What a delusional freak, Ino frowned at him. If this was him being kind she didn't want to see what was 'harsh' in his context.
Sensei must've lost it, Sakura thought with a bit of fear in her mind. She did last a bit longer than usual, but goddamn her sensei made her weak when she went home.
You've always been perfect, Sensei-kun, Hinata thought with a small cute smile. Naruto Uzumaki was a very strange in private. At times he would be very hush-hush, but never socially inept. He'd talk when it was necessary, but never overstep. But at home, he was different. There was a peaceful aura around him that radiated a sort of warmth that was both protective and alluring.
Oh, and he looked great without a shirt. And pants. Hell, Hinata liked it when he didn't wear anything. Mama likey.
"Now then," Naruto stood up and armed himself with a few kunai and shuriken. The three genin paled at its appearance. Usually Naruto would torture them with high speeding pebbles which hurt like hell; sharp objects meant he was getting a bit serious. "We're going to play a little game of tag. Rules are simple: You run away from me, and I try to stab, sever, slash all your major nerves and arteries."
"What the hell?!" Ino grew terrified as she looked at the weapons, they gleamed.
"Sensei you can't be serious!" Sakura thought it would be best to appeal to his humanity. "You really wouldn't hurt us, right?!"
"I'll be aiming for your hair first," Naruto's words made both Ino and Sakura run faster than they ever had.
Feet shuffled and paced blurring with the green ground beneath them. It was no longer about their lives, but their hair! Oh so fine taken care of, well conditioned, silky, flawless flowing hair. Hinata however stood her ground.
"Sensei-kun," Hinata poked her fingers. She thought to use something else against him. "You like my hair. You really wouldn't cut it."
"I won't cut your hair," Naruto smiled devilishly; Hinata blushed at the intense stare he gave her. "I'll be cutting off your clothes." She ran too.
He waited for another ten seconds, giving them enough chance to run and hide. Then a puff of smoke appeared beside him. Naruto groaned at the sound. A small messenger toad stood with a scroll in its hands.
"What do you want?"
"Master Jiraiya told me to send this to you," the toad, with pride in its flabby hands gave the jōnin a scroll and just as quickly disappeared. They were getting moodier day by day.
Maybe one day he'd see aristocratic toads sipping fine wine and smelling roses. Now that would be an image.
Opening the parchment, Naruto's eyes grew a bit wide at the text.
"Another one, huh?"
Ino wanted to die. No wait, she wanted to sleep. Or maybe food. Log, she wanted it all.
Her feet and fingers had a significant number of cuts. Her hair was disheveled and mixed with grimy . . . something. She didn't want to assumed what it was.
Her clothes were stained as well. Today was tiring, hot and sweaty. Though it did get interesting.
Naruto sensei literally dropped on her, making her spread on the ground. He twisted her arm and brought it slowly back to her back before yanking her head up by pulling on her long ponytail.
At first she felt pain, then his hot breath hit her ears. Ino had never really been that close to a boy, any boy for that matter. Her sensei was around her age, from the same class who graduated early.
She felt something else too.
Powerful compact muscles, his hands were coarse and rough—years of handling sharp objects left their marks. Then of course he held her by the chin, her back against his chest and his sweet cruel whispers made the fearful situation exciting.
It was just a thing, she told herself. Ino entered the shower and took a cold one. She needed it, she needed a lot of things. Food and sleep were two of them.
Stepping out of the bathroom, her golden hair flowed freely and droplets of water still clung to her frame. Ino Yamanaka stood only in a towel that hid her modesty from the world. She dropped it and walked around her room, naked as the day as she was born.
She stood in front of the mirror assessing the damage; her fingers and lower legs had scratch marks on them, the cuts long since dried and clotted up. There was a red mark near her throat and right edge of her hip, courtesy of their sensei.
It felt so weird, having rough marks like that on her body given by another man.
While still a virgin, Ino had naughty dreams one times too many. First it was Sasuke, then sometimes Sai when she thought he was cute; one day there was one involving the three of them, and once that involved only the two boys.
Despite all that, a girl had her needs—a kunoichi double. Chakra usage and depletion often affected people in different ways. Some did mental exercises to calm them, some ate voracious amounts to restore them. In her case, Ino Yamanaka had been feeling horny.
Very. Very. Horny. It wasn't the first time either, she remembered having this feeling before her permanent diet plan kicked in full gear.
And the rough-ish way Naruto-sensei had touched her. For a moment she'd thought that he was going to slid his hands inappropriately here and there, crop a feel, say something sultry, take advantage and make her feel helpless.
Then make her feel good, then better and, Oh my!
"Ino," her mother's voice came through the door along with a few knocks. "Are you done with the shower?" Hurriedly she put on the first clothes she found. An orange top and black pants. Not her favorite combination but it would do just fine.
"Yeah," Ino got out of the room, a bit red-faced at the prospect of how she had dirty thoughts about her sensei. If she was to be honest, had Naruto stayed in the Academy she would've gone for him.
Sasuke had a regal look in his features, Sai had this mysterious cuteness about him… Naruto was… Naruto was ruggedly handsome, amusingly sarcastic, sexily cold in small moments, and the eye-patch added a whole wounded warrior aura about him.
Never knew I'd put THIS much thought into him. She was getting used to him. He wasn't that bad once someone got past the insults, the torturous training, the quips and… maybe he wasn't that nice after all.
Having a bit more lunch than usual, Ino put her arms on the table, resting her head on them.
"Tired, sweety?" Her mother asked in a gentle manner. When was the last time her mother spoke like this to her?
"Yeah, mom," Ino replied, too tired to respond in her usual way. "I thought things were supposed to be a breeze after we graduate. Usually it isn't until the Chūnin Exams that things start to get so…"
"Hectic?"
"That's the word," Ino said half-heartedly. She cracked a shoulder and groaned. "I wish sensei wouldn't be so damn hard on us."
"Wishful thinking," her mother giggled a bit. "If it was any other sensei that might've been the case. But I am glad Naruto Uzumaki is your sensei. He'll whip you up in good shape."
Ino blinked once, twice and thrice. "You know mom, you almost make it sound like you know him."
"I do know him, but that's a story for another day," Kasumi Yamanaka only fed a little morsel to bait her daughter.
"Alright, when and how?"
It worked. Kasumi cleared her throat a bit, she needed to lure her in a bit more. "Oh it's a bit… confidential."
"You know I'm not going to stop."
Kasumi pretended to sigh wistfully. Oh, her daughter had yet to learn all her ways. One day it would happen though. "Fine, but this stays between us. Not even your father can know."
"Pinky," Ino got up, excited for the first time today. "Now, tell me. Tell me."
"Do you remember the incident two years ago when your father broke his leg?"
Ino flinched a bit.
It was a painful memory, watching her father return from a mission all bloodied up, leg broken and his teammates were in similar conditions. All of them had been ambushed by another unit. She wasn't told anything, but assumed it was a double-cross.
"Yeah, Daddy-"
"Survived by the skin of his teeth along with Chōza and Shikaku," Kasumi recounted. "They were surrounded by five squads of shinobi, along with two extra regiments that came in. I really thought I'd lose your father that day. But I didn't. Do you know why?"
"Because," Ino assumed, she'd never really asked why. It was one event she didn't want to remember. "Shikaku-san came up with a brilliant plan in the end?"
"He did, but it required a sacrifice," Kasumi's words made Ino suck her breath. "It would've been that way too, had Hokage-sama not sent backup."
"A squad?"
"One man."
"No way!" Ino was fully upright now. What her mother was saying was preposterous! "There's no way a single guy can take out entire squads."
"Ino, people like them exist. Your father isn't one of them, strong as he is," Kasumi paused a bit. She looked at the window. "Do you know why I'm always worried for you?"
"You're my mother."
"Yes, exactly," Kasumi took her daughter's hands into her own. "You're my daughter, my only child and I will always love you. The reason why I worry and always bother you about not training enough is because I know what's out there, beyond the village. Horrible people are waiting to do horrible things to you, Ino-chan. Men who rape, there's nothing more disgusting then them. But there's something scarier out there. Monsters. Monsters in human flesh, people who kill easily with the swipe of their arms, the flick of their blades, they don't even waste a second and have no idea what the word 'mercy' means. These people can destroy squads and squads of shinobi with ease."
"And you're saying that," Ino felt weary with those words, "that a monster saved Daddy and the others?"
"A monster? Him?" Kasumi shook her head. "Regarding his strength, yes. A man with a lot of unresolved issues and other past incidents, yes. But a monster because he was outright cruel? Because he shows no mercy? No, not really. No shinobi is a clean human being. We all kill one day. Some more than others."
"Who saved Daddy?" Ino wanted to know. She had a guess, but she just wanted to be sure.
"Your sensei."
Sakura stretched her arms and legs in the hot spring. Warm Whirlpool had opened up about a year ago and was perhaps one of the hottest spots in Konoha in terms of tourism.
She'd seen so many people come and go in this place. The best thing about this place was the zero-perversion policy they had. There was no way a could ever peep in on the women and vice-versa.
A few women, surprisingly, had been disappointed it by it overall the place was always blooming.
Sakura with her long flowing pink hair sat comfortably as various fragrances blessed the air around her.
She heard the chit-chat of the women going on, a few visitors were there too. Then a rowdy voice came in.
"God I love this place!"
Sakura sighed knowing full well who it was.
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