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Claim Me	By : t69 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue, Part 1
- 2-Prologue, Part 2
- 3-Part 1
- 4-Part 2
- 5-Part 3
- 6-Part 4
- 7-Part 5
- 8-Part 6
- 9-Part 7
- 10-Part 8
- 11-Part 9
- 12-Part 10
- 13-Part 11
- 14-Part 12
- 15-Part 13
- 16-Part 14
- 17-Part 15
- 18-Part 16
- 19-Part 17
- 20-Part 18
- 21-Part 19
- 22-Part 20
- 23-Part 21
- 24-Part 22
- 25-Part 23
- 26-Part 24
- 27-Part 25
- 28-Part 26
- 29-Part 27
- 30-Part 28
- 31-Part 29
- 32-Part 30
- 33-Part 31
- 34-Part 32
- 35-Part 33
- 36-Part 34
- 37-Part 35
- 38-Part 36
- 39-Epilogue
- 25
- 26
- 27
kit: It's been a while. Glad to see that you're still seemingly enjoying the fic. This next one will be a bit subdued, but filled with little details that will get your mind working. I'm setting up for a series of big conflicts in the next couple of chapters.

Sakura jumped face-first into her bed, the map she had retrieved successfully in her right hand.
As the medical-nin had expected, there were yards of caution tape all over the place, but much to her relief, the dwelling attached to the eatery was spared. It was probably investigated early on and was deemed insignificant to the case. The retrieval went smoothly and without incident.
'So how come you're sulking there?' Inner Sakura noted.
"You know why," the brunette spat, "You… were right. I just couldn't admit it; until now, that is. Kami, and I even called Kiba a man-whore. I'm the whore."
'Hey! I resent that! Don't forget that I'm you, so whatever you call yourself, you effectively call me as well.'
The jōnin rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. "Why?" she asked. Inuzuka Kiba was everything every woman, kunoichi and non-kunoichi alike, would want, yet here she was, attracted to other men.
'You're a medical-nin; you should know. Attraction is merely a function of neurotransmitters—reactions to qualities seen in a person that are deemed desirable. Attraction is not a matter of choice. The choice lies in what you do in response to that attraction, so don't go calling yourself a slut... or at least not yet.'
The green-eyed kunoichi remained silent.
'Besides,' the imaginary being continued, 'didn't Kiba tell you already? He said that it's okay with him if you get attracted to other people. Heck, he even went so far as to say that it's fine with him if you masturbate while thinking about other men. What matters to him is that you choose him at the end of the day. His clan understands primal behavior better than any scholar, and they embrace it wholeheartedly. As a being of similar nature, I agree with them.'
Sakura frowned slightly. "The most important mission of my career and I here I am fantasizing about three guys," she mumbled, "What sort of ninja am I?"
'A very good one,' Inner Sakura answered irately, 'Now quit yapping about your so-called "moral dilemma" or I just might change my opinion.'
Not wanting to aggravate her inner self further, the kunoichi complied. She decided to take a short nap before meeting up with Kiba to iron out the details of tonight's endeavor. The nap ended up being cut short, though, for in less than ten minutes, several knocks echoed across the room.
"It's open," the brunette said, yawning a little.
"Hey," came a familiar voice.
The woman pulled herself up into a cross-legged sitting position on her bed. She stole a peek at her doorway and was relieved to see the dog-nin wearing a tank top and some loose shorts. Had he worn anything less, she was certain that the two of them would get nothing accomplished; at least nothing related to the mission.
"Is that it?" the Inuzuka inquired as he ambled to the bed.
"Yeah."
"I heard about what happened," the raven-eyed hunk said as he sat beside his lover.
The kunoichi bristled somewhat. "It was nothing," she said.
"You had me worried sick, you know?" Kiba muttered, "You weren't around earlier when I came by an hour ago. Then I heard that Sayuri-san was killed last night." The brown-haired jōnin frowned. "You could've left a message."
"And risk getting the message intercepted? This mission is too important for such frivolities, Kiba."
"Frivolities?" the Platinum King repeated with a slight edge on his tone.
"Oh, you know what I mean."
"Listen, I know very well that you're a very capable shinobi, but that doesn't mean I can't worry about you. I'm your boyfriend, and you mean far too much to me…"
Sakura bit her lip. 'Will you pull yourself together, woman!?' her inner self berated.
"I… I'm sorry," the emerald-eyed medical nin muttered.
Kiba breathed a deep sigh and moved behind her. He placed his legs on either side of her and made her lean on his chest. The kunoichi hummed in approval. "It must've been tough. I'm sorry I wasn't there. So… what happened?" he queried as he absentmindedly stroked her hair.
The brunette began narrating everything from last night's failed retrieval to the breakfast meeting with Kai. She was concise and accurate, as was expected of her. She managed to finish in less than five minutes without leaving out any details, except, of course, for that tiny bit about her admitting having feelings for the blue-eyed man and the bubbling heat Kyosuke conjured between her legs.
"So he can fight pretty well, huh? That's an interesting little tidbit about Kai," the Inuzuka noted, his eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion.
"You have to admit, though, his explanations seemed plausible enough. I'm swayed to believe he's not really an adversary."
Despite his interest in pursuing the topic, the man was forced by reason to abandon it and ask about the other, more overt threat. "Anyway, darkness, huh? Did it feel like a Nara clan technique or perhaps that genjutsu the Senju were so proficient at?"
"You mean Bringer of Darkness?"
"Yup, that's the one."
Sakura shook her head. "Those were the first things I considered, but no, this… felt different. It didn't feel like shadow manipulation. As for Bringer of Darkness, that technique is only supposed to affect eyesight. This one affected everything except touch, possibly taste, but I never got to test that."
"I see," the brunet mumbled, nodding, "I suppose that's consistent with the fact that as far as I know, there are no missing-nin from the Nara clan," He reached out from behind the emerald-eyed medical-nin and touched the scroll, allowing his fingers to brush against hers. "You should've waited for me."
"There were many police officers around, Kiba. I hardly think the one who attacked Sayuri-san last night would dare make an appearance," the brunette said in defense of her actions. "I'm more than capable of handling such a simple task, Kiba."
The hunky jōnin shook his head. "The way you described your opponent, he or she seemed skilled enough to dare trying just that, Sakura," he explained. He rested his head on her shoulder and wrapped a strong arm around her midsection. "Again, I'm not questioning your skills, so don't be so defensive. I'm just trying to look out for you."
"I don't need loo—"
The onyx-eyed king exhaled in exasperation, effectively cutting off the kunoichi. This earned him a scowl of disapproval. "Listen, I know it'll take a lot more than a single statement from me to change the way you think, but let me just put it out there," he explained, "Even the strongest ninja need help sometimes, Sakura. Just because a warrior is strong, it doesn't mean they should always do things all by themselves, and the inverse is also true, that is, warriors shouldn't have to do things themselves just to prove they are strong."
Sakura huffed. "What's your point, Kiba?"
"My point is, we're at the most critical point in the mission, Sakura," Kiba continued, "Conflict is inevitable. Just… When I offer my help, don't think of it as showing off, and just look at it for what it is."
The medical-nin snorted. "Who died and made you the wise one? And you're one to talk about not proving yourself. You're the one constantly dueling with Naruto and Sasuke."
The dog-nin just chuckled. "It's all just training, and I have virtually the same skill profile so whenever we fight, we both manage to sharpen further what we're already exceptionally good at. Sasuke, on the other hand, I fight solely for his genjutsu skills. I really suck in that field and Kurenai-sensei usually takes it easy on me when I ask her to duel with me, whereas the Uchiha doesn't hold back. I've found out that I learn a lot more in all-out fights."
"Fine, fine…"
"As for becoming wiser," the well-built man continued, "it's actually a skill members of our clan possess."
"Huh?"
"I'm sure you've heard about rumors that ninja from my clan could take vital information just by fucking their targets," the hung ninja explained. "It's true. Our cocks can act like siphons. When our targets cum, during that brief split-second when their minds go blank, we 'suck' out what we need through our dicks. Inevitably, some intelligence is dragged along. It's a little like the Yamanaka clan's skills, only much more pleasurable on the caster's part. I've made you cum, what, about a thousand times already, right? Your IQ has probably dropped by about 50 points. It's just about one-twentieth of a point per orgasm, so I really think it's worth it, don't you?"
The green-eyed kunoichi couldn't believe what she was hearing. 'Having sex with Kiba is making me dumber by the orgasm!?' she thought in disbelief.
The Inuzuka couldn't keep a straight face for more than a few seconds after seeing his girlfriend's reaction. He laughed heartily at her expense. "Kami, Sakura, I was kidding! You should've seen your face!" he exclaimed in between guffaws.
Sakura hit the mirthful shinobi in the arm, a smile gracing her face as well despite her embarrassment for falling for such a ridiculous story. "Information sucking by fucking, huh? Good one," she said as dryly as she could.
"I was kidding about the IQ thing," the handsome man clarified after he had managed to control himself, "The other part's true."
The kunoichi put on a look of haughty derision. "You're pulling my leg."
The well-endowed brunet shook his head. "Nope, it's true. Didn't Tsunade-sama tell you that she chose me specifically for this mission because I have a couple of unique skills?"
"As for my last reason for choosing Kiba," Tsunade said, "his clan possesses certain… skills that would help make the mission proceed as smoothly as possible. One of them is the ability to stay sterile by sheer will without the use of any special jutsu; as such, among the potential candidates, he has the lowest probability of getting anybody pregnant. He will have to have sex with a lot of people during the course of this mission, after all. I will not elucidate further regarding the other skill."
'So that's what shishō was talking about then,' the emerald-eyed beauty thought.
"Hey, what's with that face?" the ebony-eyed stud asked, noting the somewhat snotty look the woman had on. "What's so unbelievable about it? Fine, it's probably not as… refined as, say, the mind-reading ability of Pain's Human Path, but you have to admit, it's a nifty, and kinky, little ability that doesn't even require hand seals. Don't look down on it. It's actually quite hard to pull off. It's not exactly a walk in the park to focus and sift through someone's mind to get what you need when their pussy or ass is pulsing around your cock, you know? Through some, uh, practice, I've managed to become one of the best in using this method in extracting information."
An elegant brown brow arched. "Practice, huh?"
"Er, yeah," the man continued, brushing the matter off, though the smallest of nervous fidgets did not escape Sakura's senses. "Anyway, female members of the clan can do this too, though only with male targets whose cocks are at least five inches long. For us guys, both male and female targets are okay."
The brow arched again—this time, in askance.
"The user and the target have to be connected deeply by the pelvis, either by the pussy or by the ass. For us male ninja, that's not a problem because we have big cocks. It's in our genes. It's so fundamental to our clan identity that it's even part of the 'coming of age' ceremony when we turn twenty one. Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, for girls on girls, this 'deep' connection isn't possible 'cause, you know…" Kiba put his hands together, as if her were praying.
The medical-nin's elbow quickly jabbed the brown-haired hunk's ribs. "I know what you mean, idiot!" she mumbled, blushing all the while from both the image that her partner invoked and the little tidbit about Inuzuka males' anatomic dimensions. "What's this about the 'coming of age' ceremony?" she found herself asking.
The dog-nin smiled teasingly. "I can't tell you. It's top-secret clan information," he said.
Sakura pouted.
"If you really wanna know, then maybe you should just marry me so that you'll be privy to all the details."
The beautiful woman glowered. "Really, Kiba? That's the best marriage proposal you can come up with?" she said, feigning disappointment.
The hung jōnin just smiled. "Fine, fine… I don't see any harm in telling you anyway," he said, "It's the first part of a three-part thing called 'The Gauging.' An Inuzuka male's erect dick is measured. If it falls below a length of seven inches and a girth of four and a half inches, the guy is exiled from the clan. I'm not going to tell you about the rest. What I will tell you is that the other two parts are way kinkier. Just use your imagination."
The brown-haired kunoichi found herself both slack-jawed and blushing. "They exile clan members for having relatively small… members!?" she thought out loud. "Isn't that a little too much for such a small matter?"
"Pun intended?" the Platinum King jibed, earning him a scowl. He leaned back and chuckled. "Hey, the practice has served us well," he said, "so we really see no point in changing it. Besides, having big dicks gives us a better chance of giving our female targets multiple orgasms. I'm not saying cock size is the sole factor in making girls cum. Hell, a guy with a three-incher could probably do it if he knew what he was doing, but really, being gifted in terms of size really helps. You see, when the—"
"Whoa, whoa, slow down," the green-eyed shinobi complained. "Go back to that first part."
"Hmm? The multiple orgasms thing?"
The medical-nin nodded.
"You're a medical-nin. You know how briefly orgasms last. Since we can only do 'browsing' during the actual cumming, we have to make it last as long as possible. It's much easier with female targets because they can experience multiple orgasms. As for male targets, well, it's much more difficult. Usually, in such cases, more conventional methods of information extraction are used, like the use of truth potions or genjutsu."
"I see," Sakura murmured. "So this is what you were grinning about last Tuesday—the method you said you'd try out first before using genjutsu if it were to fail."
The handsome Inuzuka nodded. "Kyoko informed me that once I'm finished with my solo performance, I'm to accompany Miyako back Lord Hisoka's manor. However, instead of doing that, I'll coax her into having a quickie in the Platinum King's room."
"Don't forget to open the windows," the beautiful kunoichi reminded.
"I won't," the addressed responded, "After a bit of foreplay and some action, I'll proceed to extracting the information. Luckily, my technique doesn't need hand seals, so I can proceed despite the security cameras. Should it fail, I'll just have to resort to genjutsu. I can just embrace her and do the seals behind her back. It'll provide the perfect cover. Besides, she'd probably be too focused on me pounding her pussy to care about my hands."
"Meanwhile, I'll be outside your window, waiting for you to grunt some kinky tease or perhaps bellow an incoherent statement in your state of rapture," the brunette supplied. "That'll be my guide as to which shrine currently holds the scroll."
"Once that's over and done with, I'll get a bit rough and 'accidentally' bang her head particularly hard against the headboard; not enough to kill, naturally, but enough to cause a mild concussion. I'll call for some medical help and then take the chance to slip past the bouncers. We'll meet up on the rooftop of the tattoo shop across Lord Hisoka's manor precisely ten minutes after I holler the number. You've synchronized your watch to the one in the Platinum King's room?"
"Of course."
Kiba smirked. "Seems simple enough, right?" He looked at the scroll. "Now, let's have a look at that map."
Without further ado, the medical-nin broke the wax seal and allowed the paper to unfold.
The map was deceptively simple. The entire sheet bore a grid. A small compass rose was located on the upper right-hand corner and beside it was the scale. No legend was present, and it wasn't required, for all structures included were fairly self-explanatory.
"This must be the manor," Sakura murmured, pointing to a moderately sized trapezoid near the lower right-hand side of the map. The shape of the figure along with her knowledge of the building's dimensions permitted the assumption.
"And these must be the shrines," the hunky brunet added, waving an arm over an area with several circular figures, numbered one through eight in a seemingly random fashion. "Just lovely… No pattern whatsoever both in layout and numbering," he grunted in annoyance.
The emerald-eyed jōnin shrugged and stood, silently whining as her back parted from her hung boyfriend's luscious chest. She went to her equipment scroll and, after a small poof, returned with a ruler, a protractor, a pencil and a few spare sheets of paper. She knelt at the edge of the bed and rotated the map so that it faced her. She placed a small dot at the center of the trapezoid and began drawing lines to the circles representing the shrines. With that done, next came the painstaking job of calculating distances based on the scale and measuring the angle the line segments subtended with the manor acting as the origin of a two-dimensional coordinate plane.
The handsome dog-nin suppressed a yawn as he watched the brown-haired beauty work. Map reading, with all the geometry and arithmetic, really wasn't his thing. He wasn't actually bad at it like Lee and Chouji were. He just found it exceedingly boring. He was really fortunate to have been teamed up with Shino and Hinata during his younger days. Both were exceptionally patient, not to mention lovers of anything even remotely mathematical. When he got promoted into a jōnin, though, he was forced to suck it up and train further in the skill. After all, being a jōnin, and an exceptionally powerful one at that, meant being asked to do solo missions every now and then.
"I did a little investigating about Sano's death, by the way," he said, making small talk as he waited.
"Hmm?" the kunoichi asked, not taking her eyes off the map.
"I just… got a bad feeling about it," the raven-eyed stud admitted.
Green eyes left the parchment and studied her partner. Shinobi of the Inuzuka clan were known for their instincts. She would be foolish to ignore his hunches. "Well? What did you find out?"
"I managed to, uh, 'persuade' a couple of police officers into letting me see the crime scene. The place was somewhat bloody, but I was told all the blood had been identified as Sano's," the Platinum King explained, "There was a cacophony of scents in the place." The nose scrunch did not go unnoticed.
The brunette giggled. "The ones who pursued me in the alley looked particularly… fragrant," she teased, remembering the rather smelly-looking bunch.
Kiba made a face. "Anyway, among the dozens of scents, five smelled rather recent. Of course, there was Sano's scent, and then, there were three distinct nasty ones and…"
Sakura leaned forward. "The killer?"
"Maybe," the brown-haired stud mused, "The three nasty ones must be from Hiroshi and two of his lackeys. They must've met up sometime during the day before pursuing you. The other one smelled fairly familiar, but the three fetid scents were so strong that they drowned it out. Actually, I was only able to catch a whiff of Sano's odor because, well, he has lived there for some time, or at least I can assume so. Whoever that other person was must've visited only briefly."
"I see," the medical-nin murmured, her hand resting on her chin. "It's more likely that that unknown visitor is the killer," she declared.
The well-endowed man nodded. "I think so too," he concurred. "If Kai really is as powerful and as skilled as you described, then it's impossible for Hiroshi's gang to have sauntered back to Sano's place to kick his ass for having them chase after a girl who happens to be the hokage's apprentice."
The kunoichi smirked and returned to her work. "Anyway, I'm assuming you think the attacks on Sayuri-san and Sano are somehow related."
The dog-nin made a sound of affirmation.
"Though it is remarkably weird for two individuals somehow associated with us to be slain in the same night, think about the implications," the emerald-eyed woman explained, "These attacks were both done by ninja. Given the techniques I saw, the one who attacked Sayuri-san was most certainly one. Sano might not have been as beefy as you are but he was far from scrawny. He wouldn't have died so easily without injuring his opponent at the very least."
"Oh, I know it was a ninja," the onyx-eyed Inuzuka interrupted.
"How?"
"Well, I managed to sneak into the coroner's office to look at the body. The wounds definitely appear to have been inflicted by a weapon far too exotic for a normal goon to have wielded expertly."
Sakura frowned. While she was unhappy with the fact that her partner was risking getting exposed by sneaking around such facilities, she couldn't argue with the results. "Exotic, you say?"
Kiba nodded. "There were several moderately deep gashes on his torso. What was curious was a spiral gash on one of his arms that was so deep it almost severed the entire thing."
"We might be looking at two assailants, then," the medical-nin supplied as she calculated the distance to the third shrine. "The one who attacked Sayuri-san managed to hack off a portion of her torso in one blow—something consistent with a weapon that has a large blade like a katana. The one who attacked Sano, however, must've wielded a smaller blade with enormous skill to have been able to inflict such curved incisions. Perhaps it was a tantō, or perhaps even kunai linked to strings not unlike the ones Tenten uses."
"There's also the possibility that we're dealing with a weapons expert who sent a shadow clone to get rid of Sano while the real one went for Sayuri-san."
"That's very possible," the kunoichi agreed, "However, before you immerse yourself in the topic, you should look at the bigger picture."
The Inuzuka's brows furrowed. "Huh?"
"Well, you didn't let me finish earlier," the brunette said with a small frown. She looked up from the sheet in front of her. "Think about it. Sayuri-san was an ally and Sano was an adversary. Why would the enemy, assuming they were truly involved in Sano's death, kill both? Wouldn't they have left the guy alone to mess with us? Even if there were multiple factions, what would they gain by eliminating someone who posed some threat to us, however small?"
The Platinum King mulled silently.
"On the contrary, if Sano's attackers were actually allies, say, from Suna, shouldn't they have revealed themselves already? Wouldn't Tsunade-shishō have informed us of this prior, or perhaps sent a messenger to deliver this information?"
"I guess you're right," the dog-nin said in surrender, "Maybe I'm just a little paranoid."
Sakura made a soft humming sound.
The dark-eyed shinobi continued contemplating silently, allowing his partner to concentrate on what she was doing.
After about three minutes, the medical-nin began scribbling some numbers on a small piece of paper. "Here," she said, handing the handsome man the sheet.
Kiba looked at the item briefly and stuffed it into one of his pockets. He, then, lunged forward and grabbed his partner by the armpits, lifting her with ease.
The kunoichi yelped slightly as her back met the cushion. The dog-nin's face hovered over her own. Kami, he really was outrageously good-looking, she thought dreamily. She closed her eyes, expecting a smoldering kiss. However, much to her surprise, their lips touched for but the briefest of moments. Her eyes snapped open, disappointment and confusion apparent on each green orb.
The Platinum King chuckled. "You should rest," he whispered, "You've been doing most of the serious stuff while all I've been doing is, well, fuck around. That must suck big time." He kissed her again, longer and more passionately this time. "Don't worry. When this is all over, I'll make it up to you," he murmured in a huskier tone.
A tingle of excitement ran up the kunoichi's spine.
Feeling his restraint slip at the smell of arousal, the hung jōnin jumped off the bed and started towards the door. "Oh, and one last thing," he said, "I'd hate to ask more of you, since you've been doing so much, but do keep an eye on Kai tonight, just to be on the safe side."
The hung jōnin barely made a sound as he left the room, leaving the woman to mull over things. 'Just my luck,' she thought.
'Well, you knew this would happen, right? He can't exactly keep an eye on Kai while he's out performing or fucking someone's brains out, that is, without the use of ninjutsu,' her inner self commented.
"I know," the medical-nin mumbled, "It's just…"
'You wanted to avoid Kai after what happened earlier this morning, right?'
"Well, truth be told, I'm really starting to believe that he's not involved in anything."
Inner Sakura being tapped her imaginary foot impatiently.
"Fine," Sakura mumbled, "What happened this morning has something to do with it too… But just a little!" She held out her hand in front of her with her index and middle fingers a very small distance apart, as if actually arguing with someone.
'As much as I'd like to be more patronizing, all I can say to you is suck it up and do your job. Besides, keeping an eye on Kai isn't all that bad, you know?' Inner Sakura teased, a sliver of a smirk gracing her face.
The emerald-eyed shinobi grumbled and turned her attention to the map. She didn't need a long time to memorize the numbers; a few seconds were more than enough. She jumped off the bed and went to the bathroom. She placed the map on the sink and made a hand seal for a D-rank katon. She hesitated for a moment as the image of Sayuri flashed briefly before her eyes. "Thank you, Sayuri-san," she muttered with a small smile before letting the small flame engulf the paper. Once done, she turned on the faucet, letting the ashes swirl down with the water. As the black specks spiraled down, she wondered how her partner was faring with the numbers. She giggled slightly, silently wishing him luck.

"Shrine eight – 85.5 m, 37.8° E of N…" Kiba muttered under his breath. He peeked at the sheet of paper and promptly cursed. "Ah!" he growled in frustration, grabbing a pillow and hurling it angrily at nothing in particular. A miserable thud was heard as the cushion hit the smaller sofa. "It's 27.8° E of N! Damn these numbers!"
The dog-nin had been trying to memorize the locations of the eight shrines for the past half hour and despite getting the general idea of their locations in three-dimensional space inside his mind, he just couldn't remember the numbers. How he wished he had his partner's near-eidetic memory in times like these. He was about to start again when his acute hearing sensed activity just outside the door. Quickly, he pocketed the piece of paper and assumed an indolent pose.
Kai entered the flat and closed the door behind him. He was carrying a couple of plastic bags and was whistling a tune. He turned around and was quick to notice the man lounging on the sofa. He immediately quieted down, but it appeared he was too late as tired and sleepy eyes soon opened.
"Oh, hey," the brown-haired hunk said before yawning, "Good morning, Kai."
"Good morning," the blue-eyed king greeted back, "Sorry for waking you up."
"It's no biggie," the jōnin assured his companion, "I was just going to my room anyway. I just watched some TV to catch up on some news and then I took a little nap. Kyoko and I kept at it until six o'clock."
The raven-haired stud let out a low whistle. "Really? She sacrificed her beauty rest?" he asked incredulously. "You must be, uh, extraordinarily good." Realizing what he said, he cleared his throat, appearing a little uncomfortable about talking about another man's sexual prowess.
The Inuzuka grinned cockily. "Well…" he trailed. "Anyway, have you heard about what happened to Sano?"
"Yeah," Kai said, nodding slightly, "He and I never really got along but that was just terrible."
"Well, according to the news, it was a robbery. He was just an unlucky little jerk, eh?" Kiba sat up from his reclined position, a serious look on his face. "I also heard about what happened between you and my girl."
The Silver King stiffened slightly. The slight pang in his chest at those last two words did not go unnoticed. "What?" he clarified, his throat suddenly feeling a bit dry.
The brunet smiled. "I heard you saved Mikoto from a bunch of thugs last night. You have my thanks."
The azure-eyed man let go of the breath he was subconsciously holding. He thought that the taller king was referring to what happened that morning. "It was nothing, really."
"Pick a restaurant."
"Huh?"
"Pick a restaurant," the dog-nin repeated, "I'm going to treat you to lunch. Then we'll go around and do whatever you want—buy clothes, find some women to bang, buy video games, whatever. Hell, I'd strip naked and let you fuck me in the middle of the street if that's what you want."
Kai's eyes widened. "N-no! That's—" he began, his cheeks becoming rosy at such lewd imagery.
"Oh, you want me to top you? I assure you, you won't regret it. This body's built to please, man. The pain only lasts for a few thrusts, so don't worry. When I start jabbing at your prostate, you'll be cumming like there's no tomorrow."
"W-what? I— No! That's not what I—" the flushed man stammered.
The Platinum King guffawed. "Relax, Kai," he said, "I was just messing with you. You've made it clear that you go exclusively for the ladies unless the job calls for it. Anyway, pick a restaurant already."
"Really, you don't have t—"
"I insist."
There was a finality in the onyx-eyed man's tone that told the Silver King that arguing further was pointless. He peeked at one of the plastic bags and sighed. 'I suppose I can just cook these later. The herbs won't taste as good, though,' he thought. He mulled for a few moments. "Well, I haven't been to Tselementes's and I've been hearing nothing but good things about it."
"Tselementes's it is. Let's meet downstairs at around half past eleven." Kiba yawned again. "I'll just get some rest. We do have a performance tonight and I don't want the audience to say I'm a one-show wonder."
"Alright, then," the ebony-haired man responded, "I'll see you later."
With that, the tall shinobi got up from the sofa and ambled clumsily to his room. He waved once with his back towards Kai, signaling his momentary departure. Once inside his room, he jumped onto his bed and put both hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. 'Sakura seems fairly convinced that he's not an enemy,' he thought, 'I have to admit, everything adds up; a little improbable, but cohesive. I'm still a little skeptical, though.'
'I suppose investigating this myself wouldn't hurt.' Kiba felt the slip of paper crunch within his pocket. He groaned. 'I'll have to finish this first, though…'

Author's Notes: I hope I managed to wring out a laugh or two with that utterly ridiculous Inuzuka technique. I don't know, really. The inspiration to include something wacky in the fic just hit me, so this "technique" was realized.
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