Striptease no jutsu

The crowd inside the ornate clubroom bursted. Cheers and applause exploded from the shinobi who were anxiously awaiting the first performer. Who would it be? A woman? A man? Would they be from Konoha or another village? More importantly, how would they find out?

As Tsunade gracefully lowered herself into her seat next to Kazekage Gaara, the red stage curtains started to rustle. Everyone in the room slid forward slightly, expecting the curtains to open and reveal the first performer. But it was not a person who made the curtains move. It was chakra.

An eerie purple glow began to resonate from the fabric, and started to form words. While the guests read the script, the performers behind the curtains stood impatiently, anxious to see which of them would be going first.

“Damnit! Why do we have to read it backwards?!” a fussy Ino screeched, barely keeping her yellow robe on in her frustration.

“Because then the crowd would have to, and that would but stupid,” Sakura answered smugly. Her folded arms cushioned by her pink robe. She rolled her green eyes to her blond friend’s selfishness and lack of common sense. She was annoyed with Ino as it were. Earlier that day, when the performers were checking in, she was royally screwed over by her so-called friend.

“Sorry Sakura,” Tsunade’s apology rang in her ear. “That act is already being used”.

“WWHHAAAAAT?!” Sakura exclaimed, jaw dropping in disbelief. “Who?!”

“Ino’s already signed for that act. Every detail matches too. What a shame. It’s a drool of performance choice too”.

Sakura’s usually rosy face became engulfed in anger-fueled red. Inner Sakura shouted and screamed some choice words, some words she had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming out loud. She should’ve known she’d steal her act. She’s the only one Sakura told, and Ino’s idea of an act was too lame for the every-gaudy Ino to perform. She wondered why Ino’s eyes shone so much when she had described the act to her.

“That was my act first! Tsunade-sensei, you have to do something! She stole it from me!”

“I’m sorry Sakura, but Ino was here first. You’ll just have to think of a new act altogether”. Sakura slumped over in defeat. What the Godaime said was final. As Sakura turned to go brainstorm in the dressing room, a haughty Ino caught her eye. As the grinning woman waved and gave a raspberry, Sakura growled and clenched her fists.

She hadn’t noticed, but Sakura was shaking in anger again, her fists balled up tightly. Just before she punched a hole through the nearest object, or person, Ino squealed in aggravation.

“Damnit! I wanted to be the first one to go!” She stomped on the floor, nearly breaking the heel of her shoe and marched away in a huff, legs and arms rigid. Sakura’s attention returned to the curtain in front of her. Though the writing was backwards, she could at least make out first name.

“Suni? Who the hell is that?” a deep growl caught Sakura off guard.

“Oh, Kiba-kun,” Sakura said, slight surprise trickling into Kiba’s name. The canine ninja stood next to the slug apprentice, his body leaning to one side, a hand resting on his hip. His bright red robe rested on his broad, muscular shoulders. One eyebrow above a slit-pupil eye arched in confusion. He read out the rest of the chakra writing.

“Suni Shisno ‘XXXombie’. Heh. What a screwy name. And what kind of act is X-“. Kiba cut himself off. A new smell in the air made his sensitive nose twitch.

'This aroma,' he thought, 'it’s so different, so unique, so…..arousing'. his eyes darted around, surveying the entire backstage. Where was the smell coming from. He looked at the faces surrounding him, trying to match the fragrance with an owner.

'It can’t be Ino, she smells like a flower shop. Too sweet to be Sakura'. His gaze wandered to a blond man and a brunette woman across the way from him by the other side of the curtain. 'Definitely not Naruto. He reeks of sweat and ramen. I doubt it’s TenTen. She smells a little bit like metal. So who-'.

“Excuse me,” a voice purred from behind Kiba, making him jump slightly. He spun around only to be greeted with a horrifying sight. The pardon came from a woman, but not just any woman, but…..an undead one!

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Kiba shouted as he stumbled backwards. He looked up at her, eyes quivering in fear. “She-she’s dead! Why didn’t I smell the rotting flesh?!” How he wished Akamaru was there. He would’ve noticed her and he never would have gotten snuck up on.

The mysterious zombie woman was a little shorter than Sakura, who stood next to her, frozen in fear and bewilderment. There were cuts all over her, and her skin was green. Her light brown hair hung loosely on her shoulders which were wrapped in a dark purple robe. She looked down at the shaking dog user with a look powered by intensity.

Kiba rolled into a tight ball and shut his eyes. “PLEASE DON’T EAT ME!!” Kiba waited to hear the woman moan “Braaaains”, but instead his ears pricked at the sound of her giggling. He opened his eyes again to see her slightly bent over, a smile on her face and laughter escaping her lips. Confusion and surprise overtook Kiba who tried to figure out how a zombie could laugh.

“Not the brightest dog in the kennel, are we, chief?” the undead woman chided. Kiba blinked.

“Oh! You must be Suni, the next act then! That’s why you’re dressed like that!” Sakura said enthused. Suni nodded and smiled. Naruto and TenTen, who had also come out of there frightened statuses, had ventured over to meet the out-of-towner. As introduction ensued, Kiba sat on the cool hardwood floor, still at a slight loss for words, at least any intelligent ones.

“So, you’re not going to eat me?” he asked dumbly. Everyone looked down at him, all with the same “are you kidding” expression painted on their faces. All of them except Suni. Her face expressed amusement and a hint of something, something that Kiba couldn’t explain. She crouched down in front of him, a few mere inches away from his face.

Kiba’s nose twitched again. “The smell, it’s coming from her!” he thought. The aroma bombarded his senses. It was so sweet, he thought it gave the air itself a taste. He looked at her face. He was entranced by her enticing features. Seductive eyes seemed to tease his own. One blue eye and one green eye glinted flirtatiously at the dog nin, making his breath catch. Her soft-looking lips form a smirk, her right cheek lifting to compensate for the facial movement.

“Well, I could eat you, but we’d have to wait until we’re alone,” she seduced. She leaned forward and her small pink tongue flitted out as she licked Kiba’s lips playfully. Once the initial shock wore off, Kiba’s face morphed into that of a beast in heat. His lips curled back into a vicious smile, his fangs bared. His eyes honed in on the woman’s in front of him. A low, masculine growl vibrated in his throat like a wolf’s growl during mating season.

Just as he was about to pounce on her, Suni disappeared in a puff of smoke. Everyone waved the smoke away from their eyes and looked all around for Suni, especially Kiba. When the smoke finally dissipated enough, they found her robe laying lifeless on the hardwood floor. The lights went out, and the music to play. Everyone’s attentions turned to the stage.

A/N: Omg these are freakishly short and I apologize for that. I promise that will be fixed once the show starts. I've got the first performance done and a chapter afterwards, but I want to rewrite it using an experimental set up that my friend brought up to me. Going to try to make a timeline using the lyrics of the songs. Hopefully it comes out well enough for you guys. Please leave me comments on either the story or giving me any ideas/suggestions. Thanks you guys!