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Coexsistence	By : Kakashifan727 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 3612 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Coexsistence
- 2-Ch2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 1
- 2
- 3
Hm...Odd. There's been no sign of any rainfall in this area for the past couple weeks or so. There shouldn't be a puddle of water out here in the open like this; I don't like the feeling I'm getting...I think, my expression neutral as I pretend not to notice anything out of place. I don't want to worry the others, who were walking behind me while talking and even shouting a bit. Besides, I have a feeling if this was an enemy ambush, they'd probably try to kill me or Tazuna's small bodyguard first. We do look the most dangerous and it would make sense if they were going after the old man. Footsteps to my left grow louder as I turn my head in that direction, unable to see much with my left eye covered. I can hear her before I see her small form pop up next to me, her metal legging clanging as they move about with each step.
"...That puddle...isn't natural, is it? I fear we may be under attack by more than just bandits. Hatake-san, we should prepare for a possible attack by ninjas. Odd though...He never told me about any ninja attacking him," The samurai comments, her voice muffled through her helmet as she speaks. I nod, not wanting to make an overt signs that our enemies may see, and yet I am puzzled by that last statement. Weren't they traveling companions? Why would Tazuna-san not tell her he was being targeted by ninjas? I ponder, my eyes searching for any signs of movement. I could see a flash of black out of the corner of my eye, my body tensing up as I saw two figures appear out of nowhere. I could hear the sound of chains being unfurled, the thin metal jingling as it flew through the air.
"Of course..." I heard the samurai mutter, the small black cloak of the samurai moving in front of me as she bumped against me slightly, her form partly obscured as she unsheathed her blade. What are you doing? Do you even know the replacement technique? I think, watching as the chain began to lash out towards the spot I had been, where the samurai was now. Guilt flooded my stomach as I watched the chains move in slow motion through the air, my body feeling like lead as I roughly pushed her out of the way. She stares at me in shock underneath the helmet, her tiny body easily moved to the side as I feel the metal of the chains start to dig into my legs and arms. It didn't really hurt that much, my fingers more focused on making hand signs to control my chakra. The four behind us make a variety of noises, Naruto and Sakura's yells being the most poignant to my ears.
Our targets have now landed on the ground, their cloaked forms pulling on the chains with renewed ferocity. I can see the shine of metal on their arms, noticing huge clawed gauntlets on each of their opposing hands. Those thing looks dangerous, but I was more focused on the chains trying to rip me apart. The pressure was strong, the rough and jagged metal cutting into my clothes and skin a little. Possibly enough to make small gashes; nothing serious. I release the chakra as I feel them make one last hard tug, feeling something like nausea as my body warps through space; my vision slightly blurry as I blink back the dizziness. Even for an experienced ninja, the replacement technique is a bit disorienting. It takes a moment to realize I am in a tree, my feet on a small branch, luckily one large enough to support my weight without breaking. I look to where I had been, the metal chain still there on the ground, red specks of blood beneath it, the ninja already gone and running towards the kids and old man.
Naruto was pushed to the ground, his black and orange jacket becoming obscured from my line of sight in the trees. The clash of metal against metal rings out as I watch the tiny samurai appear a second later, their sword locked with one of the ninja's claws. I see blood on the ground, the dark stains running down the samurai's back. Naruto can only stare in wonder, his face frozen in an expression of fear as he watches the fight in front of him. Hyakkimaru easily pushes over the man's huge claw using her sword, catching him off guard as she plunges the blade into his arm. He screams, blood gushing out of the wound as she pulls out the blade, it's silver metal now red and slick with it. She wastes no time in swinging her sword again, heavily bringing it down on the man's arm, blood spurting out of the stub and covering her in the crimson liquid. Naruto was also covered in the stuff, his body still trembling as he looked over to his right.
Sasuke was also fighting off one of the demon brothers, dual wielding a pair of kunai. Sakura and the old man were behind him, their faces frozen in fear and awe as they watched the two duke it out. They were honestly doing better than I thought they would, aside from Naruto's uncharacteristic show of fear. He was so gung-ho before, saying that he'd protect the old man from bandits and anything that came near him. I can't really blame him though; the surprise attack caught all of us off guard, and knowing how dense he is, he probably thinks those amateurs killed me. My ears register the sound of metal sliding against metal to my right, and I look toward the sound, watching Sasuke in a deadlock with the clawed ninja. He has lost one of his kunai, the tiny black blade stabbed into the larger man's chest, a small handle poking out of the bloodied wound. This does not stop the larger and more experienced man, his giant claw swiping back and forth at Sasuke, who was unable to jump out of the way to dodge. If he had moved aside, it would have likely meant the man would have continued forward towards Sakura and the old man. She was shaking a bit, her hands unsteadily holding a kunai as she tried her best to protect the old man with her body. I sigh, looking back to Naruto and the small samurai, figuring now was the best time for me to intervene. Their foe was dead on the ground, the silver blade poking through his chest as he bled on the dirt, Hyakkimaru pulling it out with a loud squish. She was still bleeding from the wound she received, though her movements showed no sign she was in pain or even felt it. She was focusing more on Sasuke and Sakura, her tiny steps dashing towards the attacking ninja. With that wound she's too slow. I'll take care of it now. I've watched long enough. I think, leaping out from where I was hidden.
I don't want to kill this one; we need someone alive to interrogate. If this was just a random attack, which I'm sure it's not, then I wouldn't bother. The fool was too focused on Sasuke to even see the shuriken I threw, the small stars penetrating him with light puncture wounds. I made sure not to aim for anything vital; mostly attempting to aim for the arm with the metal appendage on it. That thankfully stops his momentum so Sasuke has a better chance to deflect his weak swipe. The black cloaked ninja never even gets the opportunity, as I slam into him with a outstretched fist, my knuckles grazing against his cheekbone as his head sharply turns to the side, blood spurting out of the man's face as his mouth caves in from the blow. He harshly falls on the ground, his body rolling as he cannot regain his balance, before stopping with a sick crack as he slams into the trunk of a small tree. The small samurai looks over to me, her face expressionless as it is covered by the helmet. She walks over to the downed body of the ninja, blood trailing a bit on the ground from the wound on her back.
"He shouldn't pose a problem right now. He's out cold," I state, Hyakkimaru's head wobbling in response as she nods. She is not letting her eyes off of him though, her blade poised to strike him down the moment he shows any signs of moving. I hear a couple small sighs next to me, Sakura looking more calm as she stares at my face. Her tone is harsh as she speaks, however, showing her fear and frustration.
"That was quite scary, Sensei! We thought you'd really died!"
"Really now? Any good ninja should be able to use the replacement technique on the spot if their life is in danger. It may be a basic D-rank technique, but it is essential for certain situations. Not like I was in any danger, of course..." I comment, keeping my tone light and jovial as to ease the tension I felt building. Tazuna-san had lied to us, and possibly his little bodyguard as well, about only needing protection from bandits. Thankfully, everyone is mostly alright, aside from the samurai; the wound on her back troubling me a little. We were mostly covered in a mix of blood and dirt, not surprising considering what we had just been through. Maybe we should rest after all this is over, or at least stop earlier than I had planned to. This was not a good thing. If there were ninja after us, we would want to get as far away from here as possible. More would probably come. Why would he feel the need to hide something important like that? I turn to the old man, his face still wearing that same scared expression.
"We need to talk, Tazuna-san. These were ninja that were after us. Not mere bandits or rouges. They were quite experienced as well; probably Chunin...Now why would ninja attack an old man like yourself, hm?" I state firmly yet calmly, the old man fidgeting as his eyes dart back and forth. After a few seconds, he sighs, looking at the dead ninja that Hyakkimaru had just killed.
"Ok, ok. I might have...mislead you all about the people who were targeting me. Y-you have to understand; our village is small and poor. We can't afford the costs for anything better than this. If I can just get home and finish making that bridge, we'll be able to become more prosperous. Then we can pay you however much you need," He pleads, even going so far as to bow his head to us. He must really need the protection then. I look at Naruto's fear stricken face, Sasuke and the small samurai covered in blood, and I sigh. If it was just me, I could possibly justify continuing with this mission after getting some reinforcement. If only we hadn't traveled so far from the village...I don't want to put the kids at risk, and they've already seen quite a bit from this small encounter. If we come across someone stronger, which I don't doubt will happen, how would they fare then? They could possibly wind up seriously injured, or even dead.
"...Y-you still lied to us, Tazuna-san, Your lie, no matter why you did it, put all of us in danger. These children...they might have been killed. Do you really want that on your conscience? I already feel bad for them; they are clearly not battle ready, judging by their reactions to this encounter. I don't...want to see them get hurt," The small samurai speaks out, her voice trembling a bit as her breathing becomes slightly unsteady. That wound might be worse than we thought; it could even be poisoned. We'll have to check that later, when we have time. I state as much, walking over to Hyakkimaru and our unconscious assailant.
"I would try not to move too much. You've lost enough blood already, Hyakkimaru-san. Plus, their claws and other weapons could have been poisoned. If it circulates through your bloodstream, it will be troublesome to make an antidote."
Her only response is to nod, stepping away from the unconscious man, her movements much less refined and a bit sluggish compared to before. I go over to where they had first attacked us, taking the long length of chain and bringing it with me as I grab the Mist ninja. With little to no effort I easily tie his arms and legs so that he cannot move them, neutralizing him should he happen to wake up. Even if he tries to escape via ninjutsu, we'll cut him down before he can focus any chakra. Good. Now to get back to the matter at hand. This crafty old geezer...He played us all for fools.
"Tch. I have a family to get home to as well, you see. Besides, I only hired the samurai because she was cheap, and needed a place to stay for a spell." The old man retorts, his crude comment causing the samurai to twitch, an imperceptible movement if I wasn't right next to her and still on my guard for any other enemies. He continues talking, ignoring the shocked looks on our faces.
"I don't think you guys understand. I bought you, so you have to help me get home. If you decide to turn tail and run what will happen to me, eh? I would probably die out here, being hunted by ninja, my daughter and grandson left to fend for themselves. Oh I can picture their tear streaked faces, crying as they wonder why I haven't come home, not knowing that I've kicked the bucket because you five abandoned your duty and left an old man to the whims of fate," He laments, his posture slumping slightly as he holds his head in his hands. I hear a growl next to me, the woman looking at the old man with narrowed eyes. I am also angry at him for trying this pathetic tactic, but I just watch as the samurai starts yelling at him.
"You...deceived us. You put the lives...of three innocent children in danger because of your selfish actions. D-do you really expect us to—Nnngh!"
Her statement is cut short by a cry of pain, Hyakkimaru falling down to one knee as her body starts shivering. Damn it...Her face is starting to look pale, from what I can see. So those claws were probably poisoned. I wonder...if she hadn't defended Naruto how this scenario would have turned out. I think, kneeling next to the tiny samurai and gently laying a hand on her shoulder. Her crouched form jumps a bit, her face turning to meet mine, her one eye wide with shock and possibly what I think is fear. She instantly leans away from me, her voice higher pitched than usual as she speaks.
"Yes? Please don't touch me...Tch. This wound is nothing. I can take care of myse—nngh!" Her voice cut off by another grunt of pain, one of her hands moving to the bloodied cut underneath her armor. It's a pretty big cut, a couple large gashes that seem to go across her back. I can't really tell due to my position next to her and the fact that her armor and some of her shirt is covering it up. I state as much, my tone firms as I look her in the eye.
"Sorry, I was concerned. That wound looks quite painful, judging by your reactions, and I believe it might be poisoned. I would like to do some emergency first aid to treat it now. If it is poisoned, I'd like to start preparing an antidote for it right away, in case bleeding it out is ineffective." Her only response is to look at me, her face expressionless as she stares at me with her one brown eye. That eye was the only thing betraying her facade of calmness, her black pupil wavering as it focused on mine. My only response is to stare back, my own expression one of concern, though no one could notice. She seem to calm down, her pupil no longer wavering as it locks onto mine, a resolute look on her face.
"...A-alright. I'll trust you, I suppose..." She mutters, her voice soft as she takes off her heavy gauntlets and chestplate along with her small packs full of supplies. Moving the heavy metal and bags aside, she slowly lifts up her shirt, revealing the red and blood covered skin beneath. Ouch. That is not good. I think, easily taking some medical supplies out of my small pouch. It wasn't much; just some makeshift sitches, disinfectant and bandages, but it was going to have to do for now. Hearing footsteps behind me, I turn my head, seeing a familiar orange and black jacket come into my view. Naruto's face is pensive as he bends down next to us, his gaze fixed on the gashes on Hyakkimaru's body. His usually cheerful voice is somber as he speaks.
"...I caused this to happen. Dammit! If I wasn't so scared, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. Son of a bitch!" Tears start falling down his face, his body trembling slightly as he moves closer to her. She only sighs, taking off her helmet to show her stern face, looking right at the two of us. She is more focused on Naruto, though I can't help myself from studying her face. Uneven spiky brown hair covers her forehead, the right side of her face covered in a tangled mess of curls that obscures the dirty white of her bandages. Those white strips of cloth only cover her right eye and some of her cheek, the lower half of her face slightly scarred from the cheek to the side of her nose. The left side of her face was not covered at all, black stitches running along part of her forehead, the mess of brown curls hiding most of it from view. Her skin was normal, aside from the scars, and it was not altogether unpleasant to look at. It was kind of adorable the way her spiky curls bobbed in front of her face as she talked to Naruto, her left eye focused on him, never wavering as it met his azure eyes.
"Don't blame yourself for this, kiddo. It was my choice, just like how I tried to save your master there. I'd do it again, if it meant you not getting hurt. Besides...don't you want to be Hokage?" Naruto only blinked at her remark, her tone slightly different from its usual sternness. Her manner of speaking had changed a bit too, more soft and familiar. I think back to when we first encountered the Mist ninja, the two brandishing twin chains in an effort to slice one of us to pieces. At the time, I was more surprised when she attempted to push me away. She continues speaking, causing me to focus my attention on her once again.
"Someone in this line of business...shouldn't be so innocent and softhearted. It will be the death of you, boy. Whether samurai or ninja, this job requires that we kill our own hearts in order to be useful. I'm sorry that my ineffectiveness lead to you discovering this truth now, rather than later." She laments, her blood covered hand reaching out to touch Naruto on the cheek, the crimson liquid staining one of his tiny whiskers. Something resonates within me at hearing her say that, similar feelings of guilt welling up within me. Though I do understand that this was not all our fault, my gaze moving for a moment to the old man, who was off minding his own business. Sasuke and Sakura were a few feet away, the latter trying to start a conversation with the uninterested boy. I notice Naruto looking at me, then at the medical supplies scattered on the ground that I was getting ready to use.
"Sensei...I-is there any way I can help?" Naruto asks, his voice full of genuine sincerity and concern. I pause to think for a moment, then shake my head. He doesn't have the experience to manage this kind of thing. None of them do really; even if they were taught about it during their training at the ninja academy. I'd like to let him help somehow though...
"I'd rather do this by myself Naruto. I know you feel responsible, and I understand you want to help, but the best thing you can do right now is to step back and let me take care of this," I respond, Naruto nodding as he moves a couple inches away from us.
"I can do this on my own, you understand. I don't-" Hyakkimaru starts, her free hand reaching to grab the small bottle of disinfectant. My own hand reaches down to grab her wrist in an attempt to stop her from moving, but I wind up holding her hand instead. It is wet and sticky with blood, though her slim fingers are soft to the touch. Her hand is small and smooth, though not without a few callouses; quite the contrast to my larger and worn hand. I could probably cup her hand inside my own, it was so small. I quickly let go of her hand, feeling my face flush with heat for some reason. I ignore this odd feeling, narrowing my eyes as I stare at her shocked face, my tone somewhat harsh as I speak.
"Can you really take care of this on your own? The wound is quite large and deep, and most likely poisoned. Plus, you won't be able to reach it with those tiny hands of yours, seeing as it's on your back. You won't be able to do a good job of treating it. Please just let me handle it, alright?"
"Fine, fine. Sorry. I told you I'm not super great with physical contact. I don't like it; it makes me feel...odd. Let's just get this over with," She states, her own face a slight shade of red as well. I see...I think, ignoring the multitude of questions that pop up in my head. I'm not going to pry. Everyone has their own quirks. Taking a kunai I carefully run it along the bloodied cuts one more time, hoping to bleed out the poison. I wince as I run the blade along her back, the skin ripping and tearing as it opens even wider, becoming red and inflamed. Something akin to nausea settles in my stomach as I watch the wounds bleed out further, using a cloth to catch the blood before it bleeds onto more of her clothing or armor. It looks painful, yet she has not moved an inch, despite her odd jerking earlier when I touched her.
True to her word, she trusts me completely with this. This technique doesn't always work, but I'm hoping this will at least stall the spread of the poison if not stem it completely. I grab another small cloth from my pouch, gently coating it with some disinfectant. I eye the bloody cuts one more time, making sure to be gentle as I dab it on the wounds. The only reaction I get from her is the inhaling of breath and tensing of her body as her back tightens up. Putting the bloody cloth on the ground, I grab the needle and thread, stitching the large cuts together as best I can. I do notice that there are more odd scars on her back like the one on her face, but much smaller and more numerous than the large one that is probably covering the right side of her face. They don't have anything to do with the large gash on her back, so I attempt to ignore them as I finish up the impromptu stitching, cutting the thread with a kunai. The flesh is still red and puffy around the stitches, there's nothing we can do about that now. I start to unroll the bandages, running the fabric along her torso and back several times, my hands feeling more of the same odd stitches and a couple scars on her abdomen. It honestly doesn't faze me that much; I myself have similar scars and scrapes, from back when I was in the Anbu Black Ops. Sometimes they just leave scars. The physical scars are nothing, however, compared to the mental anguish one can go through in this line of work. That's why I had hoped this was an easy job; so that those kids would not have to see the horrors of reality so soon. The tiny samurai seems to share my sentiment slightly, based on what she said to Naruto earlier. I finish wrapping the cloth bandages, noticing that they are slightly pink where the wound is. Of course it's going to bleed out a bit; I'm no medic and my fingers feel clumsier than usual. Finishing my work with a sigh, I slowly start to stand up, Hyakkimaru looking at me with an odd expression. She must be concerned about the wounds.
"I did the best I could. The poison should be no problem now; though we should watch for any further symptoms. Just be careful and don't overexert yourself. They might open up again," I comment, watching as she pulls down her shirt and tucks it into her hakama. The armor followed soon after, the metal still covered in blood as it shone in the sunlight. We should probably make camp sooner than later. She only gives me a small bow, her face once again expressionless, though still tinted with that odd shade of red around the cheeks. I ignore it, and the odd feeling in my stomach as I pack up my things from my pouch and start walking away.
I look back at the sound of slowing footsteps, turning my head a bit to my left. Everyone is walking behind me, the kids and old man looking more the worse for wear. We've been going long enough; now seems a good time to camp for the day. I muse, seeing as everyone looks to be out of stamina. I can see it on their tired faces, their steps slowing the more we go on. I myself also feel a bit tired, not to mention in need of a good bath. We're all still covered in blood from our earlier encounter, prudence dictating that we leave before any more enemies show up. We need a quick break both physically and mentally after today. The only one who seemed to be fine was the samurai, her small legs stomping one after the other as she walked on despite her injuries.
"Alright," I start to say, stopping where I was standing and fully turning to the group. They all look at me, Naruto and Sakura's eyes locking onto mine pleadingly.
"We've done enough walking for the day. No ninja should be catching up with us now. Besides, it's still quite a long ways to that boat service that will take us into Wave proper. For now, we should rest and relax. Just let me look for a place to rest and bathe; we need to start washing the blood off of our clothes. It would do no good to appear like this in a civilized place." I state, the others nodding at me, only Sasuke and the samurai walking forward a bit at my announcement.
"I would like to assist in this search, if I may." The samurai pleads, my expression one of shock underneath my cloth mask. Why? She's still quite injured and should be moving too much. I'm surprised she even offered.
"Not in the condition you're in. Sasuke you come and help search as well." I reply, my tone stern as the samurai's armor jingles in protest as she moves forward. A shout from the back of the group makes me stop, Naruto's loud yell stopping me in my tracks.
"Hey! I can help with this, y'know." He shouts, making a hand sign as he molds chakra. So impulsive. Well, his clones would be a help in this matter, I don't mind. He probably feels he needs to make up for earlier today. The two orange wearing clones jump out toward the tree thickets in opposite directions before I can say anything.
"Well...thanks to Naruto being Naruto, I guess that you can keep guard on the old man." I state plainly, my hands held up in a gesture of exhaustion. Really, that idiot. Ah well. I think, watching as Sakura and Hyakkimaru both cover the old man on opposite sides. I leap into the trees at this, scanning for anything that could serve as a small clearing or river. We don't have much choice at the moment to be picky about location. All I can make out is the tops and trunks of trees, nothing to indicate the source of a river anywhere nearby. Hearing a loud shout, I focus my senses that way, quickly finding an orange clad Naruto wearing an excited expression.
"Oh! Is this it?" The blond shouts, pointing toward a small crevice of rocks, water flowing out from a small crack in its formation. I nod, giving the clone a small pat on the head, just like Minato-sensei would do to us when we were on his team. The clone smirks, both of us following the trail of trickling water. After a few minutes we do indeed come upon a small creek, large enough for us to take a small bath if we went in tiny groups. There was no way the women in our group would bathe together with us, no matter how much the perverted part of my mind wanted it. They probably have go further downstream. Sasuke appeared out of a small space of trees soon after, his face expressionless as he pointed to a thicket of trees deeper out.
"There's a small clearing there. We should be good then, seeing as somehow you and that dork found the river." He states, the odd feeling of chakra dispersing in the air as Naruto disappears. So it was a shadow clone. Must be relaying the information to the original then, I think my ears picking up the sound of movement. The five of them appear a few minutes after, Naruto miraculously leading the way. He had a beaming smile on his face, his blue eyes glittering in the slowly deepening sunset.
"Ok. Everything seems to be taken care of; now we just need to start a fire and wash up." I state much to the relief of everyone around me, myself included. "Still," I add, causing everyone to pause. "We will need to keep watch in case of a possible attack." My eye shifting over to Tazuna as I say this, the old man nervously staring back at me as he looks at the five of us.
"I'll explain everything, just give me some time to eat and rest, hm?" He grouches, his tone still quite stern like a parent berating their child. I sigh, not really sure what to make of this man.
"Fine. I'm holding you to that." I say as I walk towards the clearing Sasuke pointed out. The rest of the group easily fell into step behind me and we began to unload our heavy bags off of our backs. It takes us no time at all to set up a small fire pit, our sleeping bags with our backpacks placed in a seemingly random order. I did notice however, that Naruto tried to put his next to Sakura while the latter was more focused on getting closer to Sasuke. I smile in spite of everything else going on, their immature antics a breath of fresh air from our crazy day. If they can act like this, then today might not have been as traumatic as I had feared. I do notice that Tazuna and the female samurai put their bags closer to mine, the latter keeping it quite far away from either of us. Makes sense.
"Hey, hey...you guuys," Naruto whispered, a sly grin on his whiskered face. I already did not like where this was going, my gaze turning to the naked teen. His skin was tan, devoid of any scars, unlike my own unclothed body. Thankfully I was in the middle of washing my face, a cloth covering it as I rubbed it against my skin. My eyes narrowed as I watched Naruto move closer to us, Sasuke making one of his usual tutting noises at the blond.
"What do you want, idiot? I'm trying to bathe here," He responds coldly, Naruto ignoring him to move closer to me. I wince, not liking his proximity; our naked bodies were quite close. I just stare at him, that impish grin of his never leaving his face.
"What is it?" I ask, Naruto pointing to where the girls were supposedly washing themselves,quite a ways away. Oh no. I think, mentally sighing as I understand what he is getting at. That perverted kid wants to go peep on Sakura and Hyakkimaru doesn't he? That would be stupid. And bad news if they found out. If they found out. I muse, an odd nausea in my stomach as I think this. I can't deny the appeal of it, but something about it also seems dishonest. That's part of the thrill idiot. Not wanting to be caught doing something you shouldn't. Besides, I know Naruto only really wanted to look at Sakura anyway, and personally I had no interest in that. She was okay looking, but underage, and had an odd thing going for Sasuke anyway. She likely wouldn't give him the time of day. Naruto's warm breath against my ear nearly made me jump, whispering something so that only I could hear, even though Sasuke was right next to us. Goddammit Naruto, too close!
"Sensei, you want to see her body too, right?" Naruto asks, my face heating up as I clearly know who he is talking about. Not too, Naruto. That's really all I want to see. I honestly could give less of a damn about Sakura. I don't need people calling me a pedofile as well as closet pervert. I imagine her curls falling in front of her face, the wet locks still covering her bandaged eye, her wet body exposed right in front of me; my own naked form hiding behind a tree or some shrubbery as I try to stay out of view while taking quick glances. I can't deny it made something in me tremor with excitement; whether that was my libido or something else I can't tell at the moment. I shake my head, denying that darker part of myself any more pull for right now, as I turn to Naruto with a stern face.
"N-no, what are you talking about? That's..." I start to say, Naruto quickly moving away from me to bug Sasuke. Good. I can regain some of my composure. I ignore the idiot's yammering to watch Tazuna dry himself off, being careful to not stare at the man too long. I wish I could just go and read my book; I wonder how far Junko and the main hero are getting along right now? Last I remember, things were steaming up quite a bit between the two. I wanted to get back to that, instead of watching over this old man and these naked idiots. I can nearly imagine myself in the place of the main character, my hands carefully holding the main heroine around the waist as I leaned into kiss her. Only for a moment, I see Hyakkimaru's face staring at me as I press my lips into hers. She makes a weak moan, her voice softer than I remember, her one brown eye widening with shock as I press into her with my full body. I feel a heat rise up to my face, quickly blinking a few times to get that odd image out of my head. Oh god...Now I'm involving her in my re-imaginings...I think, my face expressionless as I watch Tazuna get dressed, the old man staring at me with an odd look on his face. That look turns to one of astonishment as he pulls a small carafe out of his pocket, the thing obviously filled with alcohol.
"Whaddaya want? I'm just gonna lay here and drink for a bit; don't mind me," He says, uncorking the bottle and taking a deep swig of the stuff. I nod, responding as cordially as I can.
"That's fine. Just be careful and don't get too drunk, alright?" He waves me off, and odd smirk on his face and I turn around, only to see that the two teenage boys are missing. Great. I didn't want to get involved in this, but I guess I have no choice now. I walk through the small river carefully, my bare feet acutely feeling the blades of grass between my toes. I calmly walk in the direction I think they went, the night air against my wet body making me shiver a bit, every hair perking up at the unwanted chill. There's not time to get dressed now; not if I want to find those idiots. Besides, I'm pretty far along the creek now and I see the trees becoming more frequent as I walk along. It takes a another minute or two before I finally spot their crouching figures, hiding behind a couple ricks covered by brush. Naruto's head is peeking over one of the grey rocks, Sasuke just sitting there naked with his arms crossed in front of him. He doesn't look very happy, but his face is red with embarrassment, I notice as I crouch closer to them. I move next to the Uchiha, the black haired teen only giving me a harrowing look as he scoffs.
"So you came too, eh? Perverted idiots." I internally laugh at his remark, noting how his face turned bright red as he said that. He must be enjoying this more than he's letting on. The rock feels cool as I lean against it, barely peeking my head over the top of the smooth surface, my body sliding against its slick surface. Peering over the rock, I only see Sakura's small form, her long pink hair covering most of her nude back. I feel a chill go down my spine, my eye quickly searching for someone else and finding nothing. She's not here. Odd. I thought they'd be bathing together, like we were. My mind flashes back to how she reacted when I touched her earlier today, with clothes on no less. She probably wanted to bathe by herself. Fine by me. I think, Sakura's lamenting voice making me focus on her.
"That's too bad Hyakki-san didn't want to bathe together. I really, really wanted to see her face, and under those bandages of hers too. So mysterious, kinda like Sensei too...hmm..." she stops talking, the sound of water splashing making me perk my ears to hear anything more as I move back from the rock, my visual reconnaissance over. My mood drops at hearing this, causing me to lose interest. After a few seconds of nothing but the sound of water and Sakura doing whatever, I look towards the two teenagers, Sasuke now taking my place behind the rock. I didn't think he was that interested; better this than focusing on revenge I suppose. I slowly creep away from the rocks, Naruto staring at me with a knowing look on his face. I feel my face heat up as the blond gives me a thumbs up, my stomach tingling with that heat again.
I just sneak away from the two, my naked body shivering from being out in the cold for a while. Moving up against that rock doesn't seem to have helped my body temperature either. I ignore the cold moving through my skin as I half-crouch half-walk further up the river's shore, my curiosity getting the better of me. It only takes me a few more minutes of regular walking to hear the splash of water, my body tightening up as I feel knots in my stomach. I quickly move into some bushes, both to get closer and to hide my presence from her. She doesn't appear to me notice me, her sitting back facing me as she wraps bandages around her right arm. I see something out of place, like the sheen of a metallic weapon as I notice that she is still quite dirty. Unlike Sakura, who was mostly pristine, she was still caked with blood and grime, aside from the bandages on her arm. She's taking quite a while to take simple bath; maybe she's just taking her time because of her injuries. Fine by me. She sighs, her body turning my way a bit as she moves her head a little. I can see that the bandages on her face have been changed, as well as the ones on her back. So she did it all on her own, then. I quietly move a bit closer, being careful not to make to much noise as I sidle up against a tree pretty near to her position. The hard bark does feel uncomfortable as I rub up against it, being careful not to injure myself. It is more sensitive down there but not painfully so, and I just focus on getting glimpses of the small samurai. I can see her well from here enough to make out more of her unclothed body, and I don't think she can see me, my body hidden completely by the tree. Perfect. Now to just be careful and not get caught.
"...Today was such a downer," She mutters, her voice quiet as she talks to herself. If I wasn't so close I doubt I could make it out, my ears straining to hear her over the sound of the splashing water as she takes a small cloth and rubs herself down. I watch as the cloth glides over her left thigh, her back bending forward to reach down her calf. I notice more of the odd black stitches on her back, some larger than others, as well as a small patch of scarred skin on her right side. It wasn't a big scar, certainly smaller than the one I have on my left eye but I did notice that it wrapped around to her stomach, curving around the side of her rib cage. It didn't detract from her body too much, her skin quite nice looking in the faint light. I admit I was more focused on the other part of her body that she offered me an unknowing glimpse of; her large and curvy ass, jiggling a little as she bent over to wash her foot. It was pretty round, and I could easily imagine going up right behind her and grabbing it with my hands. I do notice the odd white of bandages on her right leg, making me curious as I to why the leg is bandaged and as well. Did she injure herself that badly from before she came here? I try to focus more on if she is talking, my ears straining to hear.
"I messed up big today. First getting myself injured and having to be looked after by Hatake-san. At least I protected the loudmouth I guess, so it wasn't all bad. Still..." She laments, dipping her dirty cloth in the river to clean it. My body tingled at the mention of my name, the use of the honorific making me feel self-conscious. I didn't really do much, just helped someone who was in trouble as far as I see it. How does she interpret these events? Differently than I do probably.
"He even touched me on the bare skin; his hands were quite gentle, hehe. Ah...stop it, stop it. I shouldn't even go there." Her voice broke its normal facade of calmness at this moment, reverting to a higher pitch as she let out something that sounded to me like a small gasp. I felt a familiar heat settle at the bottom of my stomach, running its way through my entire body. Once again I imagined holding her in my arms; our body heat mingling together as we pressed up against each other in a passionate embrace. I hear her body shuffle as it moves against the grass, her footsteps coming closer as she finds her small bag, her casual clothes draped over a rock a couple feet away. I feel a cold chill run down my nude body, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. Thankfully she can't hear it.
"Honestly, he's not that bad looking either. Haha, then again I am only going by what I imagine him to look like...Oooh, with that deep husky voice of his and his pretty opal eye...Damn it, I sound like some sick pervert or something. But when he looked at me with that tense gaze..." She stops talking, my body heating up from her words. I hear her sniffle, daring myself to peek out to watch her. An odd smirk is on her face, her pale cheeks flushed red as I notice blood dripping out of her nose. Oh, I got you...You tiny pervert. What am I saying? I'm the one being a pervert here; spying on her while she's vulnerable. Still, it feels kind of nice to hear someone say those kinds of things about me. Bet she wouldn't say this unless she thought she was really alone. I muse, watching her pull a small stone out of her bag. A whetstone; the kind used to sharpen swords. She's going to do that, while naked? Isn't that a bit dangerous? I just stay there and watch her, my eye focused on her nice tits. They jiggle as she gets up, and I can't help averting my embarrassed gaze a bit.
That proves to be a bad idea as I wind up staring at her frontal nether regions, my covered face wearing an expression of surprise. I can't really see her privates, her curly tuft of pubic hair guarding them from my view. I internally curse, my fingers digging against the bark of the tree. It makes the tiniest scraping sound as I do it, not caring that I'm getting myself more dirty. I'm already slightly unclean from waking barefoot in the wet dirt, my feet blackened a bit.
"Hm? Did I hear something just now?" Hyakkimaru comments, my heart nearly stopping in my chest as I realize she's talking about me. She must have good hearing if she can notice me. Or she could be mistaking me for an animal. For my pounding heart's sake, I pray it's the latter. Though I do feel a rush of adrenaline at the thought of her spotting me. I imagine her stern face wearing a shocked expression, quickly changing to one of embarrassment as she tries to hide herself from me. I hear her footsteps move closer to my position, fear shooting through me for just a second. My mouth is dry, my tongue stuck to the bottom of my mouth. I'm not thirsty but I could use some water right now. Every single nerve on my body is acutely aware of my surroundings, every hair tingling as I press my naked self closer against the hard tree bark. I pray this is enough to conceal my trembling form, my eyes darting down at the odd feeling in my groin. I had attempted to control my urges, but they seemed to have exploded on their own into something I can no longer control. Oh shit. Not now, not now. This really bad! I curse, staring at the part of my body that was giving me grief; my hard erect dick, a clear giveaway that stood out quite a few inches in front of me. I hastily attempt to cover it with my hands, but it's useless as I can't return it to its proper position because of the flow of blood causing it to harden. Sweat beads on my forehead, my ears perking up as I hear her move closer to the tree, my heart beating so loud it echoes in my eardrums. She just calmly grabs her sheathed blade and lays it against the tree, the small rock right beside it. The tiny samurai easily walks back to the river, grabbing her cleaned cloth and rubbing her stomach with it. I let out the tiniest breath I can, exhaling all of the tension out of my body. Or at least most of it, staring at my erect cock. I can't take care of this now; not unless I want to risk getting caught. I feel her staring at the spot where I am again, her voice loud and firm as it holds no trace of the meekness it had before.
"There's someone there, isn't there? I can hear you, you weirdo," She comments, her hand still focused on rubbing down her stomach with the cloth. Her boobs jiggle as she does, the two twin peaks moving clearer into my field of vision. It makes my erect cock pulse with libido. I don't dare move. She might be bluffing, but I am not so sure. She sighs, her tone stern as she speaks again.
"I'm going to punish you for this, whoever you are. I don't understand why you'd waste your time peeping on someone as ugly as me though. This body isn't a thing to be admired," she laments, her voice sounding almost despondent at that last remark. I feel a flash of guilt run through me, as well as a tinge of pity. She must be talking about her bandaged face and body. Even though I didn't really see under the bandages, she looked fine to me, if maybe a bit rough around the edges. That can't be helped; she's probably gotten in her fair share of scrapes as well. It's no wonder her body has some scars on it, though I admit I'm more curious about her black marks. Those look like older scars, and there's probably a history there. I won't ask about it; now or later. That would reveal to her that I'm the perverted bastard who's spying on her. She probably has an idea, but I'm not going to throw myself out there.
I just watch as she srcubs herself down, my own body growing cold from the chill night air. This really isn't a good place for me to be right now. How long has it been since I split up with the boys? Probably fifteen minutes, or maybe less. I won't move however, as I know Hyakkimaru is probably on her guard right now. She keeps glancing toward the spot where I am, her naked body clearly visible to me now. I just stare at her, painfully attempting to ignore my throbbing dick as it protests in my hands. I'd love to alleviate myself of this problem but there's no way I can at the moment.
So I watch her naked body, every movement enticing to me as it is illuminated by the light of the moon and hidden by the shade of the night. She finishes up washing herself in the next ten minutes, a small towel wrapped around her body as she rubs herself dry. I enjoy the movements of her ass and tits, bouncing to and fro as she rubs the water out of her body. I shiver once again in the night air, the tree cold as it has finished transferring all of it's heat to me. I'm still quite wet myself, my hair plastered to my forehead in long silver locks. It's much more manageable when I'm wearing my hitai-ate. I take a glimpse of the tiny samurai, my field of view offering me one last good look at her round ass before she covers it up with a pair of white undergarments. Aw, that's too bad... I lament, my eyes focusing on her body while she takes something out of her bag. It's a roll of bandages, which leaves me confused for a moment before I watch her wrap them around her large tits, the two mounds considerably decreasing in size the more she goes. She takes a deep breath, her breasts once again covered by a ordinary bra. So that's why they looked so small while she has armor on. Must be a pain to fight with those things getting in the way. She easily gets dressed in more casual attire, stuffing her armor in her bag before moving over to where she laid the sword and whetstone. She's just wearing a simple shirt and long pants, probably to cover up her bandaged leg, but it still looks nice on her.
Another pang of lust and fear hits me as I watch her sit down right across from me, her sword in one hand. I could reach out and touch her on the shoulder she was so close. I don't bother, my body trembling from being so cold and wet. She completely ignores me busy scraping the side of her blade against the whetstone. She does this for a couple minutes, before holding the blade up to the moonlight and nodding. I mentally moan as I realize she is not done, quickly turning over the blade so it's on the opposite side. She begins the pattern again, my body growing miserable from being out in the cold for so long. I want to just leave and grab my clothes, but every time I attempt to move, her face turns my way. It's almost as if she's saying no to me. She has to know someone is there by now, she has to. If she does though, she makes no move of revealing it, her gaze wary as she puts away her sword and whetstone back into her bag. If I didn't care about how she thought of me, I would've grabbed her by the wrist right then and there. I mean, she does like me...at least a crush or something. I feel my face flush with shame, my body heating up a bit from my lustful thoughts as my dick once again reminds me it needs immediate attention. Then again, this could just be my mind talking, my body heating up as I imagine her spotting me behind the tree, a teasing smile on her face. There's no way she'd do that though; she'd probably be angry. I couldn't blame her either; if some stranger was creeping on me I'd be pissed too, not aroused. She takes her time making sure she has gathered all of her things, calmly beginning to walk back the way to our camp. I let out a small sigh, finally glad that she is gone. I just want to go get dressed and go to bed. I'm tired and today has been physically, mentally and emotionally draining. Just in case, I wait a few more moments before I look down at my pulsating cock, gingerly grabbing the shaft with my lukewarm hands. I don't want anyone to see me do this, ironically, despite my previous voyerism.
It takes a few minutes for me to get into a good rhythm, my body heating up as I feel the waves of pleasure run through me. My hands run up and down the shaft, tightly gliding down my erect cock as I moan. I can feel myself start to cum, liquids starting to drip out of my tip. I don't yet though, wanting to savor the feeling; I know I won't be able to do this for some time. Not around the kids, Tazuna or the small samurai. I'd better enjoy it now. My mind flashes back to Hyakkimaru's naked body, my own starting to move back and forth with my hands in some sort of trance. I moan out loud, not really caring if anyone hears it. I doubt anyone is still here; she left quite a while ago. This built up tension finally releases inside me, one last wave of pleasure erupting through me as a stream of cum shoots out my dick. I pant heavily, checking my silver pubes to make sure there is no cum on them, my cock still dripping with semen as I ride out the afterglow. I just wait for my cock to become flaccid once more, which takes a couple minutes longer than I would like. I almost start to rev myself up again as I imagine the tiny samurai pressing up against me, her boobs in my face. Oh God...I shake my head, trying to keep these thoughts out of my mind. I calmly walk to the riverside where Hyakkimaru was bathing, bending down to clean myself off. Taking off the makeshift cloth I used to hide my face, I gingerly begin tending to myself, making sure to wipe my dick thoroughly. I clean my body thoroughly not wanting to leave any trace of the activity, quickly getting rid of the dirty rag to hide any evidence. Giving myself a quick shake to dry off, I calmly and quietly head back toward the other end of the river. The two boys, and Sakura for that matter are no longer here, the place empty as it is quite late now. Of course they would be, I muse watching as the moon is high in the sky, the cool night breeze making me shiver a bit. It is spring but we are still on the last vestiges of winter, so the air can get a bit chilly. I stop for a few seconds to watch the moon, thankful for its illumination tonight for a variety of reasons. It takes me a bit to walk back to where we were bathing, thanks to the darkness of the trees and my unfamiliarity with the area. Of course no one else is there now, even Tazuna probably gone back to camp to rest. The area is empty, completely void of any human presence, the only sound the river and the trees in the wind. Something about this seems off to me as I walk toward the area I thought I had left my things. At least my things should be here...I think, my eye scanning the area for any trace of my clothes or bag. Nothing. Confusion settles in as I wonder where my stuff has gone. It can't be bandits; we'd made sure to cover our tracks quite well before setting up camp. My mind instantly races back to Naruto, his face wearing one of his mischievous grins. Could he have done it? It's possible, but I also carefully walk around the small clearing, trying to find any hint of where my things could have gone. I didn't find much, aside from the small hint of disturbed ground near where I left my things. My body freezes as I hear Naruto's laughter above me, his voice echoing from atop the trees. Of course it was him; this kind of prank wouldn't be so out of place for him, I guess.

“Hahaha! You look like such an idiot, Sensei. This prank was totally worth it,” He shouts with that high pitched voice of his, his lithe body jumping across the trees, my view of him partly obscured. I stay on the ground, not really wanting to run across the treetops exposed like this; I'd rather not anyone else see me in this pathetic state. I could use a transformation technique, but Naruto is getting farther away from me by the second, and that would waste energy and time. I can catch him easily, I tell myself, as I follow his tiny form with my eyes. It might be because of our distance, but he seems smaller than usual. I start to become agitated, my brows narrowing as I dash after him into the dark forest, being careful not to run into any tough bushes or brambles. That would hurt. He seems to be a bit slower than usual, probably because we are all tired. I'm not running as fast as I want to either, my eye also scanning for any other traps he may have set. I just follow his taunting voice, trying to keep a good eye on him. Honestly, I don't know why I'm attempting to play along. It's not really worth the aggravation, but I don't feel like wasting chakra on jutsu or enhancing my speed. Knowing Naruto, his traps are more...devious than this. I should be on my guard. I just focus on chasing the annoying kid, wanting to get this over with already. We go through the trees, my vision of him blocked by the branches and leaves; an odd feeling in the pit of my stomach. I just run, trying to watch for any sign of him, my right foot tripping as I step on a wire that I didn't notice. How careless of me. I must be losing it. I feel my feet fly out from under me as the string tugs on my ankle, cutting into my bare skin as it drags me across a random tree. I grunt as I feel the string wrap around me, the cords digging into my naked body and completely binding me to the trunk. I am immobilized, my arms and legs bound by the thin wire; my anger rising slightly as I hear Naruto's laugh from somewhere close by.

“T-this isn't funny, you dolt! Come on out already; this is getting tiresome,” I shout, my face flushed with embarrassment at being caught in this stupid trap. I'm also tired of being cold and naked, the night air cutting through my skin and giving me goosebumps. Maybe if I pretended to give up the blond would stop his foolish prank. I hear the rustle from branches above me, straining my ears to hear the sound, as I can't move my head much thanks to the wire. As I watch him jump down from the branch, my eye widens as I make out his figure in more detail thanks to the light of the moon above us. They were wearing his orange jacket, and the giggle did sound like Naruto's, but my heart skipped a beat as she moved closer to me, her clothed body pressing up against my own. My anger turned into surprise then, my body warming up with embarrassment as my mind processed who was in front of me. I could only mutter her name, my brain confused as I wondered why she would do this.

“H-hyakkimaru-san?”

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A/N: This chapter is now complete. Reviews are great, thanks. Gonna edit ch3 so it matches up with this one now and expect that one to be bit longer as well. Not this long, but maybe half the length. I dunno.
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