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Triumph of the Uchiha	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 20555 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Afterhours pt. 2
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            She had been walking, but due to her blood loss, her mind and direction had become muddled. She staggered aimlessly, often falling against the trees around her for support. Wincing, forcing herself to go on, Konan trudged onward. She was uncertain of what she could do when she arrived to wherever it was she was headed, but she wanted to stand against Madara and help the junchuuriki, her fellow frog-disciple discover peace in this world.
            “Na-Naruto,” she choked out. Her eyesight blurred as she looked ahead. There was someone further down the path… No, two persons, dressed in black cloaks and with their backs to her. One had wild, spiky orange hair, and the other had smooth, hanging red hair. Slowly, they both turned to her, and though she could not see their eyes, their welcoming smiles beckoned her to them. A weak, but joyous smile passed over the angel’s lips. Was this enveloping darkness blissful rest? She did not care, and stepped forward only once before she fell.
            Visions of Yahiko and Nagato were gone, and she was cringing on the ground. If it was to be death, it did not seem to be swift. Her painted nails clawed weekly at the wet earth. Was she to die here, in the middle of nowhere? She would prefer to be scattered to the wind on a forever journey on paper wings.
            There was a peace on her face. She amended her previous thought: a forever journey on angel wings…
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            “Do you plan to stay all night again?” The head of Konoha Cryptanalysis Team brushed his slender goatee. He should’ve gone home already, but for the insistent imploring of his junior, he had chosen to stay a little longer. With all the textbooks stacked up, he couldn’t even see her anymore. Just what could she possibly be researching now in the midst of a war? “Shiho-chan?”
            The blond head popped up over the books. “I think I will stay here a little longer,” Shiho said. Adjusting her bottle glasses on her nose, she glanced down at what she was looking over – a self-help guide to romancing boys – and admitted with a pink blush, “I really feel that I should keep working on it.” She hoped to have all the suggestions in the book memorized and mastered by the time Nara Shikamaru came back from the war. Thinking of the intellectual, she played with a tassel of unkempt hair, dazedly combing it with her fingers; she’d certainly have to start using her brush more in the morning to look more presentable for him. For that, she had her little mirror place on the left side of her studying area. She wondered if the application of makeup would work nicely for her…
            Her boss sighed and pushed up from his seat. “Well, in that case, be sure to lock all of the doors when you’re done. And if you fall asleep at your station again…” He sighed again and began to trudge towards the doorway. Before departing, he looked back to say, “Just make sure you lock up, Shiho-chan.”
            It was pointless to carry on; she’d already disappeared back underneath the mountain range of books. The boss wasn’t about to waste any more time out of his bed. On a stormy night like this, there wasn’t a more comfortable place than under the covers of a nice, warm bed. He trod out the door, called one final goodnight to his second, and closed it.
            He yawned into his palm before pushing his glasses up to massage the bridge of his nose. His slippers clattered softly in the building, empty of all workers except for him and Shiho-chan. He smirked to himself and rubbed his chin, flushing a little. “It almost sounds like a scene from Jiraiya-sama’s latest ‘Come-Come Paradise’,” he mused, referring to a chapter that found a boss and his employee engaging in a night of steamy passion. Taking on his apprentice was often a fantasy of his, anyway; he’d long to shove all those stacks of books from her table, splay her out on top of it, and fulfill his lust. “Maybe tonight wouldn’t be such a bad not to try,” he joked to himself. Even if he was serious, he was too pooped to turn around and try to seduce the absentminded girl.
            He was turning a corner when a sudden spray of perfume clouded his face. Shocked and stupefied from his lungs filling with the potent aroma, he staggered backward. His glasses were too foggy to see clearly, but he could at least deduce that someone – a woman – was right in front of him. “Who…?” A straight jab to the face knocked him out of his slippers and onto his ass. The perfume, the punch, and the hit with the floor had the man unconscious before he could put any pieces together.
            Groaning softly, Karin shook her offending hand. She preferred slapping to punches, and hitting Suigetsu’s water-body was much easier on the hand. Hmph! Whatever happened to that idiot anyway? “Now I need to go around like Sasuke’s personal ‘whore collector’,” she groused to herself. Staring at the man she just knocked out, she took out some wire she’d collected from an evidence locker in her previous jail and proceeded to tie the man up. For good measure, she shoved his slipper into his mouth and tied it in place with a few more layers of cord before finally dumping him into a closet. The perfume she sprayed in his face should keep him out for the rest of the night.
            Karin did not creep about. She had done a thorough sensor search throughout the establishment and found only two people inhabiting it; one had just been put out, and the other was the target. A goofy, witless girl, if Karin remembered her right. It was a brief encounter, but this cryptographer had shown up once at the jail during one of Karin’s interrogations. Because she was involved in Akatsuki – and therefore, the masked man – Konoha wanted all sorts of interpreters present to see what they could figure out from Karin’s body language and speech; Shiho had been the only woman present, and Sasuke had asked Karin to divulge any women of particular importance in Konoha’s records department.
            Thus, she led him to Shiho.
            Well, she was sent ahead of him to collect Shiho, as he had business with someone else. She wasn’t about to ask details, but she was sure Sasuke would come to her in need of her vitalizing chakra.
            Through this door; she stood in front of the Cryptanalysis Team room. She rolled her eyes, thinking of her self-proclaimed title: whore collector.
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            Shiho pressed her nose in close to the book she was studying. She had briefly tried to comb her hair straight, but gave up; she figured it’d set itself down after she took a shower. While she was anxious to try a new look, she just couldn’t find the willpower to remove herself from these love-lesson texts; even a copy of ‘Come-Come Paradise’ was amongst her material, for those possible times when Shikamaru was feeling frisky (unlikely).
            When the door slid open, stubbornly hitching while being pried open slowly, she hardly gave it any thought. Absently, not turning her bottle lens away from the pages, she asked, “Did you forget something? I thought you were going to bed.”
            There was sudden silence.
            Shiho leaned out from behind the stack of books. There was nobody at the door or even in the room; nobody she noticed at least. Adjusting her glasses and checking around again, she called her boss’ name. “Is anyone there?”
            Nothing and nobody…
            Tightening her lips, Shiho waited a moment before easing back down into her seat. She did not continue reading, as the atmosphere had grown ominous. A battle-hardened ninja, she may not have been, but she still had an awareness when some sort of danger was present.
            “Hmm…” She fixed her glasses, gave one last glance around the vicinity, and then turned to her pages. Quickly, she was submerged in the text. She buried her nose close to the book until she could faintly smell the paper and ink. Behind her thick, obscured glasses, her eyes scanned the sentences quickly, and in no time, she was turning the page.
            Then everything became a mess! The stacks of books and notes fell over, and Shiho had barely lowered her book before a tag was slapped across her mouth, sealing her voice. She could still whimper, but actually making a commotion was just about impossible now.
            She was about to reach up to try to take the talisman off of her lips – which would not have been easy due to the chakra-adhesive – but her chair was toppled. The next thing she knew, she was on the ground, her stomach straddled by the fiery-haired prisoner who recently had dealings with Uchiha Sasuke. Though they could not be seen behind her lens, Shiho’s eyes were wide with fright. Just what was Uzumaki Karin doing here? What did she want with a cryptologist?!
            “Tch… Easy,” Karin grumbled, haughtily fixing her glasses on her scowling face. In truth, Shiho’s profession didn’t matter squat to Karin or the one she was running ‘errands’ for. Rebirth of the Uchiha, she knew, but shouldn’t he be targeting only noteworthy shinobi? The question plagued Karin’s mind more than once, but she thought it better not to ask. Though it was embarrassingly easy for her to forgive his transgression against her – stabbing her with a Chidori spear – she did not want to provoke him to use such measures again…
            He should be here soon, she thought while looking out to the stormy window. He said he would not take long. What could he be doing? Screwing some other target, no doubt… Again, Karin scoffed.
            Her scarlet eyes cast down to Shiho. She was such a sloppy-looking specimen, but that probably wouldn’t dissuade her Uchiha lover from planting his seed in her. With that look of terror on her face, Karin doubted that she’d be quick to respond favorably to Sasuke’s intentions with her. Sure, most of the women had tried to banish the Uchiha thus far, but Shiho wasn’t hardened like all the rest.
            Karin gave an arrogant frown. Maybe Sasuke would be happy to show up and find his target already willing to reciprocate with his plot. And this would be a good way to blow off some steam of her own.
            “There’s no one here that can help you,” she blatantly said without lowering her sharp, snide voice so that Shiho knew volume didn’t worry her. “So until he gets here, I’m going to take care of things.” Reaching down, she grabbed the corner of the tag sealing Shiho’s mouth, paused, and then advised Shiho not to scream. Alone or not, Karin would hate to hear the bookworm screech the moment the tag was released.
            It was extracted, and Shiho found it to be very difficult to swallow her initial impulse to scream. Her teeth chattered from the chill of terror coursing throughout her being. For all her puzzle-solving know-how, she was very helpless in this kind of situation. Her only real defense now was obeying her captor to a ‘T’. Still, she could not help asking the one and obvious question on her mind: “What are you going to do to me?”
            “Hmph! You don’t have to be scared,” Karin advised matter-of-factly. “It’s not like I’m going to hurt you.”
            Shiho quirked an eyebrow and cocked her head to one side. Was that a blush crossing the redhead’s cheeks? Keeping her strict attitude, Karin seemed unlikely to be the type to blush.
            The weight pinning down the blonde suddenly lifted, and at once, Shiho’s hands lifted and fisted on either side of her chest, uncertain as to what should be done with them. Her breath hitched as the Uzumaki stepped away from her and folded her arms. “What are you waiting for?” she barked, making the quivering woman jump in her skin. “Get up!”
            Yipping like a puppy scolded, Shiho scrambled to her feet, keeping her hands at her side after fixing her glasses. Her teeth clenched nervously as she awaited the next instructions – if there were any to be given. Would Karin have her stand still until ‘he’ showed up?
            Karin observed the woman who stood as stiffly as possible, despite her anxious shivering. The way she dressed was pretty much opposite to Karin’s high-cut attire. Though they were about the same physically when it came to curves, Karin knew how to properly exploit them; there were hardly any guys out there that did not take notice of her backside in those high-ridden shorts.
            A Mumu underneath a lab coat; Shiho was very plain under her sloppy exterior. But what mattered was underneath the clothes. Sasuke wouldn’t want to show up just to judge Shiho’s fashion sense – or lack thereof. Karin was making the choice to ‘preheat’ the target before he showed up, just so that he wouldn’t have to do any prepping of his own. In and out; that was Karin’s goal.
            With a hand on her hip, Karin pointing directly at Shiho with the other and gave her one-worded order: “Strip!”
            Shiho’s mouth opened a little, aghast by what was just said. “… What?”
            “I said strip!” Karin said again. Doing the opposite, Shiho grabbed her coat and pulled it closed in front of her. Karin, however, was in no mood for these shenanigans or to play nice. A kunai was brought out and held at the ready in front of her. Shiho gasped and took a trembling step backward as though the blade was aligned with her throat.
            “Strip,” Karin said one last time, her voice low and cold, “or I’ll do it for you.”
            What was the purpose of taking off her clothes? Shiho shuffled. She wanted to debate the order, but the presence of the sharp weapon made her tongue feel like lead. For just a second longer, her hands defiantly held her coat together, but she eventually conceded to fear. The lab coat was removed first to be gingerly set on the chair she had been sitting on. Her Mumu was not as quick to come off. She shuffled in place again, wishing that the command would be dropped.
            The contradicting command never came, and thus the Mumu would have to come down. Shiho was taut as she pushed the sleeveless shoulders down her arms, and with great humiliation, she slipped the dressing beneath her bosoms. As expected, they were hardly anything glorious; Karin felt a brief sense of satisfaction from classifying her as ‘flat-chested’. Some shape, but it’d take a whole lot of stuffing in the bra to get those petit things attention. Perhaps the only thing surprising – in some way – was that she wasn’t wearing a bra; since they didn’t carry substantial weight, Karin could understand why.
            Small hills with timid nipples cresting them; Shiho wasn’t very proud of them herself, especially after gaining the desire to woo someone. In all the ‘Come-Come Paradise’ volumes she had read, not one time was a woman anything below a C-cup. The women she read about were voluptuous creatures, jiggling with every movement.
            Sasuke was unlikely to care either way, so Karin gestured lower and said, “Keep going.”
            The one-piece fell away easily after the headband sash was undone around her waist; the metal protector clattered noisily on the floor before the Mumu covered it. Now Shiho was standing with an arm modestly crossed over her chest and a hand fanned out over her crotch. Like the rest of her, her panties were bland. At least most women her age wore something with color or even teddy-bear faces or some other design; hers were simply white, no lace, no allure, no anything.
            Maybe a life settling down with an abundance of cats would suit her more than a future as an Uchiha baby’s mother; it wasn’t for Karin to decide, and she was quick to tell Shiho that the panties needed to come off as well.
            “Wh-what?” stuttered the bookworm. “That’s…! I can’t…! It…!”
            Karin was not amused or patient enough to let Shiho continue blabbering. Marching at Shiho in a brisk pace, she caught the blonde. The hand holding the kunai wound to the back of her head, and before the terror could take her, Shiho was yanked into a fierce kiss. Behind her thick glasses, her eyes were wide with astonishment. Just what had possessed her captor? A tongue probed her lips, and she was far too shocked to refuse entrance. Her tongue remained idle on the base of the mouth even as Karin inquisitively, then aggressively probed it.
            It wasn’t her first experience with a kiss, but Shiho was unsure exactly how to respond when it came to tongue-involvement, and with another woman, no less; let alone the fact that she was the villain and had taken Shiho as some form of hostage.
            She was so entranced by her mouth being purged that she wasn’t even aware of the slide of Karin’s hands or the fall of the kunai. While aggressively kissing her target, Karin moved her hands down to hook her thumbs through the waistband of the panties. They came down, uncovering part of Shiho’s snatch. The kiss then ended so that Karin could remove it completely.
            “Wait,” gasped the captive, but it was too late; both she and Karin were now gazing down her body and at the furry patch at her groin. She was a bit embarrassed because she knew most girls either removed hair completely or managed it in that area, but she had neglected to do such things during her past few showers. It wasn’t exactly a cloud of curls, but it was much more abundant than Karin’s trimmed patch.
            Not that Karin minded as she traced a hand into the dull-blond hair of Shiho’s mound. She made a noise of contemplation as she slid across the folds, finding a bit of moisture. For all of her fear, it seemed Shiho’s body was reacting to Karin’s advances. At the very least, she was slick enough to puncture. But the tightness within… She must’ve not had a man for some time, if ever.
            “Ahn…!” gasped the blonde when Karin’s middle finger wriggled into her body. She thought to try to push Karin out and away, but with the finger embedded up to the knuckle and curving against her G-spot, her fists felt stuck at her sides.
            Karin was many things for Orochimaru before Sasuke ‘liberated’ her, and she did a very good job at interrogation. Sure, those weren’t times she’d brag about to Sasuke, but when it came to breaking meek women such as Shiho, she could say she had the knack for it. Yuugao was an exception because of her rank as Anbu; they did not crack easily.
            Timid, lil Shiho hadn’t the fortitude to resist such provocation. She squirmed and writhed, but it was to no avail as Karin’s finger pumped casually in and out of her snatch. The walls around the digit were quickly becoming slick with secretions while also condensing to squeeze the intruder.
            Karin’s other hand held Shiho at the small of her back; with all the clumsy teetering of the antsy woman, she was likely to lose her balance if she was not supported. More vigorously than before, she thrust her finger through Shiho’s quim, burying deep and pressing up against the G-spot.
            Where there was so little, now Shiho’s essence had begun to flood from her. The motions of Karin’s hand were becoming sticky, and after a final, deep push of her finger, she carefully extracted from between Shiho’s engorged lips.
            With bated breath, Shiho felt woozy. It wasn’t an orgasm, but she could say that she was getting close to it, and the sudden stop of pleasure had left her dizzy and lazily compliant. Just as Karin intended…
            Stepping to the side of Shiho’s desk, she gestured to it and told Shiho to bend over it. It took very little manual guidance from the redhead to get the blonde to fall over it, barely able to catch the side of her face from smacking on the surface. Modesty had evaporated somewhat in this strange state of euphoria, and it made Karin’s task very simple. Grabbing Shiho’s limp hands after bringing out some wire, Karin proceeded to bind the woman’s hands behind her back. Shiho may have been compliant thus far, but Karin wanted to make doubly sure.
            Shiho winced when the bonds around her arms tightened. She could still move her fingers, so her circulation wasn’t cut off too much, but now she felt quite helpless… Well, more helpless than before.
            Karin could grin at her work as she looked Shiho over. Eyes drifted down from the messy hair, down the smooth arch of the back, and to the splayed fissure of her jutting butt as she remained bent over in presentation. Shiho had pretty much succumbed, and Karin need only toy with her a little longer. Sasuke was due any minute, after all.
            Taking her stance behind the blonde, Karin dragged her nails softly up the backs of her thighs before grabbing fistfuls of ass, spreading her more thoroughly to gander at the pinkness within her snatch. Karin knelt down now that Shiho’s vulnerable insides were exposed, and soon, her lips and tongue were employed to the service of Shiho’s egged-on arousal.
            “No~! Please~!” Shiho whined as she lifted her head from the desk. With her hands bound, however, she could not find the upper body strength to stand up, and Karin’s thrashing tongue was sure to sap her of whatever stamina she had.
            Karin let the juices flow over her tongue, pausing only to swallow the amount gathered. She slurped up the abundant essence whenever she could. At times, her mouth and thumbs would disengage the slit to push back the hood of Shiho’s hidden pearl to tickle it with lavishing licks. It was at those times that Shiho’s voice rose in volume and pitch, and her backside bucked frantically against her mouth in eager compliance.
            Pulling back to catch her breath after being smothered by the abundant smell of arousal, Karin chose to temporarily swap her tongue with her middle finger. A quaking cry from the target responded to the digit’s deep insertion. The muscles gripped at her, and her moans were nothing but appreciative. “Hn, first you say ‘no’, now you act so shamefully?” Karin rebuked her, twisting her finger this way and that to make Shiho squirm more. She pressed her finger in as deep as she could in the tight cavern. During the ensuing wail, Karin scoffed haughtily, but still edged closer to flourish her tongue against the occupied snatch.
            It’s going to come, Shiho thought anxiously in the midst of all this new, roiling pleasure. She began to rise up on her toes when the feeling persisted. There were tears of extreme elation building, and her orgasm was imminent. She couldn’t even recall the last time her body exploded with relief-educing ecstasy. It’s coming!
            Karin could tell well enough when a woman was going to cum – being one herself and experiencing firsthand the process. Her efforts doubled, and she found herself working more towards giving the orgasm than anything else. When had she forgotten her purpose? There was something so empowering about it, and that was what she liked after being so powerless lately.
            She was about to offer the finisher with a second finger to stretch Shiho even wider during her climax, but what stopped her was a tight hand on her shoulder. All at once, her arrogant demeanor faded, and she felt a pang of humiliation as she drew her tongue back from Shiho’s quivering snatch. With that sting of shame swelling in her abdomen, she stared up at Uchiha Sasuke.
            He did not look upset by what she was doing. He was dripping with rain, which gave him a gloomy exterior; thankfully, his Sharingan was not activated. She would’ve had nightmares if she was feeling this way and staring up into those haunting eyes beneath rain-soaked bangs.
            He nudged her. “I’ll take it from here, Karin,” he spoke to her grimly. And obediently, she obliged, scooting away just slightly while Sasuke – standing at full height – resumed her space behind the gasping and oblivious Shiho. Skillfully, the support of Sasuke’s trousers was done away with. Heavy with water, they fell, and his ready cock jumped into view. Gulping at its bulk, Karin watched intently as he aimed to pierce the hand-tied cryptologist’s prepped cunt.
            Shiho was dazed and hadn’t the slightest inkling that there was someone else behind her. Only when a hand – far more calloused than Karin – gripped her side and held her fast did she become aware that things were not right. Panting Karin’s name, she peered over her shoulder and swore that her heart had stopped when she saw the ominous silhouette of the Uchiha bandit positioned behind her. Far more alarming than that was the sudden, blunt nudge against her convulsing folds, awaiting entrance and showing great patience thus far.
            “Uchiha… Sasuke…” The name drifted from her lips in a breath of despair. He was the one Karin was waiting for? Maybe she shouldn’t have been too surprised given Karin’s devotion to him, but after nearly slaying the girl Uzumaki, Shiho had thought it a one-sided attraction that had soundly come to a close. It seemed that the attraction was rekindled, or it simply never dissolved in the first place.
            “Ah~!” She yelped when he moved to her, his blunt tool firm against her saturated lips. Karin’s testing fingers were no substitute for his girth. He bumped his hips forward again, and Shiho gasped deeply when her body enveloped him, slow and hot. She shuddered and started to hiccup. Her tight passage yielded to his forceful push heading to the back. “No! I’m not… I’m not ready!”
            There was no being ready; Karin knew this firsthand. Like the namesake of Sasuke’s group, he swooped in out of nowhere to take his unsuspecting prey. Appearing to her, how would she ever expect that his madness would lead him down this road?
            Shiho whined and yowled when the rouge Uchiha pushed deep, deeper than fingers could explore. Her arms splayed over the table, grasping at the edges for dear life when her hips were held fast and moved upon the rigid shaft. The cockhead punched at her cervix when she became more accommodative to his width and length; it stung sharp and hard each time, and the green Shiho could hardly be expected to keep up.
            “Oh…! Oh my…!” Shiho stared forward, now chewing on her bottom lip as she tried to maintain some composure. True enough, Sasuke was not lessening his tempo, but she was finally starting to feel the shockwaves of pleasure overriding the ebbing discomfort. She would have imagined such a sudden moment being shared with the young but clever Nara, but with the last Uchiha… Well, there was no denying his devilish handsomeness – no matter how deranged he had become.
            These would be thoughts to ponder later. For now, Shiho echoed with unintelligible moans and wails.
            Sasuke’s hands were now at two points: her shoulder and her waist. He kept good leverage on her, and though he seemed calloused, his hand inevitably wound about to the front of her pelvis, down to her patch of hair, and skillfully stroked her nub. Immediately, she responded to his caresses with high-pitched whining, erratic wiggles of her butt against him, and raising herself on her toes. Around his impaling length, her walls fluttered and a warm rush slickened his way. Her orgasm had arrived with loud, bucking effect; Sasuke was rather surprised when this nerdy, almost-shrewish woman almost bucked him off.
            In response to her sudden thrashing, Sasuke caught her waist with both hands, held on tight, and redoubled his efforts. His silence was broken with rhythmic and throaty grunts, signaling that his own release was not far off. There was no prolonging; he knew that his time in Konoha would come to an end after this.
            Shiho felt the Uchiha still, heard him exhale raggedly, and then knew what the sudden warmth in her belly was. She was trembling, gasping sharply and quickly when the flood poured deep and securely into her. Even though she’d not the strength to protest or remove herself, Sasuke locked her onto him with a gripping fist as strong as iron shackles. He was intent, she could tell, to load her to the brim with precious, one-of-a-kind seed.
            Karin chewed her bottom lip as she watched the throes of the end, noticing how Sasuke did his familiar ritual of sealing the woman’s hips to receive his offering. Such volume… The area around Sasuke’s embedded cock gushed a bit of white; a testament to his fertility, or maybe to Karin’s regenerative abilities. Without her, he could not continue this way all night.
            Sasuke slumped over Shiho’s panting frame. He looked closely at her, disheveled, meek, submissive… He sneered.
            “Konoha…”
            He drew up, and though her hips involuntarily chased him, he slipped out of her. With great poise, he began to dress, not yet looking at his only and most trustworthy companion. “We got what we needed here,” he said to Karin. When his pants were up and secured, he held up a scroll, obviously a document stolen while Karin took care of and occupied the only two within the records department. Karin blinked, waiting for an explanation. He looked right at her then, and said, “It is the list and locations of Konoha ninja in battle.”
            Karin blinked. So that was his intention. New targets… But on the battlefield? “But, Sasuke… The war…”
            “It doesn’t matter,” Sasuke assured her, unafraid to enter the fray of enemies. Most of them were fodder anyway. Those of greater power like the Kages would not be in battle, not yet, and that gave him an advantage. He would sneak through the ranks, forging what he wanted: the clan that Konoha had denied him and his brother.
            But what mattered most was leaving Konoha with all haste. After his last visit, Sasuke knew one thing: their scent had been caught…
~~~
            … Voices…
            “… smell something!”
            Konan steadily woke from her comatose. She was close to death, but not yet close enough. There was still some life to be coaxed and stayed by her indomitable will.
            There were voices somewhere close by. “There!” the first voice cried. There was a soft patter of tiny feet through puddles. Just how many were there, she had to wonder? They were already standing at her side, but she could hardly feel their presence. Slowly, her left eyelid lifted, and her gray eyes saw two faces leering down at her. To her surprise, they were two cat faces! A duo of felines had happened upon her. Not much good that did her, even if they could talk; such small creatures without opposable thumbs – or hands, for that matter – wouldn’t be able to do much to help her.
            “I told you there was someone here, Hina,” the light-brown male said, turning to his female companion. Both were dressed in simple kimonos over mesh-armor like shinobi.
            “You should’ve waited still, Denka,” mewed Hina. Her smooth face pressed in close to Konan’s, and then she spoke directly to her, “You needn’t worry. We can be of some help to you.”
            “Denka! Hina!” a girl called out from some small distance away. Konan hadn’t the strength to look, but she could tell that this voice did not belong to someone to be feared. Sure enough, Denka’s and Hina’s human companion stepped into the area, frowning underneath her umbrella. A bag of groceries, cat nip, and other supplies hung from her right hand. “What are you two doing, running off like that? We need to stay on the path, or we’ll take even longer getting back to Baa-chan!”
            She moved towards the two cats, but gave a sudden start when she saw the cloaked figure lying on the ground in a bloody puddle. At once, she assumed her feisty felines to be the culprits. “Danka! Hina! What have you done?!” She knew them – or Denka, at least – to be vicious to anyone who treated them poorly or like regular house cats.
            “It wasn’t us,” Denka said almost proudly. “I think we’d better take her with us to Nekobaa, Tamaki.” He leered. “We might get a nice reward for patching her up.” He, of course, had cat nip and shiny things in mind.
            Nekobaa’s granddaughter chewed her lips. This was going to slow down her trip home, but maybe it really couldn’t be helped. Speed shouldn’t cost someone their life, she figured. Her grandmother might be a bit crueler, but Tamaki was a kinder sort. She gave her cats a nod, and then carefully approached Konan.
            “I’ll… I’ll take you somewhere where you can rest,” she told the barely-conscious Akatsuki. She was not daft enough to notice the patterns of the robes Konan wore – Sasuke had specifically told her grandmother about Akatsuki while hunting Itachi – but it was hard for her to just leave a wounded person out to die in such dreadful conditions.
            Helping Konan to her feet was difficult, but supporting her weight while walking was even more so. She whimpered and strained with the purple-haired woman pressing against her back. Konan watched her quietly, barely conscious to take notice of her kindness.
            “Uhn… We’ve still got such a long way to go,” she whined, heading to the deserted village far off amongst the rugged mountain horizon.
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