kidnappings a lie! And not only that, but blatently saying it to the faces of all those poor girls who were put in such a traumatic situation." Tears shone in Anko's infuriated eyes. "You do not lie about something like that!" Silence once more spread across the hallway, broken only by the Hokage giving a deep, weary sigh.

"Suzume, see me in my office in one hour." He said at last. "Anko. You need to stop exerting yourself so hard, or you'll only open your wounds back up." He gave another sigh, smoke from his pipe billowing from his nostrils. "And everyone else, clean up this mess." He simply walked away, Suzume looking outraged, as though the elderly man had slapped her across the face.

"Thanks, old man." Anko grinned, though her grin was short-lived as she felt a sudden stinging pain in her arm, and freaked as she found herself bleeding profusely from it, the bandages not enough to hinder the blood flow. "Ah! My wound just opened back up!"

"I tried to tell you!" Yahiko retorted, fishing some emergency bandages from his pouch.

"You know, you really didn't have to do this." Anko sighed moments later as Yahiko carried her bridal style back to the hospital.

"I know. I wanted to." said Yahiko simply. "Besides, I think those wounds would only reopen even further if you walked back yourself. And, I just wanted to apologize..."

"What for?" Anko wondered.

"For treating you so harshly the other day."

"You mean when I told you to rape me? I asked for that, and you know you were just acting back then." Anko laughed.

"Yeah, but even so... I know I made you suffer, and, well... I'm sorry." Yahiko shrugged.

"You can be so stupid sometimes." Anko sighed wearily, though with a note of humor in her voice.

"Would you have me any other way?" Yahiko smiled.

"I guess not, no."

"Anko-sensei? Are you alright?" Emi panted, standing in the doorway of Anko's hospital room.

"Visiting has been closed for three hours!" The nurse stated firmly as she finished wrapping Anko's reopened wound in a fresh bandage.

"She's fine." Anko assured her. "She's a student of mine, not a visitor."

"You have five minutes." The nurse sighed, slamming the door as she left the room.

"What's up, kid?" Anko asked.

"Um, remember a while back when you gave me my evaluation?" Emi reminded. "And you gave me three options regarding graduation?"

"Yeah. And I also remember telling you to make a decision in two days time, not several weeks." Anko teased.

"Sorry. I tried to handle things on my own, and... it didn't work..." said Emi regretfully. "But now, I've made my decision..."

To Be Continued...

Special Thanks as always to Cloud Link Zero for permission to use his OC Yahiko.
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