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Yamanaka Perfect	By : ScribblesITM Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1281 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Yamanaka Perfect
Rating: Rish
Pairing: hints of Ino X Genma, Ino X Asuma, and Ino X other
Timeline: Post Time Skip
Universe: MABU

Yamanaka Perfect
Ino moved through the darkened hallways. She had been doing this too long for her movements to betray the awkwardness of this shell she wore. Some people wore a mask -- she wore some people. Slowly she navigated the large bulky body towards her target. The body�s hair was short and dark. He was tall and broad, too much muscle to be a shinobi, just the right amount to be a bodyguard. Her target had expensive tastes in everything and that included the guards in whom he chose to protect himself.
It had taken her a week to find her way in. Finally two of her target�s guards had gone to a bar for a few drinks. Once she had them there, she knew she would be able to finish her mission tonight. She was a Yamanaka � tall, thin, blonde and beautiful. She picked the one that seemed higher ranking, and started to smile at him. By the end of the night, he had her back at his room and in his bed.
She was supposed to use her jutsu before anything happened, but he was almost intimidating � even for a kunoichi. The scent of cigarettes and sake clung to him as he kissed her too hard, his stubbly beard scrapping her smooth skin. His broad shoulder pressed her into the bed as her pale legs held him close. He looked so much like her old sensei, and when she completed her jutsu and looked down at her unconscious, naked, sweaty body she regretted that he had never seen her like that. Her sensei could never see her as anything but a cocky know-it-all genin.
Now she moved through corridors in the body of a man who reminded her too much of a man she could never have. She boldly walked past other guards, safe in this shell she had borrowed. She tried to ignore the feelings of anger and betrayal welling up from the other consciousness in here. He was stronger than she had anticipated, she had to make this quick. She quickly found her target. Yamanaka were perfect assassins and spies.
She walked up to him, bold and direct as if she had important news for him. Before anyone could react, she was on him with a kunai, slitting his throat. It was a fatal blow; it had to be a fatal blow. As she was confirming the man�s death, she knew this vessel she was in was going to die. She felt the panic from the other consciousness inside. The sword was piercing the shell�s side as she released the jutsu. The kill was confirmed, not even one of the best medic-nins would not be able to save the target from the damage she inflicted.
She receded from the panicked conscious before death fell. She didn�t know if she would die if she was still in there at the moment of death, the possibility was too great. No Yamanaka had ever been in a body at the moment of death, and she didn�t want to try and risk that being the reason some Yamanaka had never come back.
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Genma slipped into the hotel room. They didn�t ever let Ino go out alone. Genma knew all too well how delicate Yamanaka were, even if the rest of the village believed that fa�ade the clan wore. He had worked with the girl�s father years ago. That clan ability of theirs was more of a curse than any of the other bloodline limits. To make it so easy to loose oneself was a power to be feared.
He saw her on the bed, naked and covered in a man�s sweat and fluids. Carefully he grabbed a cloth and a bowl of water and started to clean her off. She was supposed to perform the mind transfer before things got to that point, but Genma had known she didn�t. He had heard everything over the one-way transmitter. He didn�t like it, but someone had to monitor the girl, and he had been the only one available. Too many of her reports involved loosing that transmitter, he had told her not to dare lose the transmitter when he was the one paired with her.
Softly he ran the cloth over her stomach, the fabric following the firm line of muscles over her abdomen. Gently he brought the cloth up farther, tracing her ribs as he cleaned her; softly he brushed the cool, wet cloth across her breasts. Meticulously, he cleaned the evidence of another man having her. Her thighs were marked -- he gently cleaned them. His hands couldn�t touch her, not like this. The cool cloth was a poor substitute. He wanted to touch her and hold her. The desire to keep the girl safe gnawed at him, but she was so young, and he didn�t trust himself to get close.
He brushed her hair away from her peaceful looking face. He only ever saw her looking like this when she was in another�s body, when awake the girl had her brash mask firmly in place. She was too young for this, but he thought that of most of the shinobi these days. He was getting old was the truth. He dressed her in clothes that were practical for escaping this town and lay her down on a clean blanket, at least when she got back to her body it would be clean. Years of training allowed him to purge his mind of thoughts of her as anything other than a teammate � or at least allow him to lie to himself that he had.
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Slowly she felt herself waking up. Her blue eyes focused onto soft brown eyes. Her first breath in her own body always was disconcerting. His hands stayed on her shoulders as she took that gasping breath, her slight frame so much different from the larger frame she had worn just moments ago. For the first few moments, she gripped onto the man leaning over her, holding onto him like an anchor as she felt herself warm. It was so cold in that space between, and when the distance is so great, the time there is even longer. She held onto him as he rubbed her back.
Eventually she slipped form his arms, her confident smile back on her face. With a flick of impossibly blonde hair behind her back she laughed, ignoring how hollow it sounded. �Mission accomplished, perfect as always.�
Yet another mission went on the books as perfect. When a Yamanaka was concerned, nothing else was acceptable.
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