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Torima�s Vessel
Chapter 5: Invasion
of Privacy (Part 2)
As always, italics are thoughts. �� or �� indicate speech.
Now that I�m back in college for my second to last quarter
before getting my chemical engineering bachelor�s degree, these chapters might
take a little longer to write, or I�ll just make them a little shorter. But I
promise you the story won�t lack�As a matter of fact, I believe I�ve finally
reached a spot where the steamy stuff is appropriate now. (I�m sure many of you
are going �Finally!� or �YAY!� by now, HA HA!)

He ran across the rooftops, the sun chasing him as he made
his way back to the flat. His thoughts in turmoil as he remembered the first time
they all almost lost Sano-sensei.
O---------------------------------------------------O
He remembered walking to the bunkhouse again with Ko-sama,
dreading the sight he�d see inside. The hesitation didn�t escape Ko-sama
though, as he himself paused with his hand on the bunkhouse�s doorknob.
�It�s not as bad as you think,� Ko-sama�d stated, the grim
set of his mouth doing nothing to ease his worrying. �Now that �Kira is
somewhat under control, we�re going to help Sano-san get her strength back.
It�s as simple as that�.Are you ready?�
Inhaling a sigh, he�d mustered all the determination he
could as he mounted the stairs and Ko-sama opened the door, standing aside to
let the younger shinobi pass as he closed the door behind them. The last thing
they needed at that point was someone coming in and further aggravating
Sano-sensei�s condition.
Ko-sama�d been right, it wasn�t as bad as he�d originally
thought�but then again, with a miniature Bubble Barrier Jutsu surrounding the
bed on which Sano-sensei laid, shielding a lot of her from sight, he really
hadn�t been sure what to think. All he knew was that the air in the
bunkhouse�this room�felt very heavy, almost to the point of stifling.
A particularly loud crackle of energy snapped him out of his
wondering as he watched Ko-sama bent over the mini-shield with daylight now
pouring through the window, trying to force his healing-chakra enclosed hand
through to his still-badly injured sensei. �Sano-san, if you can hear me,
weaken the shield so I can get through!� Once again, he watched as Ko-sama
tried forcing his chakra-covered hand through the shield�to no avail. �Damn
it!� Shaking his head, the old medic-nin looked sheepishly at him. �You can see
now why I need your help. If I can�t break through��

�I understand,� he recurred, positioning himself directly across from Ko-sama
on the other side of the bed. Lifting his Leaf
Village hitae-ate, he opened his
famed Sharingan eye, letting the tomoe spin as he examined the state of the
shield. No doubt it�s strong even at this
thickness if it repelled Ko-sama, he thought as his eyes continued scanning
the surface of the shield, gradually moving towards Sano-sensei�s head. �The
weakest spot in the shield is�here,� he stated, placing a glove-covered hand
over the spot just below Sano-sensei�s left shoulder and received a remarkable
shock from the shield for his trouble. He pulled back his numbed hand quickly,
not expecting such power from the shield, let alone Sano-sensei in her present
condition�.and he told Ko-sama as much at seeing the elder�s quizzical eyebrow.
�I see. Might want to build up some chakra this time�Try
again,� Ko-sama ordered, nodding toward the spot he�d just touched, leaning
over himself to get a better view. With an understanding nod, he�d done just
that, the chakra around his hands sparking with the amount of energy he
gathered. Placing his hand over the same spot, the sparks came again�but this
time it didn�t affect him. It was almost if the shield accepted his chakra as
part of it, as he pushed his hand clear through to the other side, careful not
to touch Sano-sensei and throw her body into convulsions.
�Great,� Ko-sama praised, stepping down toward the foot of
the bed and Sano-sensei�s broken leg, cracking his knuckles in preparation.
�Now�I need you to make a gap big enough for me to get my hands around
Sano-san�s leg�here.� He nodded in determination as he reached his other hand
through to join the first, pulling them along toward Sano-sensei�s legs slowly
as the crackles grew stronger in frequency and intensity�yet he still didn�t
feel them. Within moments, his hands hovered above Sano-sensei�s badly broken
leg, and he slowly began to pull his hands farther apart. His arms strained
against the vast pull of the shield as it mercilessly tried to keep itself
closed, but with a vicious yank the shield relented some, making a hole just
big enough for the Ko-sama to get both hands between his as the elderly
medic-nin quickly set to work, the green chakra on the medic�s hands
extraordinary in intensity.
�How long do you think you can hold it?� Ko-sama yelled
above the crackling, as his skilled hands set themselves above and below the
fractured shin bone, preparing to set it as quickly as possible. �As long as
you need it,� he yelled back, the exertion evident in his voice as a bead of
sweat beat a hasty road for his chin. �I�ll warn you if I can�t keep it��
An ear-splitting crack was heard, making him wince in
sympathy even as he gazed toward Sano-sensei�s unchanged expression, as the
elderly expert reset the bone with practiced ease. He�d been so sure the pain
from resetting the leg would have brought Sano-sensei back around.
Unfortunately, staring in her blank eyes, there was no such luck. After a few moments,
he turned his head back and watched the green chakra disappear from Ko-sama�s
hands into the green skin of Sano-sensei with nothing but a small scar below
her knee left as proof that her leg had ever been broken.
�Alright, now for those gashes on her midsection,�
proclaimed the medic-nin as he carefully extracted his arms from between his
straining hands, waiting expectantly for him to move them. Unfortunately, at
that point his strength gave out, as the shield�s tenacity shoved his hands
back through to his side of it, sweat rivers running down his face now as he
collapsed back onto the next bunk behind him. �Just give me a minute, first.�
A good-hearted chuckle issued from the medic-nin�s mouth as
he too sank back into the bunk behind him, glancing expectantly at
Sano-sensei�s face, hoping to see a sign that something had woken her. His
smile dropped seeing nothing had changed�except her coloring. Her pallor was
slowly turning pale, probably due to the loss of blood she�d sustained while
escaping and keeping Kiyuri alive at the same time. �Sano-san, please hang on,�
the Iwagakure medic-nin pleaded quietly.
�Why do you talk to her?� he�d snapped at the medic-nin
unnecessarily. �It�s not like she can hear you, you know.�
�That�s where you�re wrong, Kakashi,� the medic-nin
countered, regaining his feet and taking up a spot just above Sano-sensei�s
hips. �She�s not dead yet. �She can hear us just fine.� He watched as the elder
turned his head to his still dull-eyed sensei, and continued in a stern voice. �Did
you hear that Sano-san? You�re not dead yet.� Earning no response, the elder
closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and snapped around to face him again. �We
need to hurry! Get up, Kakashi.�
Doing as told, he gathered his chakra into his hands again
as Ko-sama did the same and slowly approached Sano-sensei�s torso. Once again,
he carefully plunged his hand through the weak spot in the shield, followed by
his other one. Slowly spreading the shield apart, he made his way down to the wound
stretching from Sano-sensei�s ribcage across her bellybutton to just above her
hips.
�I need it a little wider to work on the wound, Kakashi,�
Ko-sama rebuked him sternly. Gathering his strength, he began stretching the
hole wider, straining against the shield�s mighty pull and crackle as Ko-sama
slipped his healing-chakra-enclosed hands through the opening to begin closing
the bleeding gap. Not wanting to see Sano-sensei�s insides as they were, he
courteously turned his head to watch Sano-sensei�s face�.and her moving mouth.
�Sano-sensei,� he whispered in awe, squinting his eyes shut
to make sure he wasn�t hallucinating�that is until he felt the touch of a hand
on his. He could hear Sano-sensei�s voice loud and clear now as the room
started spinning. �Ana-sensei, I don�t understand! How is having him do this a
part of my training to become an ANBU Black Ops operative?!� The sound of
Ko-sama�s voice saying �Kakashi!� was the last thing he heard before everything
in the room went black�

But the sound of Sano-sensei�s voice still remained in the
darkness as it was eventually joined by others. �Child, if you don�t trust me
in setting this up for you, then you don�t have to go through with it. But,
this IS PART OF YOUR TRAINING and IF YOU WANT TO JOIN THE ANBU OPS, YOU WILL HAVE TO GO THROUGH WITH IT, ONE
WAY OR ANOTHER! The selections begin in a week�s
time, so make up your mind.�
�If you don�t go through with the training now, they�ll use
your inexperience against you as torture,� came a suave male voice through his
ears, even as the darkness faded and his eyes adjusted to reveal him lying prone
on a lacquered wooden floor. �Trust me, everyone who�s inexperienced��
�And why should I trust you, huh?!� Sano-sensei�s angry
voice screeched as he sat upright to regain his bearings and look around. Instead
of being in the bunkhouse he remembered, he was staring at a fairly sparse room
� the only pieces being a standing screen and curtains on the windows. Standing
in the middle of a sunken sand pit were a female � approximately 15 years old,
5�7� with long brunette hair partly pulled back into a ponytail with the rest
covering one of her fiery brown eyes � and a male � 6� with a medium build and ear-length,
dark-gray hair in spikes, age approximately 28 years old. Both were in summer
kimono. The female wore a Konohagakure hitae-ate, while the male wore a Kirigakure
tracker�s mask with an eagle face. To his left sat an obvious woman in full
ANBU regalia, mask and all, a Konohagakure insignia engraved into the forehead
of the cat-faced mask.
�Why should I trust you WHEN I DON�T
EVEN KNOW YOU?!� the young woman with her feet in the sand screamed in
Sano-sensei�s voice, pointing an accusing finger at the Kirigakure shinobi,
then lowered her voice to a deadly pitch. �You have no idea what I�m capable
of.�
Is this genjutsu?
he thought quizzically, lifting his hitae-ate to let the tomoe of his Sharingan
spin and take it all in. However, the Sharingan saw nothing but a void. There�s nothing there! Nothing! Then what am
I seeing?! The stern voice of the woman next to him snapped him out of his
reverie.
�I told you before, Child. This man is a dear friend of
mine, and I promise he won�t hurt you beyond what he has to. But this IS part
of what you have to go through�just accept it and it�ll be over with quickly.
Do you really want to stop after all you�ve gone through?!� prodded the ANBU
woman, jabbing her pointed finger at the young woman.
The young woman�s posture deflated a little but her gaze
never left the tracker-nin in front of her. �It�s not that, Ana-sensei. It�s
just�it�s just��
�Well, SPIT IT OUT!� demanded the ANBU woman, her coiled
fist shaking the floor when it struck.
�I just wanted it to be someone I trusted, that�s all! Someone
I knew wouldn�t desert me or become one of my �mistakes,�� the woman finished
in a coarse whisper, fists clenching tightly at her sides around a pair of
kunai even as her gaze dropped slightly.
�What makes you think I�d desert you?� Ana-sensei proclaimed
with a hint of sarcasm laced in her voice, as the ANBU woman raised herself
from her seated position to reseat herself where the end of the wood floor met
the sunken sand pit. �We�re both your senseis. We wouldn�t do that.�
�I know you wouldn�t, Ana-sensei�but you,� the young woman spoke
with that same cold tone, shifting to point one of the kunai straight in the
Kirigakure tracker-nin�s direction. �I know nothing about you other than what
your body and uniform tell me. So tell me, why should I trust you, let alone
let you be my sensei in all this?�
�First, little one, tell me what you know about me with just
a glance,� the tracker-nin challenged stepping close enough so that the point
of the kunai was barely a centimeter from his throat. Obviously not taking the
bait, the young woman backed away a pace from the Kirigakure shinobi and
briskly gave him the once-over with her eyes, her stance ever rigid and a scowl
firmly in place. �You�re a tracker-nin, a strong one from the kariganebone on your back. Takes more strength to
swing one of those than to lift a 300 kilo boulder. From the look of your left
hand and the way you walk, you were caught in a bad fire some years back but
managed to make it out alive. You didn�t want treatment for it, that�s why the
scarring�s so prominent. Probably because you didn�t want to forget about whom
you lost to it. The thread on the charm under your uniform tells that this
person was younger than you were otherwise you�d be freely showing it. The
burns, however, didn�t affect your speed or your reach and you even managed to
learn the sword�s swing with the burned hand. Apparently, you�re good at what
you do or you wouldn�t be Ana-sensei�s friend�but that still doesn�t mean I
trust you. That�s what I see.�
�You�re very astute for one so young,� the Kirigakure shinobi
praised. �However, you�re wrong about the charm. I wear it as such to protect
it from shattering, fragile as it is. It belonged to my little sister and to my
mother and her mother before her. Otherwise, everything else you�ve said is
correct. You wish to know what I see?�
�I DON�T CARE
WHAT A STRANGER SEES IN ME!� the young woman hollered before launching a
barrage of kunai at the tracker-nin and disappearing at the same time, the
Kirigakure tracker-nin catching every one of the kunai thrown his way.
�I know that projectile pattern! It can�t be!� he called out
for the first time since entering this unfamiliar place, his eyes growing wide
in realization even as no one turned to face him. �That�s Sano-sensei! ...But
where�s her green skin and hair? And where am I?�
A familiar-sounding chuckle issued from the ANBU woman�s
mouth, making him swing his focus to her�as he noticed�a patch of�green skin
under the hood that covered her? Akirarabe?
he thought astoundedly. How�s that
possible? She�s supposed to be inside Sano-sensei. So how�?
�You should know better than to attempt a trick like that in
sand, you foolish twit!� Ana-sensei yelled as he swung his gaze to the sand pit
again. There in the sand, flat on her back, was Sano-sensei with the
tracker-nin peering down at her from just inches above her face. �Tell you
what, you pathetic kunoichi, if you beat him, I�ll send him away and you can
pick your own man to pop that revolting cherry of yours like the whore you are.
If you don�t, don�t even think about becoming an ANBU because you won�t have
any elite-training sensei willing to put up with your shit!�
�What did you say, Sensei?� Sano-sensei gaped, her face a
bright red and her eyes as wide as saucers.
�If you�ll take her challenge, I gladly accept,� the
Kirigakure shinobi answered, extending his hand like any gracious gentleman
would. But Sano-sensei swatted his hand aside, and extending her legs with her
head as a pivot, she smartly launched herself upwards into an improvised
back-flip to land on her feet, dropping into a defensive crouch as she drew a
set of shuriken from her hip pouch. �You�can�try,� were the only words out of
Sano-sensei�s mouth before she rushed the tracker-nin head-on.
He watched as Sano-sensei launched the shuriken at the
tracker-nin, only to have them dodged as she followed closely behind them, the
pair of kunai hitting home as she jumped to back-flip again off the injured
shinobi, the kick sending him into the far wall with a crash. Upon impact, the
bleeding shinobi smiled, and Sano-sensei with a grimace in place carefully
scanned the room from her current position.
�You honestly think I�m that stupid!� Sano-sensei hollered,
turning her back to the clone that melted into a puddle on the floor. �A
tracker-nin like you�s got better tricks than that! Where are you, you coward?!�
�A coward, am I? Such crude language for a young lady to
speak; not at all what I expected of you,� came the voice from behind the
screen, but behind which no form could be seen.
Invisibility, huh? Two
can play that game.
�I�m hearing Sano-sensei�s thoughts�But how is it that no
one�s hearing me?!� he thought aloud, as he watched Sano-sensei jump into the
air before becoming invisible herself. �Is this�� he realized, as he watched
the slow destruction of the small room begin as the two invisible opponents
pulled out all the stops, the silent ANBU woman dodging blows, jutsu, and
weapons when necessary. �Byakko-sama said Sano-sensei got Akirarabe from her
sensei when she was training to become an ANBU operative�Is this one of
Sano-sensei�s memories?�
�You�re pretty good, but enough games! I�m finishing this!�
came the tired yell from behind him as he glanced over his shoulder to see
Sano-sensei�s final kunai pass right through him toward the other side of the
room. Looking down, there wasn�t a scratch on him, but with a strangled grunt
coming from the other side of the sand pit, the Kirigakure tracker-nin faded
into view the final kunai shallowly protruding from just below his ribcage on
the right-hand side. Not a fatal blow, but definitely a painful one every time
one took a breath.
�Even if you pull that thing out, I�ll be able to hear you
coming from here on out. Admit defeat already!� Sano-sensei shouted, the
invisibility jutsu wearing off as he watched her walk to the edge of the sand
pit, stance proud and arms crossing as the look in her eyes remained cold.
�You can�t defeat me until you�ve killed me,� the
tracker-nin rasped between painful breaths, gingerly extracting the kunai a
little at a time. �Watching your style, I�ve realized you�ll never pass the
selections.�
�Why not?�
�You don�t want to kill me, I can see it in your eyes. You
won�t have that luxury if you�re to become elite. I�ve also seen what you�re
covering as well. Your right eye��
�What about it?!� Sano-sensei huffed out, removing the hair
in front of said eye to place it behind her ear, brow lowering to shrink both
fiery brown eyes in contempt.
�You can�t see out of it. It�s painfully obvious,� the
injured shinobi straightened, nursing his injured stomach as he purposefully
strode around the rim of the sand pit towards Sano-sensei. �You constantly
circle right to get a better peripheral view, apparently. And knowing
this�there�s no move you can make that I can�t counter. So, I believe I win by
default.�
�You wish!� Sano-sensei yelled, disappearing again until a
yelp was heard and a figure crashed into the wall to his left, the invisibility
jutsu this time wearing off involuntarily as Sano-sensei�s battered body slid
partway down the wall and then stopped, held upright by some invisible force.
The tracker-nin�s form shimmered into view with his kariganebone firmly
against Sano-sensei�s throat and his hand fisted in the front of her kimono,
the injured clone vanishing in a puff of smoke.
�Do it!� Sano-sensei spat back weakly. �Kill me!�
�That�s not why I�m here,� the
tracker-nin spoke gently. �I�m here to help you train to become stronger, just
like Ana-sensei. There�s so much I can teach you�if you�ll just let me,� he
said, finally lowering Sano-sensei to her feet and replacing the kariganebone
on his back but keeping his fist in place. �And your first lesson begins now.�
�Before we begin�� Sano-sensei sighed out
defeatedly. �I need to know�what�s your name?�
�Why are you so worried about it?� the tracker-nin
asked with a laugh. �Besides, I can�t tell you. It�s part of the elite code for
this kind of training.�
��It�d help me
get to trusting you if I knew. But��
�Why not just give him a nickname and get it over
with?!� agitatedly cried the ANBU woman from the corner of the room to his
upper-right.
�Not a bad idea, Ana,� the tracker-nin spoke,
regarding the cloaked ANBU woman before spinning around to face a
dejected-looking Sano-sensei, gently lifting her chin to meet his gaze. �And by
the end of tonight, you�ll have an ANBU code name, courtesy of yours truly. One
that suits you better than your real name. Why anyone would name such a fiery
woman �that over there� is beyond me.�
Sano-sensei seemed to regard the tracker-nin now
with a hint of pleasure barely hidden behind her eyes, but the tone of her
voice was ever-guarded. �Turn around slowly, tracker-nin. Let me get a good
look at you.�
Doing as told, the tracker-nin slowly spun around in
a circle as Sano-sensei cocked her head to one side, taking in all of the
Kirigakure shinobi�s physique. He finally stopped, crossing his arms over his
chest as he shifted his weight to his left foot. �Let me guess.
Hanyakedo? Washifeisu?�
�I like Tsuke myself.�
�Steel hair? I guess there are worse things to be called,� Tsuke
groaned and laughed at the same time, earning a partial smile from Sano-sensei
as she visibly relaxed some. �Now, the first lesson is feeling comfortable in
your own skin. I want you to strip for me.�
Hearing this, both he and Sano-sensei�s faces turned a
bright red earning a loud cackle issued from the corner, �I never thought a
slut like you could blush that hard!�
A confused look entered Sano-sensei�s eyes as she reverted
her gaze back to Tsuke and dropped her head, her hands going to the folds of
her kimono before Tsuke�s strong grasp stopped her hands and made her look up
in confusion once again.
�What?! You said you wanted me to take my kimono off,
right?�
�Yes, but you can�t turn your eyes from mine,� Tsuke
instructed. Earning an even more confused look from Sano-sensei, he continued
with a sigh, �Men love women who exude confidence. If you make it through the
selections, you�ll be expected to take on missions to gather information, using
the techniques that Ana and I will teach you as a standard. Some guys do go for
the shy girl, but most of the men you�ll� service� will be looking for an
experienced girl that won�t give him any trouble and will know how to�satisfy
him. You understand?�
�Sexy is something every woman knows, Child. Just bring it
out and you�ll never disappoint,� calmly spoke the cloaked ANBU woman from the
corner.
A single nod was all the answer Tsuke got, before
Sano-sensei lowered her head, shut her eyes, and let out a deep sigh. �I�m called
the Iron Maiden of Konohagakure for a reason. I�m the strongest, most beautiful
kunoichi in all of Fire Country. Now�get it right.� An immediate change seemed
to come over Sano-sensei in those few seconds before Sano-sensei�s eyes met
Tsuke�s again. A pleasant smile graced her face. She stood up a little
straighter. Her hands unclenched from the fists they�d been in. And her
eyes�her eyes�looked like they held a sneaky secret that she wouldn�t tell a
soul unless it pleased her. The perfect
look of a vixen, he realized even as the stereotypical nosebleed started
running down his upper lip. This is so
wrong�but she looks so hot!
The cunning look remained in place as her skilled hands made
their way to the folds of her kimono, slipping it off one shoulder slowly�sensuously�followed
by the other, leaving her bound breasts hanging out. Her hands then gracefully
glided from her shoulders, over her breasts with a pleasured sigh, down to the
tie just above her waist. Loosening it, the kimono fell away to leave
Sano-sensei in nothing but a simple pair of cotton bikini panties and breast
bindings.
�Not bad. I guess you figured out the sensual part. Not bad
at all,� Tsuke praised, a tell-tale bulge forming in the lower half of his
kimono. �But the underwear can�t stay on either. Guess I�ll have to take it off
for you.� A frustrated sweat drop appeared on Sano-sensei�s forehead as she bit
out between clenched teeth still in a smile, �Why do I get the feeling you�re
trying to piss me off instead of teach me?�
�You have to get used to a man�s hands on you, too. Just let
me.�
�One condition before we continue,� Sano-sensei piped up
quickly just as Tsuke�s hands found her bound breasts, making her face turn red
again as the smile disappeared but the cunning eyes remained. �One condition
here, as well, Tsuke,� included the cloaked ANBU woman from the corner.
�I�m listening,� Tsuke replied, hands not moving but eyes
filled with the willingness to understand this shy but fiery woman in front of
him and not insult his long-time friend Ana in the corner.
�She comes first,� Ana-sensei concluded with sharpness to
her voice. �Do you understand what I�m saying?� A simple nod was all the answer
given as the tracker-nin Tsuke refused to remove his eyes from Sano-sensei�s
face, the insinuation apparently lost on her.
�What is it you need from me?� Tsuke asked Sano-sensei
gently, one hand moving to cup her left cheek. �Don�t kiss me,� Sano-sensei
replied unsteadily, eyes turning downwards in embarrassment. �Not unless you
really mean it. Got it?�
�I understand. Don�t worry,� Tsuke barely whispered, right hand
moving from Sano-sensei�s cheek to just in front of her collar bone, a kunai
appearing in it in an instant.
Seeing the kunai out of the corner of her eye, Sano-sensei�s
stance stiffened and her gaze turned guarded even as her eyes never left
Tsuke�s. �Don�t fall out of character.�
A deep sigh issued from Sano-sensei as Tsuke pointed the
kunai at her heart. Sano-sensei didn�t even flinch, but the vixen�s smile returned
as she pressed closer to him. A start lit Sano-sensei�s face as the kunai
flashed down the front of her�splitting the breast bindings with a single
slice, but were prevented from falling by Tsuke�s other hand. With a poof, the
kunai disappeared.
�So that�s why it�s supposed to be another shinobi,� Sano-sensei
concluded breathlessly, but tears filled her gaze. �I just wish it was nii-chan
who was teaching me.�
�Don�t��
�I know, don�t fall out of character.�
�No,� Tsuke answered, letting his hand holding the bindings
fall to let both hands find her shoulders, his face drawing closer to hers. �Don�t
worry. I�ll take good care of you. Trust me.�
�It�s not fair,� Sano-sensei sighed with definition, head
still hanging sadly.
�What�s not fair?� Tsuke laughed, pulling Sano-sensei into a
seemingly uncharacteristic embrace, her perfectly-sized breasts smushing
themselves into the front of his kimono. �You�re still dressed.� Before he
could blink, the sash from Tsuke�s kimono spontaneously caught fire, causing
the tracker-nin to yelp in surprise, throwing the garment off himself and stomping
the fire out in earnest. Picking the garment up again to display the damage,
both Tsuke�s and his brows creased in confusion.
�How�d you burn the sash without burning the rest of the
kimono?� Tsuke asked, turning the kimono end-over-end in search of the ignition
point. �My little secret,� Sano-sensei stepped forward with a confident
swagger, shrugging her shoulders with a teasing smile. �At least your cloud charm
didn�t suffer. � Nice boxers, by the way.�
Looking down at himself, Tsuke�s mouth dropped as he spied
his black silk boxers and his eyes once again met with Sano-sensei�s. His head
shook in disbelief, a wicked smile gracing his face as he realized he�d let his
guard down in front of a novice elite. �You little minx!�
�What�re you gonna do about it, huh?� Sano-sensei baited
him, stepping forward until she was only an arm�s length away from him.
�I think I�ll take my leave now,� the cloaked Ana-sensei
spoke, rising from her corner placing her hands in the seal of the tiger. �I�ll
leave the rest of her training tonight to you, Tsuke.� With a poof, she was
gone, leaving the two half-naked shinobi to themselves.
�Now, you�re all mine, little one! There�s no turning back!�
Tsuke growled out seductively, his eyes taking their predatory sheen once again
as he eyed Sano-sensei�s exposed chest and his engorged shaft strained against
his boxers.
�I�m ready any time you are, Tsuke. Bring it on!�
Apparently Tsuke didn�t need a second invitation, and
immediately his hands returned to Sano-sensei�s breasts, handling them
surprisingly gently from the size of his big hands.
�First lesson, take care of the time you let a target touch
these, �cause if they grab a hold hard enough�� giving a hard tightening of his
right hand for emphasis, enough to make Sano-sensei hiss through her teeth.
�Okay, okay, let go! I already knew that!� Lessening his hold, she noticed the
reddening bruise starting to form, �The same thing goes for my arms, neck, and
lower anatomy. What I don�t know is what I can do to the male anatomy to gain
the upper hand�other than this.� Quick as lightning, Sano-sensei grabbed the
base of Tsuke�s engorged member through his boxers, pinching the skin on the
underside just hard enough to make him hiss and grab the smarting area.
�Okay, you obviously know some of the basics,� Tsuke spoke
between small groans. �So let�s move on to some of the more advanced tactics,
including how to please the male ego.� �How fun for you!� Sano-sensei bit out
sarcastically, a frustrated sweat drop forming on her forehead. I knew he was trying to piss me off!
�From here on out, the training I give you is to be taken
seriously, understand?� Tsuke stated, his eyes taking on the hard look of
determination as Sano-sensei�s eyes reflected that look. �Teach me,� she
answered with a nod.
Tsuke then took a step back, beginning the first lesson, �The
male body is not all that dissimilar in the location of pleasure zones compared
to the female body. For the first part of this lesson, you�ll learn mine as a
standard. A person�s pleasure, like anything else, can be exploited as a
weakness if you know how to do so correctly. To do this, you need to know where
they are and how to manipulate them to get the result you want. � And sometimes
using subtlety is the best way. Now�let�s begin.�
Slowly, Sano-sensei paced a tight circle around Tsuke
stopping occasionally to ponder a certain patch of skin. When she finally made
it back around, she stepped closer placing her hands on strong shoulders,
running her hands up and down his arms slowly as if to memorize each taut
muscle, face gazing up at Tsuke�s occasionally to gauge his reaction behind the
mask.
��I know this helps me
relax, I�d assume it�d work the same for some other people, at least,� she
spoke to herself, not particularly caring if Tsuke answered or not. �The body�s
like a puzzle: just figure it out one piece at a time.�
�Now, if I remember my pressure points right,� she
continued, her hands leaving Tsuke�s shoulders to travel up his neck. �The main
branch of this nerve also connects to the genitalia,� she stated, drawing
little circles over the delicate skin just behind Tsuke�s ear with her probing
finger, �So manipulating it�� Elevating herself with her toes, she pressed soft
kisses to the spot as she ran soft fingers over the nape of his neck, watching
as Tsuke�s eyelids lowered a fraction and a shiver ran down his spine. ��gets
the expected result.�
�Don�t be afraid to explore with your mouth and tongue, either.�
At Sano-sensei�s seemingly repulsed look, he continued steadily in a husky
tone, drawing her face closer to his and his one hand went subconsciously to
her breasts again, a pretty blush forming on Sano-sensei�s face. Drawing her
even closer, he whispered huskily into Sano-sensei�s ear, �Some men get a kick
out of it, and it�ll sometimes amplify the sensation.� He watched a little in
shock as Tsuke�s mask shifted slightly and his tongue darted out of his mouth
to lick the exact same spot behind Sano-sensei�s ear, eliciting a small
pleasured moan from Sano-sensei as she pushed herself farther into Tsuke�s
hands.
�I�see,� Sano-sensei managed to speak, gaining a small
chuckle from Tsuke.
�Don�t lose focus!� Tsuke rebuked almost sternly behind the
laugh, hands falling away from Sano-sensei�s breasts. �Keep exploring.�
�Right, sorry,� Sano-sensei apologized, her face turning red
again as her hands returned to their previous positions, letting them run down
the front of his chest. �The torso is full of nerve endings, particularly
around the ribs and abdomen. But nothing much to stimulate � other � than
�the�breasts.� He noticed Sano-sensei�s face turn an even brighter shade of red
as she said these things. Seeing this, he couldn�t help but laugh to
himself.� This is the same woman who threw my Chidori back at me?! Who knew she�d
impersonate a sun-burnt tomato so well!
�I wonder if�� she pondered to herself, rubbing the thumbs,
index fingers, and middle fingers of her hands vigorously against one another
for a moment.
�What are youOH!� Tsuke let out a groan that seemed to come
from his toes, as Sano-sensei pinched his nipples gently between her index and
middle fingers. �I guess it does,� Sano-sensei concluded, quickly extracting
her fingers from their posts after the initial quick zap. �Here, I thought it
was only me.�
In a flash, Tsuke grabbed Sano-sensei by the arms, pinning
her body firmly against the nearest wall with his, a shocked and confused look imprinted
on her face. The predatory look came back in his eyes. �What did you just do?�
he asked breathlessly. A cunning smile and a subtle shake of the head were the
only answers Tsuke received as Sano-sensei pushed him back gently yet firmly
with her hands. �Strip off our underthings and we�ll continue,� Tsuke responded
nonchalantly, eyes still blazing with a fierce intensity.
�Our?� Sano-sensei squeaked out, her eyes turning as big as
saucers.
�Yes, our! Is there a problem?� Tsuke fired back. A big sigh
and closing her eyes with a subtle determination, Sano-sensei breathed out a
quiet �No. �Whose first?�
�Yours.�
�Of course,� Sano-sensei finished, eyes and hands going to
the hem of her bikini panties before she saw and felt Tsuke�s hands on top of
hers. Lifting her gaze to Tsuke�s, Sano-sensei�s face gained that pretty blush
again with an answering husky chuckle from Tsuke.
�You didn�t think I was going to let you have all the fun,
did you? Do you trust me?�
�Yes,� Sano-sensei whispered briefly. �As my sensei, I trust
you.� Both her hands and Tsuke�s hands along with their stances began lowering
as she continued, her eyes closing instinctively and voice rising in obvious
distress, �I trust you to teach me what I need to know. To show me how to do
things right. To help me understand my role in all this��
�Shh, it�s okay,� Tsuke soothed, helping her step out of the
last shred of clothing she wore. �Tonight is about you, and you understanding
how your body reacts to certain stimuli.� He finally rose from the crouch he
was in, bringing Sano-sensei to stand with him, her eyes opening in uncertainty.
�But to continue the lesson, you need to finish undressing me�and you have to
do it yourself.�
Sano-sensei managed a glance down to the hem of Tsuke�s
black boxers to the bulge about to come out the fly, an embarrassed flush
tinting her face as she gained Tsuke�s eyes again. �Just explore again, like
you did before,� Tsuke stated, taking Sano-sensei�s hands to lay them on his
chest. �You were doing great before.�
An uncertain smile shortly lit Sano-sensei�s face as she
began where she left off, �The torso is full of nerve endings. The ribs,� she
continued, her fingernails raking gently down Tsuke�s chest, earning a soft
pleasured groan for her effort. �The abdomen, the lower abdomen�� She finally
lowered herself to her knees before Tsuke, just barely eye-level with his hips.
Hooking her fingers gently under the hem of his boxers and being mindful of her
nails, she relieved Tsuke of his boxers, following them to the floor with her
eyes as they fell. There stood Tsuke in all his male glory and Sano-sensei
refused to look at him at all now. Sano-sensei, completely naked, with this
slightly fearful look in her eyes was staring� right at him.
�An amazing sight, isn�t it, Kakashi?� A cold chill ran down
his spine at the sound of Akirarabe�s voice coming from everywhere at once, but
no sight of the she-spirit anywhere. Reaching for a kunai, his hand grabbed
air. �Sorry, Kakashi, you�re on my turf now. We play by my rules, and this time
I have you all to myself. How about we make this a little more interesting?�
He knew for sure this was not part of the memory when all of
a sudden wild vines sprouted from the wall behind him without Sano-sensei even
flinching, grabbing him securely even as he struggled against them. Then, a
second set of vines grabbed him from the opposite wall around his throat,
dragging him toward a naked Tsuke and seemed to pull him right into Tsuke�s
body. A third set sprouted from the floor rooting his feet securely to the
floor as the vines around his throat tightened and began to snake their way down
around his torso. The vines from the wall behind him began tearing his clothes
to shreds even as he fought to break their hold on him. �Quit struggling. Don�t
you want to see what happens next?� The vines turned his head for him painfully
as Sano-sensei�s memory continued.
�What�s the matter? Am I really that repulsive?� spoke
Tsuke�s voice as if right next to him. �It�s nothing to do with you. I�ve just
never seen one before outside of books,� Sano-sensei fired back quietly from
her kneeling position on the floor, head averted. �I�m a little embarrassed is
all.�
�You don�t have time to be embarrassed. Give me your hand,�
he heard Tsuke command, as he saw Tsuke�s hand reach down and grab
Sano-sensei�s from where they sat in her lap. Taking it, he watched as Tsuke
took Sano-sensei�s hand and placed it around his shaft. Strangely enough, he
felt the sensation of Sano-sensei�s hand on his cock also as Tsuke�s hand
forced her hand to loosely caress his back and forth. �It won�t bite you. Just
look at it!� Tsuke bit out as Sano-sensei slowly turned her head to comply, her
face like a beet. Her eyes went huge as she saw where her left hand lay,
Tsuke�s right hand still moving it back and forth over his engorged shaft. Her
eyes shining and the blush fading a little as she moved closer in amazement,
�It�s so hard, yet so soft to the touch. Like steel wrapped in silk.� Tsuke�s
hand fell away then as Sano-sensei�s left hand moved of its own volition, the
right coming up to rest against Tsuke�s thigh.
�How is this possible?! This is just a memory!� Kakashi
cried out in pleasure and confusion all at once as he felt the continuous
movement of Sano-sensei�s hand against his own hardened cock and her other just
below his left hip.
�That slut Sandabado knows you�re here. The question you
should be asking, Kakashi, is since she knows that I�m doing this to you, why
doesn�t she stop all this and help you?� He felt a pair of feminine arms around
his neck and out of his right peripheral vision saw �Kira�s sadistic, smiling
face on his shoulder as she drew closer to whisper in his ear. �She doesn�t
care. She just wants to remember one of the happier moments in her life. She�ll
let you feel the unending torture of an unsatisfied lust until there�s nothing
left of you but a puddle of mush�And that�s just what I�ll do.� �Kira finished
with a maniacal laugh as her figure and voice faded.
He could feel Sano-sensei�s delicate fingers running
themselves along the underside of his cock and around his balls, hearing
himself and Tsuke moan slightly in unison to the unique sensations. �Use your
mouth, now. I promise you I�m clean there,� Tsuke almost pleaded as his hand
skillfully brought Sano-sensei�s face level with his shaft. �I�ll guide you
through the motions. Just don�t use your teeth on me, understand?�
�Tell me what to do to please you, Tsuke,� Sano-sensei spoke
sultrily, earning a loud groan from Tsuke. �Huh? It�s twitching?!�
�Run your tongue all over it with an even pressure,� Tsuke
instructed, and Sano-sensei moved to comply. I can�t believe I�m doing this, he heard Sano-sensei think to
herself, but if this is a standard and
Tsuke�s willing to teach me�This is for me to become ANBU!
He watched in pleasured agony as Sano-sensei closed her eyes
and began her task. Her tongue running down along the underside of his cock
left him quivering from the shear bliss of it all, and a loud, satisfied groan
couldn�t help but escape both his and Tsuke�s mouths. �It�s twitching more.
Must mean you like it,� Sano-sensei stopped in her ministrations to survey her
handiwork, her hand gently caressing the underside once again to feel their
combined pulse pumping. With a vixen�s smile and lowered lashes, she raised her
face to them, �So what�s next, Tsuke?�
�Put it in your mouth and suck it like a melting popsicle.
Combine this technique with the others on which I just instructed you and you
can bring a lesser man to his knees,� Tsuke huskily spoke, his eyes smoldering
through his mask down at Sano-sensei.
�I can�t take much more of this,� he mumbled out, the vine
around his throat constricting his airway. �If Sano-sensei continues this, I�ll
go insane!�
�And you�ll be mine for eternity here in her mind, my little
Kakashi,� came �Kira�s taunting voice from nowhere again. �That is, unless you
can manage to control your lust for her. But at the rate you�re going�it�s only
a matter of time.�
�If all that brings a lesser man to his knees, then you�re
no challenge at all, Tsuke,� Sano-sensei quipped with a sinister-looking gleam
to her eyes, the vixen�s smile still in place. �What�ll you give me if I bring
YOU down?�
�Bring it on, you little minx!� Tsuke huskily threw the
challenge back. �Give me everything you�ve got!�
�Remember, Tsuke, you asked for it,� Sano-sensei countered,
before cupping her hand around his balls, squeezing gently as she slowly took
him into her warm, wanting mouth. He�d never knew heaven existed until now, as
Sano-sensei�s tongue glided over his frenulum while her hands massaged his
balls and gripped his base and her mouth sucked wonderfully against his head.
Both he and Tsuke threw their heads back in absolute ecstasy, yet not even a
squeak came from either one. He didn�t make a sound for obvious reasons. If he
cried out now, it would be the end of him�he couldn�t hold back much longer.
Now, for the grand finale,
he heard Sano-sensei think to herself, as he watched a conniving smile slowly
form across her sensuous lips, her right hand removing itself from around his
balls, the left one replacing it in its task as she vigorously began rubbing
the fingers of her right hand together. �Hey, Tsuke,� she managed to muffle out
around his shaft before giving a particularly strong suck to get his attention.
�I�d hate to be you right now.�
�And why�s that?� Tsuke answered, gasping out a laugh. �I�m
rather enjoying myself� no thanks to you.� Now it was Sano-sensei�s turn to chuckle,
drawing Tsuke�s smoldering eyes to herself. �You lose,� were the only words out
of Sano-sensei�s mouth before he felt her hand against the base of his cock.
His heightened senses detecting the spark before she even had the chance to use
it. �
�NO, SENSEI, STOP, PLEASE!� he managed to scream out around
the constricting vines at his throat. ��Kakashi?� He felt the vines loosen
their hold on him as the whole memory seemed to stop its forward progression. Sano-sensei�s
voice seemed to come from everywhere at once just like �Kira�s had previously.
�KIRA, LET HIM GO OR SO HELP ME YOU�LL REGRET THE DAY
YOU BARGED INTO MY LIFE!�
�Always ruining my fun, Sandabado. Well, no matter�I�ll get
him sooner or later.�
�OVER MY DEAD BODY YOU WILL!� Sano-sensei�s voice shouted
back as the boards from which the vines sprung emitted a crackling blue energy
- similar to his thunder chakra � and the energy flowed into the vines. He
watched in awe and heard �Kira scream as the vines were engulfed by the surging
energy, pulling back into the floor and walls where they originally came until
there was nothing left of Akirarabe�s presence in the room. He sat down on the
floor, rubbing the swelling bruise around his neck. He looked up to where he�d
been standing previously. Luckily, there stood Tsuke, frozen like the rest of
the memory. �Are you alright?�
�More or less, Sensei. How do I get out of here?�
�I�m afraid I don�t know any other way to let you out of
here�other than let the memory finish running its course,� Sano-sensei�s voice
spoke from everywhere rather sadly. �You don�t have to watch. Best I can
remember, Tsuke and I never went near the screen that night. Go ahead and get
behind it. I�ll try to keep the noise down.�
�Sano-sensei?� he inquired quietly from his spot, his eyes
roaming the whole room for a sensible place to put his eyes. �What should I do
about�you know?� He stood up now, his erect cock impossible to hide with his clothes
previously torn to shreds by Akirarabe�s vines. Sano-sensei�s voice was quiet
for several moments before issuing back in with a sigh, �I suppose it�s best
that you take care of it now�rather than later. Do we understand each other?�
�Yes, Sensei, I understand,� left his mouth before the
memory immediately started its forward march again. He grabbed his engorged
cock, ready to finish what Sano-sensei�s memory had started.
He saw Sano-sensei�s right hand grasping the base of Tsuke�s
shaft as the pads of her index and middle fingers found the nerve just before
Tsuke�s balls, the small static charge finding its mark. He watched as Tsuke�s
hands forced Sano-sensei�s mouth to swallow the whole of his shaft �
Sano-sensei�s eyes widening in horror and confusion - as he bucked wildly into
her mouth from the exotic sensation forced upon him. With a roar of completion,
Tsuke emptied himself into Sano-sensei�s terrified mouth before collapsing to
his hands and knees, panting for dear life. Sano-sensei, to her credit, grabbed
her throat and with her mouth closed coughed three times before sitting back on
her heels again.
Note to self: Never
use static on the male anatomy to that extent again, unless thoroughly prepared
for the consequences.
�I knew you�d catch on,� Tsuke panted out, sitting himself
back on his heels, a thin coat of sweat making his whole body shimmer. �But I
never thought you�d be this good.� Without even looking his way, Sano-sensei
stood up and made her way for the door. �Where are you going, little one? Your
lesson tonight isn�t done.�
�You could have warned me, you know!� Sano-sensei fired off
angrily, her eyes blazing with fury as she whipped around to face Tsuke again,
spitting the remains of his seed to the floor. �You�re right, I should have
warned you,� Tsuke answered definitively, gaining his feet with an air of grace.
�But most of your targets won�t give you any kind of warning. Besides, your
training tonight doesn�t go without its rewards.�
�What are you talking about?�
�Like you said, you managed to get me to my knees with that
little trick of yours,� Tsuke growled seductively, the predator�s sheen
returning to his eyes as he stalked forward towards Sano-sensei, his shaft
standing at attention once more. �For that, the next lesson will be a little
harder.� He watched as Sano-sensei slowly backed away from Tsuke�s approach
with a guarded air, until she ran into�Tsuke, the clone wrapping her in a tight
bear hug, foiling her escape attempts, until the real Tsuke was looking her
straight in the eye. �And now, my little minx,� he whispered huskily, �it�s my
turn to play.� He continued on in a more instructive tone, his voice losing
none of its huskiness, �This next lesson is to see how long you can fight your
more basic instincts. The longer you�re able to hold back, the more time your
brain has to process information given you by your target as he submits to your
wiles. Your task in all this is not to lose yourself completely to the
sensations, but to resist it for as long as you�re able. Oh, and don�t try to
fake it,� Tsuke said, getting within an inch of Sano-sensei�s face, before
whipping his mask off to reveal a startlingly handsome face and a breath-taking
smile. ��Cause I�ll know if you are.�
He watched with a grin as Sano-sensei�s mouth fell open, her
eyes went wide, and her face turned beet red in a pretty blush at the sight of
Tsuke�s maskless face. �Do you agree to my terms, my little one?�
�I, I�I, I, I�� Sano-sensei finally managed after about ten
seconds of speechless.
�Well,� Tsuke encouraged with a smile, placing a calming
hand against Sano-sensei�s right cheek, finally getting her stammering to stop.
�Spit it out.�
�Oh my God�Tsuke, you�re gorgeous,� Sano-sensei stated
breathlessly, her hand mimicking Tsuke�s in position as she was taken in by
forest green eyes. The smile on Tsuke�s face only increased in magnitude as he
continued the lesson, �Well, your sensei certainly has good taste in men. But I
digress�time to see how much you can take.�
The real Tsuke�s hands went directly to Sano-sensei�s
breasts, kneading them gently, as the clone licked at Sano-sensei�s neck and
ear. He watched in pleasured agony, pumping away at his engorged cock with a
moan, as Sano-sensei�s body writhed under Tsuke�s ministrations, yet no sound
was produced from her mouth and her eyes remained focused and clear on the real
Tsuke. With a feral growl, the real Tsuke�s mouth engulfed one of Sano-sensei�s
pert breasts, sucking it tenderly, while his hand kneaded and pinched the
nipple of the other, his other hand bracing Sano-sensei�s back as she arched
into his hold.
�Gonna�have to�do better�than that!� Sano-sensei managed to
holler out between gasps, biting her lower lip enough to draw blood as she
valiantly tried to staunch her body�s movements. The clone behind Sano-sensei
paused in his biting the juncture between Sano-sensei�s shoulder and neck to
whisper in her ear, �Biting lips is against the rules, my little one.� One of
his hands rising from its position at Sano-sensei�s hips to turn her flushed
face to him. �Besides, can�t have you ruining such a pretty face now, can we?�
�Can�t lose it. �Gotta hang in there,� Sano-sensei chanted
to herself, her face turning into the crook of the clones neck as the onslaught
continued, the real Tsuke�s mouth and hand changing breasts to give them equal
attention. He couldn�t help himself as he gripped his cock harder and increased
the speed of his hand on it, pleasured moans unintentionally falling from his
lips.
�Looks like I�m about to break you, my little one,� the real
Tsuke replied, his face turning serious for a spell as he released
Sano-sensei�s swollen nipple from his mouth. Hearing this, Sano-sensei�s eyes
lit with fire again and with all the determination she could muster, she
shouted right back in the real Tsuke�s face, �You wish!�
�Yes! That�s the fiery spirit I want to see!� Tsuke praised
gruffly, returning to his task with relish. After a few moments, the real Tsuke
stopped again and the clone behind Sano-sensei bodily lifted her off the floor,
pushing himself back against the wall in a chair-like pose, sitting Sano-sensei
in his elevated lap with his hard shaft protruding from between her thighs.
�Tsuke, what are you�� but Sano-sensei cut her sentence
short as the clone�s hand found her most intimate spot, her face a mask of pain
as she shut her mouth against the gigantic moan she managed to block. The clone
gently stroked her clit with his thumb, gauging Sano-sensei�s reaction quietly.
�You�trying�to�make�me�fall�asleep�Tsuuukeee?� Sano-sensei
couldn�t help but moan his name as the clone placed a searing kiss against her
exposed neck and sped up the pace a notch. �Far from it, my little one,� the
real Tsuke grinned, dropping to one knee in front of a panting Sano-sensei. �I�m
going to take you over the edge�making you scream my name for the heavens to
hear.� The real Tsuke leaning over, the clone spread Sano-sensei�s lips
expertly for him to inspect as Sano-sensei desperately panted for breath. �And
it looks like you�ve been enjoying yourself, my little one,� he continued with
a teasing smile, his finger expertly sliding against Sano-sensei�s lower lips,
gathering some of her juices for her to see. �Look how slick you�ve gotten
already.� Not taking his eyes from Sano-sensei, he placed the finger in his
mouth, relishing it like the finest of delicacies, �and you taste so sweet, my
little one.�
�Straaangeee�man, Tsuuukeee,� Sano-sensei moaned out as he
continued where his clone left off, rubbing Sano-sensei�s clit with the heel of
his hand as the clone took to massaging Sano-sensei�s breasts again. This got
Sano-sensei biting back an unending moan as her body quaked, her body
unconsciously rocking against the seat of the real Tsuke�s hand. �OH GOD, SHE�S
HOT!� he yelled out, increasing the pressure
against his cock as he rapidly jerked it back and forth, a small drop of
pre-cum already making its appearance on the end of it. �Sensei, please, I
can�t take it too much longer!�
�Call my name, my little one,� he heard Tsuke call out as he
quickly inserted a finger into Sano-sensei�s slick passage to the last knuckle.
Time seemed to stop as Sano-sensei�s eyes closed tightly shut, her body going
stiff. �Can�t�� Sano-sensei sobbed out. Finally screaming, giving into the
sensations of her body, a single tear slipped out from her eye. �Damn it,
Tsuke! If you wanted to kill me, just pull the damn kunai out and kill me
already!� Sano-sensei yelled in obvious outrage, her body stiff as a board.
�Kill you?� the clone asked worriedly, turning her head to
face him. �Why would we�� but he stopped short as it must have dawned on him.
Turning quickly to the real one, he asked, �Is she?� The real one pulled his
finger out slowly, a trickle of red following shortly after. �She was,� he
corrected, regret in his eyes as he gently extracted Sano-sensei from the
clone�s grip to pull her into a tender hug. �Forgive me, my little one, I
didn�t know.�
�It hurts, Tsuke!� Sano-sensei whimpered out. �Please�make
it stop!�
�We will, little one, we will. But you need to endure this just
a little longer for your own good,� he replied quietly, the clone running his
hand through her long brunette hair in an attempt to soothe her. �God, it feels
like I�m burning from the inside out!� Sano-sensei bit out, before she bit down
on the juncture of Tsuke�s shoulder, making him wince. But after a moment, the
real Tsuke handed Sano-sensei back to his clone. But instead of returning her
to the sitting position as before, the clone carried Sano-sensei over to the
edge of the sand pit, depositing her gently on the edge of the wooden floor. He
then lowered himself to his stomach and began to suckle and knead Sano-sensei�s
breasts as before, Sano-sensei�s back arching like a bow into his touch with a
pained whimper. The real Tsuke made his way into the sand pit and, as before,
began rubbing Sano-sensei�s clit in earnest with the heel of his hand as she
unconsciously ground herself against him, bringing a happy, relieved grin to
the stud�s faces.
�Does it still hurt now, my little one?� the real Tsuke asked
huskily, the clone moving to lick the shell of Sano-sensei�s ear, her eyes
rolling to the back of her head as she quietly shuttered. �A�little �yes,� she
managed to gasp out between shutters, as the real Tsuke grabbed a hold of her
hips, pinning them to the floor. �The pain will get worse before it gets
better, little one, but I promise you, it WILL get better,� Tsuke stated
openly, the clone stopping in his work for a minute to let her understand the
full brunt of his words as the real one positioned himself for the inevitable. �Do
you still trust me?�
�I�m holding you to that promise, Tsuke,� were the last
words out of her mouth before a scream was stifled by the clone�s hand over
Sano-sensei�s mouth as the real Tsuke seated himself fully within her in one
quick thrust. Unfortunately, the clone�s hand did nothing to stifle the
deafening scream that torn through Sano-sensei�s thoughts.
�Just relax, now. The worst is already over,� the clone hushed
Sano-sensei, as the real one collapsed on top of her, the anguish on his face
evident in his body�s want to move.
�Tsuke�you bastard!� Sano-sensei cried out pitifully when
the clone�s hand was finally removed, new tears streaming down her face. �The
burning�s still there. Why do I feel so hot?�
�That�s natural, little one,� the clone soothed, wiping away
the stray tears as he positioned himself on his side next to her and began massaging
her pert breasts with one hand and laying his head in the curve of her shoulder.
�Move a little,� he continued in suggestion as the real Tsuke shakily brought himself
up on his forearms to stare down at the lovely sight before him with a strained
smile. �See if it eases the pain any.�
Sano-sensei�s face scrunched up as she pulled her hips back,
but somehow the feeling was wrong, so she swung them back toward Tsuke, a
gratified moan issuing from both their mouths as their hips connected and a
wonderful friction was created. �It doesn�t hurt anymore,� Sano-sensei
concluded happily.
�That�s all we needed to hear, my little one,� the real
Tsuke stated with a seductive smile, leaning over to place a lingering kiss
against her cheek before whispering in her ear, �Just leave the rest to us and
enjoy tonight.�
He groaned loudly as he watched Tsuke mount Sano-sensei
over-and-over, her moans growing louder right along with his as their hips met
repeatedly in an age-old rhythm.
He couldn�t help it as hips moved in rhythm with
Sano-sensei�s, wanting to feel what he felt before when she sucked on him but
knowing that wasn�t possible�that this was just a memory that he unfortunately
happened to get pulled into. But it didn�t stop him, if Sano-sensei wanted him
to take care of this now�
�Oh God, Sensei!� he crooned out in shear bliss, the
wonderful pressure building in his balls as the pre-cum freely flowed now.
�Tsuke, it�s so good! So good!� he heard Sano-sensei moan
out. Turning his head, he saw Tsuke�s clone still on his side suckling on one
breast while massaging the other with one hand and the other hand flicked
Sano-sensei�s protruding nub back and forth, making her writhe deliciously
beneath him. The real one increased the pace of his thrusts as he drew
Sano-sensei�s legs to wrap around his waist for a better angle, the smile on
his face turning sad in an instant, as he closed his eyes. �Unfortunately, this
may also be the last time you get to enjoy the male presence this way, my
little one. Few targets will ever be this gentle and will never be as near as
caring�And after tonight�s training, I can�t afford to be this way with you
ever again.�
�What?! Why?!� Sano-sensei cried out in misery, looking up
expectantly to the real Tsuke�s face in sad confusion even as they both
continued to thrust against each other breathlessly.
�You must learn to love and hate me in the same breath. If
you can�t learn this now, you�ll begin to really despise me in the coming days.
That�s why I want you to enjoy tonight,� he growled as he shifted gears again
to literally ram himself time and again into Sano-sensei�s wanting hole,
lowering himself to increase the friction they both felt. �To remember a time
you felt wonderful, that a man truly cared to put you first�because after
tonight, it will probably never happen again.�
�OOOH! �I can�t�.It�s too much! I� can�t hold it anymore!�
�Then let go, little one,� Tsuke whispered huskily,
increasing the pace until his movements were almost a blur. �Feel it coursing
through you.�
�Oh no, this is�..Tsuke!� Sano-sensei�s eyes took on the
look of cornered prey, the whole of her eyes turning a pale blue as she
furiously scanned the sparse room for God-only-knew what, Tsuke only smiling
and doubling the pace. �Oh God, I CAN�T STOP IT THIS TIME! ...NEED A DISCHARGE
POINT! TSUKE, GET OFF ME!� In one graceful
movement, Sano-sensei extracted her legs from around the real Tsuke�s waist,
pushing off against his chest hard enough that she ripped herself right off
Tsuke�s still-thrusting shaft before he could even blink. The clone could do
nothing but hold on for dear life as she catapulted them both back a good 7
feet, his hands inadvertently going to Sano-sensei�s nipples and pinching when
they landed. �OH GOD! TSUKE!�
A blue, crackling energy surrounded both Sano-sensei and the
clone, pale blue eyes opening wide as the energy took off in every conceivable
direction. The sound emitted from Sano-sensei�s mouth sounded somewhere between
a groan of release, a scream of pain, and a moan for �mooooreeee� and the sight
of her wrapped in a cloak of pure blue was so erotic, neither he nor Tsuke
could hold back any longer. �SANO-SENSEI!� he screamed out in a primal moan, he
seed shooting mercifully from the end of his cock in waves as he felt the
energy from the blast travel through him, amplifying the pleasure ten-fold.
When he regained his senses, he saw Tsuke kneeling in a
puddle of sweat and semen almost as large as the man himself, panting in jerky
breaths as he slowly turned his head in awe to a slightly jerky Sano-sensei,
the remaining energy slowly being absorbed into her and her eyes wide in
horror. �Tsuke?� Sano-sensei called out worriedly. Seeing him smile, she
continued on in a sheepish tone between pants, �Tried to tell you. �Damn bird�would
have killed you. �Almost mistake.�
�Damn bird?� Tsuke spit out confusedly.
�Long story�can�t tell�Sorry.� Swallowing the saliva
beginning to spill from the corner of her mouth, her eyes took on an expectant
gleam as she continued shakily, �My name?�
�What?�
�Give me�name�you said,� she managed to breath out in short
gasps, trying to turn herself over to no avail, laying her head back down with
a sigh. �So your turning friction static to lightning was what got to me
before,� Tsuke shook his head with an admiring, but tired smile. �You�re such a
handful, Sandabado. Your ANBU name will be Sandabado Koumori. A fiery spirit in
nature�with the ability to shoot lightning from her fingertips. Are you okay,
Sandabado?�
��Tired �So happy�Tsuke,� Sano-sensei gasped out, a happy
smile creasing her face as Tsuke rose to kneel on one knee next to her, placing
a lovingly gentle hand against her left shoulder. �You�ve passed tonight�s
lesson, Sandabado, my little thunderbird. Now, rest. You�ll need it for
tomorrow�s lessons.�
But as the memory faded back into blackness, taking him with
it, he could still hear Sano-sensei�s thoughts echo throughout her mind. You told me I needed to love and hate you in
the same breath, but no matter what you did, Tsuke, you couldn�t make me hate
you. The rest of that week, you beat me, you raped me, you stabbed me, and you
put me through torture until you almost killed me. All that you did, and I
never hated you, because I knew you did it for me. To make me stronger. You
never could make me hate you�I lied it through my teeth. �I hated myself too
much to hate anyone else.

His eyes finally opened to the dark interior of the
bunkhouse. The night was quiet, and he�d obviously been out for several hours.
Glancing around from his spot beneath the covers, he saw Ko-sama dozing in a
chair right next to him and on the other side of Ko-sama lay Sano-sensei, now
wide awake and staring balefully
�What happened in there is to be kept between us, you
understand?� she whispered out menacingly between clenched teeth so as not to
waken Ko-sama nodding no more than two feet from her. �No one else is to know!�
�It�s our little secret, Sano-sensei,� he agreed with a
small smile. His hand touched something wet, and when he looked to see his
sheets were covered in his juices he couldn�t help but groan quietly in
embarrassment. This time the irony wasn�t lost on Sano-sensei as she quietly
chuckled at the sight, her hand covering her mouth to stifle it more as he
gazed at her in mortification. �Don�t worry,� she said, finally snuggling down
into the sheets. �Ko won�t say anything, and neither will I. Good
night�Tsukashi.�

�Another chapter done!
AND FINALLY SOME REAL ACTION! YAY!
* Sano�s sensei Ana calls her �Child� partly for the
reason that she acts childish sometimes and because she doesn�t like the
meaning behind Sano�s her true name. Tsuke translates it out later on in the
chapter if you missed it.
*�Hanyakedo� means half-burned and �Washifeisu�
means eagle-faced.
* When I see Tsuke�s character in my head, I see dark gray
hair styled like Goku�s from Dragon Ball Z (but the spikes are a little
shorter) with a body built like Trunks� from the Cell Saga, a pleasantly-shaped
face like Light�s from Death Note (except a little more tan in color) and the
same devilish smile. Ladies, are you drooling already? I know I am. HA HA!
* You can look up what the frenulum is (I thought there was
only one, but turns out there�s several different kinds. Go figure), but it�s
basically the tedon-like structure just below the head of the penis on the
underside. Supposely this region is supersensitive to flick with your tongue.
Ladies, try it on your guy!
* �Bird� refers to Torima when Sandabado is speaking to
Tsuke. She�s too ashamed to tell him obviously.
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