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The Corruption of Konoha	By : Vortex Category: Naruto > General Views: 2216 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tsunade scowled and leaned back in her chair as the masked ANBU approached her desk, report scroll in his hand. Seventeen days had passed since Sakura had disappeared into the forest without a trace, and not even Konoha’s ANBU, the best of the best, had shown any signs of success in finding her so far. Wherever she had gone, Sakura had succeeded in managing to fall off the face of the earth.

“Let me guess,” the voice of the Fifth was quiet with barely controlled rage. “Once again, your sweeps of the adjoining area have turned up no signs of my wayward student at all. Your inquiries to the Sand have borne no fruit. For all intents and purposes, Haruno Sakura has vanished like a leaf in a tornado!”

The elite of Konoha’s nins were rumored to be fearless. They were rumored to have nerves of steel. Yet none of these seemed to apply as the poor ninja stood before Tsunade and quaked silently under her icy glare.

His hesitant nod only served to enrage Tsunade further. “First we lose the Third to Orochimaru, then we lose the last of the Uchiha, and now we’ve lost my student? What in the name of Konoha are you ANBU doing, sitting around and playing cards?”

She raised her hand along with her voice and brought it down hard against the desk as emphasis on her last word. The sound of splintering wood echoed through the corridor as the desk split in half under Tsunade’s fist. Both the ANBU and Shizune, standing in her traditional position behind Tsunade, reflexively jumped out of the way as bits of wood and shredded reports showered the room.

“I… don’t know, Tsunade-sama. We are working as hard and fast as we can to find Sakura-san, but with hardly any leads to go on the trail has gotten cold. Even Kakashi with his dogs has been unable to locate her. It may be that she went somewhere and did not wish to be disturbed...” he trailed off, suddenly scared that his life may have been in jeopardy from his remark.

Before Tsunade could respond, a gentle hand touched her shoulder. “The ANBU may be correct, Tsunade-sama,” Shizune said gently with a smile on her face. “We do know she was last seen in the east forest to train on her own. It may be that she desired a change of pace from the village for a bit.”

The strong medic, who had so reluctantly accepted the role of Hokage, sighed and slumped her shoulders. That was definitely a possibility, though it was not in the character of Sakura to just go off on her own without notice to someone. Even when her mentor, the Yondaime Hokage, had died after the tragic fight with Orochimaru some three years ago, Sakura had remained with her teammates and their leader, Kakashi. And, unlike the brat, Sakura had successfully resisted the urge to pursue Sasuke toward the Sound when he had defected to Orochimaru’s side to continue with his training.

“That may be, but I do not accept it as such,” she said finally, firmly, rendering her decision on the matter to everyone else in the room. “I want the ANBU to remain on alert for her until some sign of her presence has been found.” There were several things that could indicate her presence – items left behind, footprints, or a body. Tsunade preferred the third, though she hoped that the body was alive and conscious instead of the obvious alternative.

Her throat felt dry. She wished for a drink, even though she already knew that Shizune would shoot her plan down faster than she could blink. ‘You’re the Hokage,’ she could already hear in her mind, ‘Take some responsibility and act like it for a change. Drink when you’re not working.’ Shaking her head to clear the voice of reason, she turned back to the ANBU. “Anything else to report?”

Shaking his head and trying to still the shaking in his body, the ANBU was backing slowly towards the door in the fear that Tsunade would decide to take her aggression out on something – or someone – else. Shizune waved her hand dismissively at the ANBU, and Tsunade simply nodded. With much haste and no words, the ANBU vanished through the door, relieved to be out of the office and away from Tsunade’s explosive temper.

“Tsunade-sama, if you keep up like this you’ll bankrupt the village just by purchasing new desks,” Shizune said with a chuckle as soon as the ANBU had left the room.

“If the ANBU would stop bringing in such depressing and bad news, I wouldn’t destroy as many as I have. How many has that been now?”

“Seven, not counting the one you threw Kousuke-kun into for his brash marriage.”

Tsunade snorted, “He had it coming – his stupidity almost cost us a fine ANBU and the anger of one of the important houses in the village.”

“At least you found a compromise that satisfied all of them. What do you think really happened to Sakura?” Shizune turned her attention back towards the important matter at hand.

Finding herself shaking her head, Tsunade couldn’t help but feel a momentary pang of motherly sadness. Even though she had never had any children of her own, the Hokage considered Sakura the closest to a daughter that she’d ever had. “To be honest? I haven’t a clue. Orochimaru wouldn’t have a use for her like he would Sasuke – not after two years. I can’t see anyone else being that interested in a trainee, even if she is my pupil.”

“Perhaps,” Shizune patted her dear friend and comrade on the back once more. “Unfortunately, worry at this point will only hinder us. The ANBU will eventually find her, or Kakashi will. Until then, it’s best to focus your energy on matters important to the village.”

Looking thoughtful, Tsunade surveyed the wreckage of her office. “I guess that since I don’t have a desk, I can’t do any work, Shizune-san. We might as well go get something to drink. Besides, after that long-winded speech to that ANBU, I’m parched!”

Shaking her head in resignation, Shizune silently prayed that Tsunade would eventually grow out of her eternal dislike for work. “I… suppose, Tsunade-sama. I’ll have some Genin take care of the cleaning later.”

The moon hung low over the walls of the village as night smothered all with her cloak of darkness. As was policy, the four gates leading into and out of the village had been closed and sealed with the onset of night, and now individual Chuunin stood guard on each wall. Their instructions were simple: Keep watch for any who might seek to gain access to the village through clandestine means.

A lone figure flitted through the tree branches near the western wall of the village, each jump-step bringing it closer and closer to the wall. Reaching a branch that was hidden from view of the wall, the figure paused to analyze and observe. The guards assigned to this wall were fresh Chuunin who had drawn this assignment only a few weeks prior, upon completion of their exams. Their newness to the job made them prone to dozing off or catching brief naps while standing their posts. This made them prime targets for anyone wanting to enter or exit the village.

Chuunin Nana Kitsumoto had been standing guard at her position midway down the wall for five hours. The young red-haired Chuunin had still not completely gotten used to the different sleep schedule that working the “graveyard” shift required, and she stifled a yawn as she kept watch over the forest on the other side of the wall. Why she had been given this assignment was beyond her, but she counted her blessings because her childhood friend, Akito Hayabashi, was standing the same watch but further down the wall.

“Anything over there, Akito-kun?” She called out in a bored tone, trying to suppress another yawn as a breeze blew through her hair and rustled the tree branches around her.

“It’s as quiet as the Hokage’s bedroom when she’s had enough sake.” She could barely make out the darkened silhouette of her friend standing several hundred meters away, leaning against the wall as he looked out.

“Akito-kun! You should not say such things about the Hokage!” Nana said with mock seriousness. “She may talk a lot about drinking and drink occasionally, but Tsunade-sama is no drunk!”

The figure straightened, looked down at the ground below the wall, then laughed when he was sure there was no-one else in earshot. “You’ve never run into her in the village, then, after she’s had enough to drink. She can be quite fun when she’s got enough inside her.”

Nana wasn’t sure whether to be amused or shocked for real. Before she could reply, a rustling and accompanying blur of movement caught her eye. She spun, bringing a kunai out of her sleeve, then paused suddenly, transfixed by the sight before her. There, in front of her eyes, shining with the light of the moon, was a falling snow-white feather.

She opened her mouth to call out to Akito, but closed it just as quickly as more feathers began falling around her. Her mind raced to figure out this strange anomaly, even as lethargy began creeping into her arms and legs. She remembered hearing about a jutsu that had been used when the Third had been killed –- a technique that put people to sleep as feathers seemed to fall from the sky. The answer came to her even as she felt her body falling forward and her eyes growing heavy under the strain of a sudden exhaustion she had never known she’d had before.

As her consciousness drifted towards the warm relaxing feel of sleep, she heard and felt a pair of sandals lightly step by her head. “Such a pretty thing,” were the last words she heard as Nana fell towards dreams of her and Akito together, having fun and goofing off.

The shadowy figure looked down at the unconscious girl, then down the wall at the two other Chunin on either side who had also fallen under the spell. Her attention returned to the girl, her pretty hair and figure, then sighed. “I would stay and play with you awhile, but you wouldn’t be awake to enjoy it. Besides, there will be time for playing later.”

With a soft step, Haruno Sakura lept off the wall and landed on the ground below without a single sound. Crossing the village in the shadows, she made it to her apartment without being seen, and then slipped inside. Once the door had been bolted and a dim light turned on, Sakura let herself relax. Everything in her apartment looked as it should, but Sakura had learned that illusions could be tricky things. Even now, she wasn’t completely sure that this was real, but she was forced to trust in her own mind and believe that it was real.

She crossed the room to her bed. Again, it looked as it should, but was it real? Paranoia was an easy trait to acquire, and she had developed a fondness for the emotion. She slipped out of her tunic, laying it down on the bed, and padded quietly across the room to her bathroom. A look in the mirror at the creature on the other side made her smile, and a soft flick of her wrist undid the bindings against her chest that kept her… special tools… from being hindrances.

Special tools – the thought made her chuckle. A ninja, she knew, made use of all the tools available to her. What many failed to understand was that a ninja had more tools at their disposal than just simple martial weapons or jutsus. The human body contained many tools that, if used properly, could cause physical, mental, or even psychological damage to a target. After learning what she had, she now knew how to properly make use of all the weapons at her disposal.

Looking down at herself, she slid her hands under her breasts and cupped them. They weren’t as large as Ino’s or even Tenten’s, but she was still growing. The feel of the soft warm flesh in her hands made Sakura sigh, but she ignored the sensation in favor of eyeing her own body for any flaws or scars. After a few more seconds admiring her body, Sakura stepped back out of the bathroom and towards her bed. She stripped her leggings and sandals as she went, creating a trail of clothes from the bed to the bathroom and back again. She wasn’t really concerned about the clothes she had left in her wake– she could clean it up in the morning after she’d gotten some rest.

Crossing the room to turn the light off, Sakura returned to her bed and sat on it for a long time. Normally, this was where the illusion would start to make itself known, but in this case she had yet to see any hints or signs of it. Maybe it was all real. The minutes passed as she sat in the darkness, feeling the cool bite of the air on her bare skin. When nothing happened after a quarter-hour, she finally indulged herself and slid down onto the bed. The soft sheets felt nice as she slid effortlessly onto her back and stared up at the ceiling in the darkness.

After a time of unfocused staring, her thoughts turned to the young Chuunin on whom she had cast the sleeping spell. Both Nana and Akito had been behind her a year at the Academy, but both were always pleasant and friendly towards her whenever they met. Though it had never been officially declared, the two were as close to being a couple as one could get. A pang of regret echoed through Sakura’s heart at the memory of casting that sleep spell on them, but she also knew in her heart that it had been necessary if she was to perform her tasks.

Her mind focused on the couple a moment before she allowed her focus to again wander. She was looking forward to the tasks she had to perform, and that eagerness was enough to stifle the regret and bring a smile to her soft features. Nana had looked so cute as she tried to struggle against the jutsu, she conceded to herself as her hand absently slid through her hair and her fingers caressed the nape of her neck. A shiver crept up her spine as she replayed the redhead’s last moments of struggle before surrendering to the bliss of sleep.

If she’d had more time and hadn’t been worried about someone else sighting her, Sakura was sure that she would have enjoyed spending more time with the sleeping redhead. Though Nana was a year behind her, she had grown into being a woman splendidly. Sakura was certain that Akito had to be feeling lucky, given how beautiful Nana was already and would be in a few more years when her flower truly bloomed. A momentary flash of heat surged over Sakura as she replayed the scene a second time, focusing in her mind on the figure of the woman silhouetted against the moonlight, standing poised and erect on watch. There was something about the way she stood on duty in that moment, dressed in her Chuunin vest and high-cut shorts that Sakura found very attractive.

In her mind, Sakura watched as she grabbed the young woman before her legs and arms gave out on her. They sank together to the cold stone of the wall, Nana’s head resting in Sakura’s lap as the elder Chuunin gently stroked coppery strands of hair back from a face that had not completely lost its innocence. Sakura smiled as she listened to the sound of the breeze and the woman’s breathing, her eyes focused on Nana’s closed eyes and her soft lips. Staring at her lips made Sakura wonder if she had ever kissed a girl before... or a boy for that matter.

The weight of Nana’s head in her lap spurred this line of thought on. The natural conclusion was that she had never been kissed before, Sakura decided after another moment, and this needed to be rectified. She stroked the girl’s cheek softly and enjoyed the feel of unblemished skin against her fingers. After a long second of gathering her resolve, Sakura bent down slowly and pressed her lips to the other girl’s.

Sakura shook her head to snap out of what had seemed to be a realistic daydream. She glanced around quickly, checking the room for anything or anyone who hadn’t been there before, then sighed as nothing appeared different. It had just been an idle fantasy, she told herself, nothing to worry over. Why had she been fantasizing over Nana anyways? She had Akito, and though she was cute in her own way, she wasn’t someone Sakura would have pursued in such a brazen, carnal manner.

Or would she have? Sakura thought again of what Nana’s lips might have tasted like. Would they taste of the lip balm that most Chuunin used? Or would Nana have been secretly rebellious and used a lip gloss which tasted sweet? Sakura pondered the thought a moment, then chose the former. It gave her a purer image of Nana, and that was what the girl represented in Sakura’s mind – purity.

Again Sakura closed her eyes and let her imagination return her to the scene she had created. Her lips pressed against Nana’s and the slightly bitter taste of the lip balm filtered between her lips. Sakura unexpectedly heard a gentle moan from between their lips. A smile lit her eyes. Even though she was under the effects of the genjutsu, Nana could still feel and react unconsciously to the pleasure of their kiss even if she could not actually respond in kind. The thought alone was enough to stir up emotions in Sakura and set her heart racing.

Second seemed to stretch into eternity for Sakura as she held her lips to the girl’s before she reluctantly ended the kiss. Nana’s face seemed to glow in the moonlight, and Sakura was sure that she was locked in the thrall of a wonderful dream. Sakura closed her eyes for a second as the warmth in her continued to build towards a fire. She knew that she should go no further with Nana, and for a long second wondered why she continued this fantasy in her head.

The gentle moan and shifting of Nana’s head in Sakura’s lap gave her all the reason she needed to continue. One hand caressed the unconscious girl’s hair while the other gently caressed the soft skin of her breastbone and neck. Nana’s moan rose to a purr as Sakura’s delicate touch brought desires and feelings to the surface from her subconscious.

Trapped within the forced sleep of the genjutsu, Nana dreamed first of a lover’s kiss. She could not see face or figure clearly, but the only person she knew who would do such things to her had to be Akito. She lay on a soft bed of roses, her body and soul bared to the person whose gentle kiss had seemed to set her very essence ablaze. Then the soft caresses of fingers began. In an instant, Nana knew ecstasy as she had never known it before as fingers flowed everywhere, leaving a trail of burning desire in their wake.

Nana’s skin felt warm against Sakura’s fingers, and a smile crossed her lips as her mind continued to writhe in pleasure from the wonderful dream it was experiencing. Nana warmed further as the dream progressed, dragging her down into the depths of pleasure. Sakura’s fingers reflexively moved towards the heat. The soft, warm skin of the other’s chest beckoned like a flare in the night. Before Sakura could blink, her fingers had slipped past the bindings and were gently caressing a soft yet firm breast in the most delicate of fondles.

Sakura was amazed and drawn at the same time to how unique the girl’s breasts felt. Some chakra to her fingers rapidly dissolved the bindings and freed the girl’s breasts to hang free under her shirt. Sakura’s hand moved rapidly back to the breast and cupped it. Just as she had first felt a moment ago, the girl’s breast was soft but firm to her touch. The warmth coming from Nana seemed to double as her fingers curled and then clenched at the supple flesh. Beneath her fingers, Sakura could feel the soft poking of a nipple as the excitement brought it out of hiding and into prominence.

“I bet that feels good, Nana-chan,” Sakura whispered softly as her fingers curled and clenched some more, turning the caress into a gentle fondle. The motion unleashed a long, low moan from deep within Nana’s throat that only served to encourage the other girl on more. With measured poise, her fingers traced slow, delicate spirals in from the outer edges of Nana’s breast. Her raised nipple was the goal for the fingers, which traced delicate circles inwards towards the center. As they reached center, Sakura splayed them out again to encompass the breast with her entire hand, then gently squeezed once more.

Unbridled pleasure coursed through Nana’s body. Her legs and arms thrashed as the torture wore on her. In her dreams, she could feel the sensations taking her higher and higher, like a leaf caught in a gale and blown upwards towards the sun. Laying with her head on Sakura’s lap, the younger girl’s body was flushed as it tossed and turned under Sakura’s hand. Without a thought, Sakura took the nipple between her fingers and pinched it softly. Even as the girl’s body half-jerked from the sudden transition between pleasure and pain, Sakura’s fingers tenderly rubbed at the nipple, soothing the pain and replacing it with even more pleasure.

The twisting and turning had become erratic now as Nana’s body continued to absorb pleasure. Sakura was quite sure that the girl had become extremely aroused by now as her hips bucked and twisted from each caress and pinch. Without shifting her position at all, Sakura’s other hand moved nimbly over Nana’s firm stomach, down past her waist, and between her thighs where the heat was the strongest. The lightest of touches down there was enough to send Nana’s body on a renewed frenzy of bucking and twisting, and Sakura’s smile widened at the reactions.

“Oh, Nana-chan, you’re wet down there,” Sakura observed wryly as her fingers encountered the slick sensation of moisture. “I think you must be really enjoying this.”

Her fingers found their way to the source of the slickness and began stroking it gently. Each stroke caused Nana’s breath to quicken and her hips to buck sharply as the added pressure approached critical levels in her body. With one hand pleasuring Nana’s nipple and the other helping bring Nana closer to ecstacy, Sakura felt her own body warming up faster and faster to the scene before her. She rubbed gently with her lap, trying to use Nana’s head to help further her own heady sensations.

“It is too bad you’re not awake, Nana-chan. This would be so much more fun if you could help me the way I’m helping you,” Sakura bent low to coo into Nana’s ear even as she quickened the pace of both her hands. Moans were escaping from Nana’s lips faster now, in time with the rhythm that Sakura had set with her hands.

Sakura’s eyes flew open as the memories continued, unbidden, inside her mind. It was as if she had actually… she shuddered a second under the weight of realization. She had been on the wall longer than she remembered. She had taken Nana, under the effect of the sleeping genjutsu, and had… violated her. Her stomach twisted in revulsion and she snapped up in bed, almost hitting her head against the headboard of the bed. What had come over her?

“You did what you had to so that you could return to the village without them realizing it.” Her head turned slowly towards the sound of the voice, coming from a chair that was shrouded in shadows. She recognized it immediately – it was her own voice – but every word dripped with some strange, dark emotion.

She watched herself rise from the chair, the moonlight illuminating every curve of her body. Slowly, she turned in the moonlight, watching from the bed as the moonlight highlighted each and every sensuous movement. When she had turned a full circle, she stopped and looked at herself in bed, the covers pulled up almost to her eyes as if a nightmare were unfolding before her.

“Oh, stop that,” her other self chided, taking a step closer to the bed before bending over. Sakura could see her firm breasts hanging beneath her, nipples erect from the cool touch of the air. “You’re behaving like a frightened child. If you’re going to act like that, show more skin. The innocence makes a fantastic lure for men.”

Sakura recognized the unknown dark emotion of her alter-self – pure, untouched lust. She trembled at the sound of her own voice. It sounded laced with a verbal poison that made her own chest tremble with some sort of twisted mix of excitement and terror. “Y—y—you’re me!” She finally managed to squeak between quivers.

She had reached the bed now. Moonlight glinted off of pink bangs as she mounted the bed, climbing like a predator towards her trapped prey. “Yes,” she heard her voice, slow and seductive like a viper, “I am you. Or, rather, the ‘liberated’ you.” One fluid motion of her hand dispelled the covers from the bed. Hands came down on either side of Sakura as her alter-self snaked her way slowly up her body in an erotic twisting dance.

It was as if she was suddenly chained to the bed. Sakura was unable to move at all. Her body had been ensnared by the touch and hypnotic movements of her alter’s body, and her mind was dissolving under the entrancing feeling underlying all the words spoken.

“What are you doing?” The question was logical, but the shrill tone behind it belied the terror at all these conflicting emotions and sensations washing through Sakura. Her hips rose in the air suddenly from surprise at the cool, wet feeling of a kiss on the inside of her thigh.

A feral smile slipped across the other Sakura’s features. “I’d make you guess,” she drawled out, each word dripping as she repeated the sensuous kiss and felt the rise-then-fall of Sakura’s hips, “But your mind has already lost coherence. I’ll keep it simple for you: I’m taking over.”

“T—t—taking over?” Sakura tried to focus on the words, but the emotional narcotics of her alter-self had already made such focus impossible. She had barely hissed the words when the now-familiar feeling of fingers caressing the soft insides of her thighs sent her head jerking.

“And here you’re supposed to be smart.” Her other self frowned, then smiled playfully. “Then again, if this was being done to me, I would have trouble following along as well.” Long fingers splayed out along the pale thigh, each circling and caressing as she moved closer to the top of the bed. Her breasts dragged along Sakura’s smooth leg, causing the other girl to jerk more.

The hungry smile had returned now, as the alter-Sakura decided between which action to take next. She could smell the arousal emanating from between Sakura’s legs and considered allowing herself to be drawn like a magnet to the source of the heady smell. On the other hand, continuing onwards would bring this struggle to a faster close.

“So, let me explain, my dear self,” she slid further up the girl’s body, her head reaching her navel now and her fingers sliding upwards along the girl’s sides. “You’ve always been the good girl, and that’s never ended well for you. Sasuke turned his back on you and joined Orochimaru. Naruto turned his back on you and went off to train. The two men you liked both left you. Why? You were too nice.”

Each stroke of Sakura’s sides caused her to tremble. She was no longer talking, and her eyes had glazed over as her other self slid slowly up her body. The words penetrated the fog of her mind as she heard her voice continue. “So, it’s time for a change. A revolution. You’re going to rest, my dear self, and I’m going to come out and… play.” She licked her lips at the last word, and her hands deftly covered her breasts.

“Yes, Sakura, the time has come for a changing of the guard. From now on, no more ‘Miss Nice Girl’.” Her fingers squeezed sharply to accent each word, causing her other self to cry out and thrash weakly under her.

Again, she slid slowly up Sakura’s body. Her breasts were now grazing the other’s stomach, and the sensation of skin on nipple felt heavenly. Removing her hands from where they had been, she gently caressed Sakura’s cheek. “I know, you’re scared, but you’ll come to like this.” She wanted to bend down and take the girl’s erect nipples in her mouth, but knew that the night would be coming to a close soon.

With one final motion, she was face to face with herself. The Sakura on the bed’s eyes were glazed over, her mind no longer comprehending as the mental fog completely engulfed her. The hungry features of the other Sakura were replaced with tenderness as she watched from without and within as the Sakura on the bed succumbed to her spell. She caressed her own cheek gently, then kissed her lips with the same gentleness.

Her arms wrapped around herself, and she watched as the light in her eyes slowly faded into nothing. As the last embers faded away and the heavy-lidded eyes closed for the last time, she whispered a final word to her defeated self, who was even now fading back into the recesses of her mind.

“Sleep.”
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