The Traveling Pussy

Chapter 28: Ibiki’s New Look

A month later, I was nervously running around the house trying to make sure everything was ready and not kill Ino. She and Sakura had come over early to help, but all they were really doing was being a pair of nosey Parkers poking their heads into everything. Ibiki had locked himself in the master bedroom, knowing I would not beg him to come out because that would be humiliating myself in front of Ino and Sakura.

Mikage and Ritsuka were fiddling with the microphones and speakers on the back patio under Shino’s supervision. Shino was in charge of the music for the night, and he had Ritsuka and Mikage helping. Shuichi was going to sing a song he’d written for my party, but he wasn’t here yet, which was weird. After an hour, Shino’s dad, Aburame Shibi, was going to come pick the three kids and take them back to the Aburame mansion where they would spend the night.

In asking Shino to check up on Ritsuka, I’d lost any chance of adopting the boy since Shino was now the center of his world, but I didn’t care. Ritsuka was looking more cheerful and happy since making friends with Shino than I’d ever seen him. Mikage seemed to like Shino as well and was also a lot closer to Ritsuka. The two kids’ friendship was really helping both of them. Mikage was coming to school more and doing better in subjects she’d previously ignored, and Ritsuka was becoming more social. It looked like those two might make it as ninjas after all.

Just recently, Shuichi had started acting weird. I was too busy with the party to figure out the problem, but I planned on dealing with it as soon as this big social event was over. Naruto and Jiraiya were the first ones to arrive for the party. I have to admit Naruto was a big help because he made a few clones and helped Sakura set up the buffet tables and put out the food. I was busy answering the front door as more people showed up, hindered a bit by Jiraiya who was drooling all over me. He had given me the contact info for both his agent and editor, however, so I was tolerating him.

Shuichi finally appeared, and I was delighted to see he seemed back in his confident, happy mode. He was eager to sing, so after peeling Jiraiya off me, I went out to the patio and took the microphone and gave a little speech. It was annoying that Ibiki wasn’t down from the bedroom yet. “Hi, friends! I’m so happy you are here tonight. In honor of this festive occasion, a very special friend of mine, Shuichi, is going to sing a song he has written himself. Please give him a warm welcome!” I handed the mike to Shuichi, happy at the applause. As I stepped moved off the patio into the back yard, I noticed the garden gate at the back of the yard off the alley opening, and Hyuuga Neji came through it.

Wow, so even snooty-ass Neji had decided to check out my party—probably just to spy on Hinata and Hanabi. As the applause died out, Shuichi didn’t start singing. Oh shit! The poor kid was having stage fright. I turned to look—he didn’t look scared, he looked transfixed at something. I tried to figure out what had him frozen like that, but at the spot he seemed fixated on was nothing but Neji and the garden gate. He must have just been freaking about how many people were here.

I bit my lip, panicking, not sure what to do that wouldn’t humiliate poor Shuichi more. Then a loud, pretty awful voice started singing the ninja academy school song. It was Naruto—bless him! I decided to give him some 411 on how to seduce Sakura as a reward. A few others joined in, and when the song was finished, Suichi sang. His voice was amazing. If he ever got kicked out the Konoha ninja corps like me, he could make a living singing. His song was hauntingly beautiful, and the lyrics were about meeting a new love. I smiled and wondered who had inspired him.

As I listened to the applause for Shuichi and clapped, I was feeling romantic and wishing Ibiki was holding me. When a hand touched my ass, I thought for a second it was Ibiki, but the hand was groping crudely, and the pathetic panting and vague smell of frog meant it could only be Jiraiya. I stood there frowning, my nostrils flaring, angry, but enduring it, trying to decide on the best approach. After all, I wanted to use his agent and publisher.

“JIRAIYA!” came a loud bellow from the balcony off the master bedroom that looked down on the garden. The hand immediately moved from my ass. I lifted my head up and was just stunned by how lucky I was. My mouth fell open, and I felt my nose start to bleed a little. I had never seen such a stunning sight. Ibiki had leaped up on the balcony rail as he had bellowed, then leaped down to the garden. It only took a second, but for me, I went into a different universe in which time slowed down. The image was burned on my brain. I knew I’d be masturbating to this for years.

Ibiki had on his black hitai-ate and had a silver hoop in one ear—when had he pierced that ear? He had on a black leather collar—a collar! I was going to pass out from that alone, but it didn’t stop there. His chest and arms were covered with nothing but some leather straps that buckled in various places. Two leather cuffs were on his wrists and his hands were bare—no gloves. His incredible muscles and his scarred skin were visible under the straps. He wore a pair of tight black leather pants with assorted straps and buckles. His feet were bare.

He was walking towards me—was this real? This had to be a fantasy! Ibiki never ever let anyone but me see this much skin. He didn’t wear collars and cuffs—he put them on others. He walked across the lawn to me, and my knees buckled and everything went a little blurry. Before my knees hit the ground, Ibiki closed the distance and caught me in his arms. I started to tremble and shake, panting. He said something to me, I think asking if I was ok, and then picked me up and jumped back up on the balcony and took me in the bedroom. He pushed me against the wall, kissed me, and put his hand under my skirt, and I came at once.

After a few minutes, he carried me into the bathroom and wiped my face and crotch with cold water, which got me back to normal. “Focus, baby,” he ordered. “I’m going to go deal with that pervert Jiriaya. You can stay up here all night if you want, but just remember I’ll be down there with Ino.” I stood up instantly recovered. Ibiki grinned at me, pleased at my blatant possessiveness.

“Don’t you dare dance with anybody but me,” I said.

“Don’t you dare hug anybody but me—handshakes only,” he said.

“They’re going to be all over you! How could you dress in the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen you in when we have all these stupid people over that aren’t going to be gone for hours?”

“This is karma, baby. Payback’s a bitch as they say,” said Ibiki—and he winked at me and walked out the door and shut it behind him.

It took me a minute to take that in, and then I threw open the door, yelling, “You evil fucking bastard, Ibiki!” There was a roar of laughter in the hallway, which annoyingly was filled with way too many ninjas, mostly male. `No wonder,’ I thought scowling, `Ibiki’s downstairs.’ This party wasn’t going to be as fun as I thought.