Shh! It's a Secret | By : Aleya Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1285 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Good looking and talented. That was all he needed to coast through life. Women would come to him soaking wet waiting for him. Was he still living in his younger days when it was easier to just fool around with a girl and not care if he broke her heart? Nah, He could probably get a couple more years until the one who makes him want to tie an anchor to her comes along. If only he could get do something about the damn Dolphin, who just spoils his playtime.
“Maybe life is telling you to stop playing and be serious with someone? Settle down!”
“Obito, you’re killing me” He sat on his bed staring at the floor blankly.
“Just saying if the one you hate keeps foiling your plans; maybe the universe is trying to tell you something.”
“Shut up, Obito.” He flopped back on his bed and looked up at the ceiling.
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“This feels so strange.” Iruka looked at herself in a store window as she passed by.
She had to buy some women clothing for this mission and so she had to stroll through Konoha in her true form, well she covered up her scar and let her hair down as those were obvious signs of who she was. Well, that wouldn’t have been all that bad. ‘He’ could just claim he had a mission that required him to appear that way on purpose.
“They’re not looking at you. Your sense of being isn’t that important that everyone is watching you, and they can’t possibly know who you are.” Those were the words she kept telling herself to ease her thumping heart, of course to no avail. And yes some were looking at her.
A new face, no, but it is… isn’t it? Familiar and unfamiliar was this woman strolling through town in clothes larger than she. She finally made it to the store and walked inside, behind the counter was a large woman she knew pretty well. She took a deep breath; oh she would have a heart attack any moment now. This was all too much.
“Hello?”
“Welcome!” She beamed looked up from her magazine, obviously a slow day then her features froze. “Iruka?” The woman whispered her mouth agape. Iruka just blushed and looked off to the side rubbing her arm. Immediately she started to tear up. “It is you!”
“Hi, Auntie.” Iruka lowered her head thoroughly shamed. Iruka’s heart was beating so loudly in her chest she didn’t even hear the large woman move; it was only when she was enveloped in a hug did she notice the woman had moved.
“Your father would cry if he could see this!” The woman reached behind Iruka and flipped her sign to close and locked the door before squeezing Iruka into her breast.
“Please, Auntie you’re going to kill me.” Iruka chuckled a bit and the woman pulled back with a wet face.
“I’m just so happy you’ve come to see me, and like this!” She wiped her eyes and more tears fell. “You said you hated me remember?”
“I remember.” Iruka flushed more. Another thing about this female side, she was fast to anger and cruel things.
“But come in! Come in! Why are you here?” The woman hobbled back and Iruka watched her walk on. She had one wooden leg, a reward to the Kyuubi from that time.
This Aunt had been a great Shinobi in her prime, but she was also a strict woman, always chiding Iruka for the stupidest things. Iruka always thought her cold hearted and cruel. So when this woman had come back alive and both of her parents dead, she shut the woman out entirely. Iruka had seen her around the village once in a while but spoke not a word to her. The woman was dead to her… funny how the dead is who you turn to when your world is ready to be turned upside down.
“I have a mission I’m leaving for tonight. I need to be me for it and-”
“All your Shinobi gear is suited to your male counterpart.” Her aunt turned with a soft smile.
“You’ve changed, Auntie.”
“I lost my brother, a sister, a host of friends and a niece eighteen years ago.” The woman motioned her to come over and stand on a pedestal while she grabbed the tape measure. “Hard to keep up the stone façade when I lost so much plus my career. I have no one to fool anymore.” Silence filled the space as Iruka got measured. “If you stopped the charade, you’d be great too.” More silence. “Its better to work with the body you’ve got then one you’re pretending with.” More silence. “Okay, I understand.” The older woman then sighed. “I remember when I was this small.” And off she went to pick out the properly sized gear.
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It was another lazy day for Hatake Kakashi. He was without missions for a brief period, time to rest up. So there he sat reading his books to kill time. Tonight he was spending time with Kaila. Kaila is the fisherman’s daughter. She’s an innocent thing to the eye, but she came onto him first. Sure she was disappointed when he wouldn’t let her kiss him, but the great sex that followed made up for it.
Groooooowl!
“Hm?” He looked at his stomach that broke that air of cool about him. He then dragged his eye lazily to the clock on the wall. It was already past lunchtime? Damn. He had hoped time would move slower, he hadn’t bought groceries for this week so there was nothing in the cupboards for him. “Ramen sounds good.” He made a face then nodded, after all both the owner and his daughter had seen his face years ago when the Number One Surprising Ninja introduced him to the shop formally. (During the attempt to see what was under the mask) “Should be empty now anyway.”
With a cat-like litheness he tucked his book away in his pocket and grabbed his vest and made his way out of the apartment. His door opened smoothly and did his usual secret prayer that he didn’t run into that Chuunin on the way out. That idiot always greets him so cheerfully and it pisses Kakashi off.
“I bet while he smiles at me he thinks ‘Kill him with Kindness.’” Kakashi shook his head and in the hall one of the older female tenants was standing there with her grocery bag on her hip staring down the hall. “Excuse me, mind if I go by?” Kakashi smiled as the woman turned around her mouth agape.
“Hatake-San, you’ll never believe what I just saw!” The woman closed her mouth her face now full of excitement.
“Women and their gossip.” Obito sighed.
“I probably would believe it. In my line of work you see it all.” Kakashi smiled, his closed eye and risen cheek proof enough.
“You won’t! I tell you, you won’t!” She huffed. “A beautiful young woman came out of Umino-San’s apartment just now!” Kakashi looked at the woman.
“I don’t believe that.” Kakashi looked down the hall.
“I know what I saw! She hand long black, straight hair. A bit skinny but she had curves!” The woman used one hand to hold the groceries while the other made the shape of a shapely female. “And she was wearing his clothes!”
“Tanaka-San, I think you’re just tired from a morning of errands.”
“I’m not tired! I recognized the shirt! I gave it to him since Lan had outgrown it, that fat old man… You know the one with the 69 on the back.”
“I see.” Kakashi had to put on his best ‘I believe you.’ impression. “Well he’s a kind, single, family man, I suppose even he would want a relationship with the right kind of girl.”
“Gonna hurl!” Obito laughed while Kakashi felt a strong desire to burn his tongue, after praising that guy.
“Yes, but, I think it’s strange he’d bring a girl home and she didn‘t look like the “right kind” either!” Tanaka-San looked away then noticed her watch. “Oh I have to go and put these away, I have Ice Cream in here! Take care, Hatake-San.” And she was gone.
“Umino, with a woman?” Kakashi shook his head and walked on. “That’s ridiculous.” He strolled down the stairs. As he neared the bottom there was a young woman stopped in front of the door to the building. She just stared out the glass door frozen on the spot as if stepping out side would result in her death.
Straight black hair, a bit of a shorty, and everything she wore was large on her, save for her shoes. Large white T-shirt, knotted in the back that had the number 69 on the back, black pants that she kept pulling up.
‘No way.’ Kakashi just stared; she didn’t notice him, too wrapped up what was going on in her mind probably. He heard her take a deep breath and out she went, the sun illuminating her hair, shiny and healthy in that way that women’s hair was supposed to be.
“I did it.” The girl giggled and spun around in the sunlight, it was then he caught a glimpse of her front. With the shirt knotted in the back he could see an outline of her figure. She was shapely. She had tanned skin, perfect smooth skin. She was, in a word, cute.
“More than cute.” Obito scoffed.
Then her joyous moment stopped as some students from the academy walked by and the girl got self conscious quickly watching them closely, but they spared her not a glance, wrapped up in conversation. Stupid kids don’t know a good thing when they pass it.
“Iruka-Sensei got a mission, I heard.” The kids chattered.
“How long will he be gone for?”
“Don’t know, but we should head back. Ibiki-Sensei is scary.”
“I know! Is he even a Sensei?” And the kids were gone. The girl watched them for a moment longer.
“Go talk to her if you’re going to stare.” Obito chuckled as Kakashi realized he’d stopped altogether. Shocked that Iruka had a woman like that, he convinced himself. Willing his feet to move finally the young woman walked off before vanishing into the crowd.
‘Tainted goods…’ Kakashi strolled off in the opposite direction.
“You’re pathetic…”
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“I hate this.” Iruka sighed. The sun was on its way down, but it was still some time before dusk. She looked around the empty apartment and sighed sadly before covering her furniture and things with sheets, to prevent dust from gathering over her things, who knew how long she’d be gone. With another sigh she finally sat down to enjoy her light dinner of Miso Soup.
She’d be traveling every evening like this. Looking for this man. There were several sketchy districts in a small cluster of villages. She’d search and party, hoping to catch his eye. She’d arrive at a sector of the cluster about ten or eleven, right around the true party time. If she found him almost immediately that would be great. The sooner she finds him, the sooner she’s in his good graces, the sooner she can take him down the sooner…
“What come back to this empty apartment?” She set down the empty bowl and looked at the ceiling.
“The last Nin was from the Sand. She gave up her own position having fallen for his charms.”
“I wonder if this guy really is all that charming.”
“Be upfront about your Nin status. A civilian who knows too much is a giveaway.”
“Got it, be honest to a degree.”
“Do whatever it takes. And please…”
“Try to be a little womanly.” Iruka rolled her eyes not entirely sure what that meant. But by asking her aunt it meant wearing a good eye shadow, the kind that will be tough to vanish. And the woman of course had some to give and showed her how to put it on. Anything more went with a heavy refusal on Iruka’s part.
“Kami-Sama, please don’t let me die on this mission.” Iruka sighed nervously. The guy had gone through three other “apprentices” and well the girl in that photo he’d seen had been the 10th victim. The man wasn’t afraid to kill.
“Kami-Sama helps those who help themselves.”
“Auntie… you just strolled in here?” Iruka leaned back in her chair to look at the large woman.
“My skills aren’t all that rusty.” The woman smirked. “I came to give you this.” She presented Iruka with a forehead protector with a strike through the leaf.
“Auntie.”
“I know you’re supposed to go out there with your ninja lifestyle on display.” The woman spoke. “I just think it would be more reckless to go out there as if your ties were still attached.”
“I need to go out there with my ties attached.” Iruka put her bowl in the sink and washed that out. “He’s not supposed to trust me at first. If I manage to work my way into his trust, I may need to sever ties later it will be done before him. As far as anyone knows I’m looking for a good time.”
“Okay.” The woman sighed. “You’ve had sex before right?”
“Auntie, please.”
“That’s a no.” Iruka cringed. “I’m saying, as female Shinobi we have our looks at our disposal. Men will always find something attractive about a woman and they ultimately will want to be physical. Relieves stress they say.” Iruka proceeded to cover more of her things. “To gain his trust you might have to.” Iruka froze.
“So what are you trying to say, Auntie?”
“Get some physical experience. It doesn’t have to be a lot, but Shinobi are expected to have some physical experience. Their lives too reckless to worry about being pure.”
“Auntie-” Iruka glared at the fat woman.
“I’ve overstepped my lines, I see. What else is new?” The woman cracked her neck. “Just think, Iruka. If Kami-Sama says its time for you to go, will you have any regrets?” And with that, the woman left just as she had entered.
“Regrets?” Iruka looked around the apartment. It was one of the largest on this floor. Room for herself, a love, possibly one child. It was practically empty. Maybe that’s why unlike other Shinobi, her home was pretty fancy, no one to spend her steady stipend of teaching on but herself. “That would be my only regret…” She continued to pack up.
Knock! Knock!
“Iruka.” The voice of Kotetsu rang out when the door swung open. Her Aunt couldn’t close the door properly, really?
“Come in.” Iruka felt a vein bulge in irritation at her Aunt. She probably did that on purpose so someone would see her like this, and at this point it was a bit late for the man had gotten a good view of the womanly body.
“Excuse me.” Kotetsu looked at the girl who was now looking at him. “Are you Iruka-San’s girlfriend?” Silence. “Hokage-Sama needs to see him is he here.”
“Auntie…” Iruka growled several more veins bulging in her fury. There. It was then Kotetsu saw it, the scar across the girl’s face, in the exact spot as…
“Iruka?” Kotetsu stared at the girl.
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Her lips wrapped around his cock, her tongue expertly running sexy circles in the right places and his sex throbbed appreciatively in her mouth. That was Kaila for him, wasted not a moment of time playing. She knew what he was here for and he for her. There was no need to talk and get into the foreplay most women need. Kaila was a loose girl despite her innocent looks and the way she swallowed his cock deep into her throat proved it.
He watched her intensely watch the thickness of his dick slide against cheek. Watched as she hoisted her dress, pushed her panties aside and fingered her clit. He watched her cheeks flush with desire, watched her nipples harden and press against the front of her dress.
“Damn.” He grunted a little looking out the window before pushing Kaila off of him.
“Kakashi-kun.” She sat on the floor of the shed they’d snuck into knees spread, the straps of her summer dress slipped off her shoulders her gloss somewhat smeared. With the speed of the Shinobi he is he tore open the condom he always kept on him and slipped it on…
“Like a true man-whore.”
Wordlessly Kakashi knelt and with relative ease he slipped her panties off her body and slid into her, something Kaila didn’t mind one single bit if her sharp intake of breath is anything to go by. He was merciless, his fingers digging into her hips in a bruising grip. His balls slapped her skin with each thrust in. She tore her dress off her upper body her breasts slapping together under his speed and strength, at least they were till he pushed her down and grabbed her breasts holding onto them as he pounded into her.
“Oh!” She squeaked under the new roughness, something she didn’t seem to mind as her legs wrapped around his waist pulling him in deeper with each thrust. Kaila’s fingers dug into the dusty ground beneath her, soft moans mingling with his short grunts. No, Kakashi never moans. Women moan, men usually make no noise, but if they had to they’d grunt when it got good. “Oh, Kakashi… Ka-Ka-Kakashiii” She covered her own mouth smearing dirt across her face as she stifled her moans. Her walls squeezing his cock as she came, trying to milk it for what it’s worth and she succeeded. He came filling the rubber with all that was the essence of Kakashi.
‘Wasted Soldiers…’ He thought bitterly as he leaned over her pressing the cool of his forehead protector against her neck as he regained composure.
“So I guess this is goodbye.” She murmured when his breathing stabilized and he pulled out of her. She sat up smiling at him. “This was a great last time.” She held her stomach.
“Hope you have a great life with that guy.”
“He’ll be good for me.” Kaila smiled softly. Kakashi was all straightened up, not a wrinkle out of place and he was gone. When the door closed tears slid down her face. “Sex with someone, so many times and still no feeling?”
T_T -_- >_<
“Izumo.” Kakashi greeted the dark haired male that had become Tsunade’s assistant over the time she’d been in charge. They didn’t even look at one another knowing Kakashi had to hurry his little tryst for whatever business the Hokage had for him.
“Kakashi.” Izumo peered at Kakashi with the one eye not covered by his brown hair and handed a scroll to the Copy-Nin.
“A mission.”
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