Kaze Noil: Wind Blade Turning

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(AN: Fun fact: as I was writing this chapter up today I was constantly listening to Three Days Grace. So, I naturally decided to base the title of this chapter off of their song, “Never too Late.” Sorry for being a geek, but I just like music, and I especially like fanfics with music that I know in it…)

Kaze Noil:
Wind Blade Turning
Chapter 4:
“Never to Late”
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“This world will never be what I expected,
And if I don’t belong, who would have guessed it?
I will not leave alone everything that I own,
To make you feel like it’s not too late, it’s never too late…”
- Three Days Grace, “Never too Late”

The rumors circled around the village, as the villagers of Konohagakure whispered about the rumor that the Yondaime’s younger brother, the second Yellow Flash of their village, had returned to their village after years of being comatose and MIA. Kaze ignored most of this, as he walked through the streets of Konohagakure with his wife leaning against his shoulder, her smiling gently as she was obviously imaging the reasons for them leaving the Namikaze compound so early in the day. Of course, they had timed it to just around lunch time, as they knew where their target would be at this time.
And sure enough, when they got to Ichiraku Ramen, pushing through the blinds, they met the sight of the young Namikaze Uzumaki Naruto eating a bowl of ramen while happily rattling on about his day to his “nee-chan” Mitarashi Anko. However, everyone in the stand grew quiet when Kaze and his wife, Senna, took a seat at the bar next to Naruto, who titled his head back before grinning widely.
“Hey… aren’t you that guy from yesterday?” the boy asked excitedly, eyes wide with a light shining in them. Kaze nodded, looking to Teuchi and ordering a bowl of Miso ramen, practically having to restrain himself from bouncing in his own seat in excitement as well as he imagined the food that had to be a gift from the gods. It had been a lengthy amount of time since he had sampled the wonders of Teuchi and his daughter’s cooking, mostly because during the Fourth Great Shinobi war Teuchi and his daughter, like the rest of the civilian population, had been forced to relocate a village that wasn’t in the middle of the war front, keeping them safe. Kaze hadn’t heard a single word about how the two were doing in all his days since.
“Yeah, what about it, gaki?” questioned Kaze, looking to the boy lazily, to see the other blond was frowning angrily at the older man calling him that word. Kaze inwardly smirked, and thought that if this was the way Jiraiya, and Tsunade felt when teasing him about his height and age then he could understand why they took such time out of their lives to aggravate him. Anko and Senna who were next to the two Namikaze, noticed the immediately teasing, almost brotherly/fatherly tone in the older man’s voice as he spoke to the younger blond.
Quickly getting over the offense, the boy asked excitedly, “Ne, ne, can you teach me that?” asked the boy, almost drooling in excitement. Kaze chuckled, and reached out to ruffle the boy’s hair, hearing the boy whine in annoyance at the gesture. Kaze couldn’t really help it though, that action just came to him instinctively. He felt that it was only natural to pick on the kid, though there was obvious affection in his actions, though Naruto couldn’t recognize it, as he was so unused to affection. Kaze noticed a locket around the boy’s neck, something that he had only seen in the vaults of the Namikaze estate. It was another heirloom of the family, one that was prized by the Namikaze as a tool that would ward off evil. Kaze raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything as he responded to the boy’s previous question.
“Do you know how to use chakra?” Kaze asked, knowing that the boy didn’t even before his face fell. Of course, he purely based the boy’s answer on his own knowledge of his previous life, knowing that he hadn’t learned how to use his chakra until he was a little over eight years old. He caught Anko looking to him with a frown on her face, and he just nodded his head to her.
“Don’t worry, when I was your age I didn’t know how to use chakra, either,” and he heard Anko’s snort in humor as she obviously relived something from “their” past. Naruto looked to the woman curiously, and she just grinned.
“That’s the understatement of the century,” she remarked, smiling teasingly, “Kaze-kun was so bad at jutsu and ninja techniques that the instructors refused to let him have real kunai and shuriken until he was eight, and only after his older brother helped him learn his course work,” she laughed in remembrance. Kaze couldn’t help but blush as he relived some of his earlier childhood memories, which were almost mirrored word for word with what Anko said, only instead of the Yondaime helping him to learn his course work it had been Iruka. Naruto grinned brightly at this, laughing along with his nee-chan, while Senna giggled good humouredly at that, clearly remembering that part about his life, too. Kaze had never been so mortified in his whole life.
Suddenly, Ayame, Teuchi’s daughter, placed the groups’ bowls onto the counter in front of them, about two bowls for both Senna and Anko each, while placing the ordered four bowls of ramen that Kaze and Naruto had ordered. Instantly, the two Namikaze dug into the ramen heartily, flashing through the bowls so quickly that by the time that either Anko or Senna had finished their first bowl they had both finished their ramen, holding the bowls out with a plea of, “MORE!!” Teuchi blinked, before grinning tiredly.
“I forgot about you appetite for ramen, Kaze-san,” stated the old man, and Kaze grinned sheepishly, figuring that Teuchi must have known him from his “past” in Konohagakure as Kaze Noil Namikaze. Naruto blinked at the sight of another person with his particular appetite for ramen, before grinning and scratchy the back of his head as Teuchi took their bowls from them, asking them what they wanted next.
“CHICKEN!!” both blonds ordered, and Teuchi shook his head good humorously as he left to fulfill the orders while Naruto looked to the other blond in shock that they would be matched in almost everything. Kaze just grinned, and shot the peace sign, causing his younger self to shake his head at the older blonde’s goofiness. Anko and Senna just laughed quietly at this.
For the next thirty minutes the two blonds continued to stack up a pile of ramen bowls, laughing and talking happily with each other while the two women looked on fondly at the sight, before, as Naruto reached over to stack up another bowl of ramen, his locket unclipped from his neck and fell to the floor. Naruto went to pick it up, but Kaze had already reached down and picked it up, handing it back to the boy who blushed and thanked the older man in embarrassment.
“That’s a nice necklace,” said the older Namikaze, “where exactly would one get a locket like that?” he asked, and Naruto looked down, running his fingers over the smooth surface of the silver plated metal, before glancing to his nee-chan, Anko.
“Anko-nee-chan gave this to me as a birthday present yesterday, after the… well, you know,” said the boy, referring to the mob that had chased him that Kaze had saved him from. Kaze nodded, knowing what he meant, before glancing to Anko to see that she had an obvious frown on her face.
“And just where did you get a locket like that,” he questioned, “I can imagine that something like that would be very rare and valuable,” he said, and Naruto titled his head back in confusion…
“Why is that?” the boy asked innocently. Kaze glanced to him before shaking his head.
“Because, that locket has the symbol of the Namikaze clan on it, which would make it a heirloom of that particularly family… only a Namikaze could have taken it from their private vault… which is why I’m curious about how she could have gotten it,” everyone in the bar was tense as they didn’t know what would happen from his tone, but the clearly shocked and almost hurt expression on the snake mistress’s face made everyone pause, and for Naruto to glance to his nee-chan worriedly.
“Kaze-kun… you… you really d-don’t r-remember m-me?” she stuttered, with tears welling in her eyes. Kaze was a little surprised to see the woman that he had thought couldn’t cry close to having a break down right in front of him. Kaze frowned, before replying, hesitantly.
“I… have a slight recollection of a person with your face… but, other than that, no, nothing,” he responded. At his words it was like the flood gates had been opened, as Anko got to her feet and rushed out of the stand, the sound of sobs following her every footstep. Naruto shot the man a glare, soon leaving to head after his “nee-chan” while Kaze stood there, stunned by the reactions of the Mitarashi. Soon, he felt Senna’s hand grip his, as she sighed tiredly.
“This is… somewhat a complication, but, it is also a gift in disguise,” she said, Kaze looked to her questioningly, and she looked at him plainly, before, in a low voice explaining, “Mitarashi-san has a history with you in this world, and therefore it would be beneficial for us to learn all that we can from her so that you will have some background knowledge of the man that you were in this village…” she pointed out, before, with a blush on her face, she commented, “besides, she’s rather… exotic, so to speak… I wouldn’t mind having her as a ‘sister’,” said the Hyuuga-turned-Namikaze. Kaze went blank faced, before nodding and the two lovers paid both their tab and Naruto and Anko’s tabs, nodding to the old man tiredly.
After that they left the stand, intending to go find Anko and help her get over the bout of depression that she was likely suffering from.

Anko had ran all the way back to her apartment, shutting locking her door as she rested against the door frame, head bowed as she continued to pour her eyes out in her depression.
The snake charmer had, despite all odds, thought that her old boyfriend would remember her, and that they would be able to start over where they left off, despite the fact that many years had passed, and the rumors running through the village said that he had lost his memories from the wounds he had suffered from the Tsuchikage and his ninja while in the mission that had caused him to go MIA. Anko had thought that the love that the two of them had shared would have overcome any obstacle, that he would remember her and her love despite the lack of his memories, and now, everything that she had hoped for, the swelling of hope and desperation in her, was suddenly washed away, and she was left in her depression again as she now knew that there was no chance for her with the man that she loved.
Not only that, but she had immediately noticed the casual closeness between her old lover and the woman that remarkably looked like a Hyuuga, something that couldn’t be faked, and couldn’t be there unless they were close. The Hyuuga look-alike seemed all too comfortable and intimate with the blond man, something that her experienced eyes picked up, easily. Obviously, there was a relationship going on between the two of them, and therefore, she had no chance of reclaiming the man she love’s heart, which she had thought she could do if he really didn’t remember her.
Anko fell to the ground, curling into a tight ball as she cried and cried. Even when Naruto came to her apartment, knocking on her door urgently, she didn’t answer. She was just too emotional now, and she didn’t want the gaki to see her in the state that she was in. However, she stopped suddenly when she heard her window open, and someone enter through the opening that was made. She didn’t look up, thinking that if someone wanted to kill her now that she wouldn’t fight. However, soon she felt warm, comforting, and familiar hands wrap around her, before she was pulled into an embrace.
“It’s okay, Anko-chan,” said the voice of Kaze Noil, quietly into her ear, “let it all out,” and before she had realized any of it she felt herself pouring her heart, soul, and all of her pent up emotions that had built up over the years out into his shoulder.

Kaze and Senna appeared onto the railing overlooking the apartment complex that was Mitarashi Anko’s, watching as Kaze’s younger counterpart continued to bang urgently onto the woman’s apartment door. Sighing, Kaze jumped from the roof of the building to Anko’s apartment, landing next to the younger blond softly.
“Hmm… so she’s locked you out and refuses to talk to you,” stated Kaze rather than asking, watching as Naruto whipped around and growled warningly at him, thinking that he was only hear to hurt the woman more. Kaze merely raised an eyebrow, looking to the boy in silence.
“Why the hell are you here? Haven’t you done enough already?” he asked, and Kaze shook his head.
“I must apologize to you,” said Kaze, stopping the younger blond short as the gaki looked to him with surprise, “one simply can’t control the fact that they have no memory what so ever of a person. Still, I feel rather bad that my amnesia has affected your nee-chan as much as it has, and wish to rectify the situation… if you would allow me, that is?” he asked, Naruto paused, before speaking.
“What are you going to do?” he asked, and Kaze shook his head, smiling gently.
“I merely wish to apologize to your nee-chan, and hope that she can forgive me for only being human. Then, I hope to get her to unlock her apartment door, and thereby letting you in to comfort her,” he said. Naruto paused, wondering what he should do in this type of situation, before nodding, slowly, hesitantly.
“Okay… but only because you two seem to have a history together,” and Kaze inwardly smiled, before ruffling the younger blonde’s hair, hearing the boy growl in annoyance.
“I’ll be back in a few,” said Kaze, before running across the walls of the apartment to the boy’s astonishment. Kaze just reached Anko’s window when he heard Naruto gasp in shock, and the familiar voice of Senna speak.
“Don’t worry, I’m here to protect you while Kaze gets your nee-chan,” and with that he opened the jounin’s window and stepped into her humble abode.
Looking around, Kaze could see that Anko’s apartment was vastly similar to his when he was a child. Being that young he hadn’t take that good care of his self, and so he had let various junk stack up everywhere. Though, whereas he had ramen cups and various low ranking jutsu strewn across the floor of his apartment back then, Anko had dango sticks, sake saucers, and a various assortment of a multitude of weapons placed in random places. But he got the feeling that her reasons why she did this was because of the same depression that he had felt when he was younger that made him feel that he didn’t want to clean up when no one was going to visit him anyways. But now that he was here, if he could someone get close to her, either as the friends that they were in his last life time, or as something more, as the obvious hints were that he was getting from various sources, which included the Sandaime and Anko herself, then he would have to make sure that she took better care of herself, and clean up her apartment. That, or move in with him, Senna, and Naruto when they adopted the gaki. Of course, in that instance she would definitely have to exercise better mannerisms, as his clan’s ancestral home was sacred to him, and if she did anything that would hereby ruin the clan home, then he would be angry.
Seeing that said Mitarashi was curled up in front of her door, sobbing away, though looking much more composed then she had been in the ramen stand, he approached nearly silently, but knowing that she knew where he was despite his best attempts at hiding his presence. That had always been a secret pet peeve of his, as despite how good he was at hiding his presence and utilizing his stealth, Anko and his old academy teacher, Umino Iruka were quite adapt at finding him despite how much he tried to hide from them. It didn’t even matter the fact that he could fool S-class nuke-nin and criminals abound, those two just seemed to easily be able to discover his hiding places when he was trying to be stealthy. He had never figured out how they knew how to do that, either, though he had always suspected that one of them might have told the other the secret of how to spot him, but he had never found any proof over this fact.
So he wasn’t surprised to see that Anko had stopped crying as he approached, before he was standing over her, wondering what he was supposed to do. And, like on instinct he knelt down, and picked her up to place her in his arms, resting her forehead against his shoulder as he rubbed soothing circles into her back, shushing her quietly as he inwardly prayed that this would work.
“It’s okay, Anko-chan,” Kaze told her, soothing her, as he stroked gentle pictures into her back muscles, “let it all out,” and she did, crying into his shoulder with a vulnerability that he wouldn’t have suspected would have been in his once a hard lined teacher and fun loving friend. She had always seemed so… strong, and steady before. Now it was like she was just a broken child that wanted to be with her friends again.

Anko must have cried for at least an hour, feeling the need to pour out everything into the man she love’s arms, trying to instinctively display to him how greatly his mere presence affected her. He seemed all to happy to comply, as he just continued to stroke soothing circles into her back, whispering hushed, gentle words, seemingly knowing exactly what it was that she needed to help relieve some of the depression and stress that was in her mind and body.
After a lengthy while Anko’s tears finally began to slow, as they settled into a few sniffles every now and then, before she pulled herself form the man’s shoulder to look at the large wet spot in his shirt that had been created from the flow of tears that had been unleashed from her eyes. Kaze frowned, before reaching forward and pushing a stray bang out from her face that had fallen astray during her crying fit. He sighed, before stating quite plainly, “You look like shit,” and Anko mildly glared at him before shaking her head with a soft, exhausted chuckle rippling from her throat.
“Why don’t you clean up while I let Naruto and Senna in,” he said, and though Anko would have wondered who this Senna person was if she was in a better state of mind, she was far too exhausted now to think over this, and so, nodding dumbly, she headed to her bathroom, hearing Kaze open up her front door and Naruto asking what had happened to her, only for Kaze to reply that she was cleaning up as she was feeling kind of sick and needed to freshen up and take some medicine for her nausea. Anko smiled fondly at that, grateful that her old lover had enough sense not to display her moment of weakness to her “little brother” and get the boy even more worried about her. It was best the boy thought that she had only a mild case of the flu, rather than learn of the depression that she had been suffering from ever since they had known each other.
Ever since she had met him, Anko had noticed quite a few similarities between Naruto and her old lover. Like their kindness, and their sense of self-sacrifice and perseverance, and, of course, their unwillingness to hate the people that wronged them. It was to that effect that Anko had begun watching over the boy protectively, feeling an almost motherly affection to the young jinchuuriki. In fact, since the two years since she had met him, not only had the boy been helping her to get over her depression of both the “death” of her lover, Kaze, and the treachery of her sensei, Orochimaru, but she had no less tried an almost incalculable amount of times to adopt the boy as her own. But, of course, the civilian council had stopped her in her tracks every time.
She had noticed the uncanny similarities between the two blonds as they had ate at Ichiraku Ramen, something that she had noticed on several other occasions before hand. In fact, watching Naruto eat ramen before Kaze returned had been a rather painful experience for her that she had to live with as she ended up treating the boy to the food time and time again as an act of remembrance and also because Ichiraku Ramen was one of the only places in the whole village that would gladly treat the both of them, with her favorite dango stand being an exception. In fact, she was the one to introduce Naruto to ramen in the first place, as, one day when she had visited him and noticed the lack of food in his apartment as well as how obviously hungry he was, she had remembered Kaze and his brother, Minato’s, favorite place to eat, and with a note of fond desire to remember the good old times as well as treat her favorite blond gaki, she had taken him to Ichiraku to fill his belly, and they were both glad for that too, as they both found some common ground for them to build up the now infamous among the villagers brother/sister bond that they shared.
Anko would freely admit that she had an unhealthy obsession with ramen, as, over the years since Kaze’s “death” she had resorted to only eating that food, especially when depressed. She did this because she could clearly remember the times in their early relationship when they would both argue animatedly about which was better, ramen or dango, and the fights that would occur to figure out which was better. It was at these times that she remembered how Kaze would “let” her win, because he found it too “troublesome” to argue about it with her. She would remember how excited her younger self would get, as she would hall the blond idiot over to her favorite dango stand, before making him pay for her meal. And of course, how angry he would be when by the time she had finished his wallet would be significantly lighter. Ramen had a very special place in her life, and the taste of it was often times the only thing that had managed to keep her from committing suicide in the years that followed Kaze’s “death.”
She couldn’t explain in words how happy she was to know that her favorite blond idiot was alive, despite the fact that he was obviously in a relationship. But, now that she had time to think, and was relatively composed, she felt stupid for forgetting the very simple fact that as a Namikaze, and a member of a dying out clan, he had, by rites of the village of Konohagakure, the ability to enable the clan restoration act, and thus take on multiple wives, so long as at least two of his wives became pregnant with his child within five years time. She didn’t necessarily care if she had to share him with anyone, as, given the choice between giving him up to another woman, and spending the rest of her life alone, or choosing to share him and join a harem, she knew what her choice would be, any day. She still had a chance!
Entering the bathroom far happier than she had been entering her apartment earlier that day, she stopped and winced at the reflection that greeted her when she looked into the mirror. She would definitely lose any beauty contest if she were to care enough to enter one. The haggard, worn looking face that stared back at her was completely different than the beautiful woman that she had remembered being before Kaze’s “death.” Of course, she hadn’t looked at herself in the mirror in quite some time, as she hadn’t felt the need to “doll” herself up, as no man interested her like the younger brother of the Yondaime Hokage. So, she was naturally shocked to see her reflection.
Her face was almost deathly pale, and her eyes were surrounded by and thick ring of dark flesh, obviously from the many nights without sleep. Her eyes themselves were bloodshot, and her hair was wild, and untamed, sticking up in many different, odd directions even with the loose tail that she kept it in. Her cheeks were a bit hollower, and raising her shirt enough to look at her stomach, she noticed the sight of barely visible ribs, unlike the smooth, supple and lustrous skin that she had before her life got shot down the drain. She winced at her reflection, knowing that it would be awhile before she was the same woman she had been before this mess started. She’d definitely have to start taking care of herself more. But first thing first, she was going to have to do something with her red eyes, and get some of the paleness of her skin taken care of before going back out there to see her man.

Kaze, Senna, and Naruto were causally sitting on the couch and chairs in Anko’s apartment, after Kaze had summoned a few clones, to the accompaniment of a few whispered, “Sugoi” from Naruto as he watched the clones begin to fix up the place, first by getting rid of the piles of garbage, and then by starting to repair some of the holes and other damages in the walls and furniture with various equipment that Kaze unsealed from the master seal in his back. Naruto of course was salivating at the causal display of superior ninjutsu, and was begging Kaze to teach him everything that he knew now that he knew for a fact that Kaze wasn’t especially trying to hurt his “nee-chan.” Kaze just waved his hand disinterestedly, yawning tiredly.
“Sure, I’ll teach you, later, though,” said he, inwardly smirking as Naruto’s eyes lit up in surprise and glee at finally getting an answer to his question. Of course, that immediately turned into a blush of embarrassment when Senna wrapped her arms around his head, stuffing his face into her large bosom and exclaiming “kawaii” like an overactive school girl. Kaze smirked at the boy’s embarrassed blush, and knew instantly that Senna had wormed a place into the boy’s heart as being one of his “precious persons” he knew this, because if Senna had done that to him when he was Naruto’s age he would do the exact same thing.
Once things calmed down, the three just sat back and watched as the Kaze clones fixed up the place, serious expressions on their faces. Smirking in his head, Kaze created another clone, before the clone went up in a poof of smoke, alerting the other clones as to his idea. The clones all grinned, before suddenly going into song, singing the dwarven song from “Snow White and the Seven Dwarves” while working, eliciting a life from the unaware of his heritage Namikaze as he and Senna laughed together while watching the group of Kaze laugh, and sing heartily while working. It was to this sight that Anko walked into the room once more, pausing and staring at the multitude of clones singing an Disney song like mad. Finally, she shook her head and sighed.
“Do I even want to know?” she asked, and Kaze just smirked in good humor at her, as Naruto just clapped along with the song.
Finally, the clones finished their singing, before humming slowly as they worked, while Anko took a seat onto the couch next to Naruto, the boy looking to her in surprise, before a look of worry crossed his face as he muttered, “Nee-chan?” and Anko just smiled, ruffling the boy’s hair to his annoyance.
“It’s okay gaki… I’m fine now… I just got a little sick because of something that I ate, but I’m fine now… I took some medicine to clear up the nausea, so you don’t have to worry about me suddenly puking on you,” and she suddenly made a face as if she was going to barf, causing the boy to back peddle, before she erupted into laughter as the boy pouted.
“Not funny, nee-chan!” the boy whined, and Kaze and Senna laughed quietly at this, before the boy joined in as the whole group laughed.
Naruto leaned up against Anko, placing his head against her shoulder, while yawning sleepily. Anko ran her hand through the boy’s blond hair, smiling fondly. Watching the two were Senna and Kaze, both obviously pleased with the obvious affection that the snake mistress felt for the younger Namikaze. Kaze could clearly see the differences in her appearance than what she looked like before going into the bathroom.
Before she went into the bathroom she looked like the weight of the world was on her shoulders, her shoulders slumped in depression, and a smile never gracing her lips. In actuality, she had looked like the Anko from his world, only about twenty years older. Now, though, she still may have looked older, but a majority of that depression, stress, and apparent age had vanished, and she had reclaimed the majority of her youth again. The bags around her eyes had lightened somewhat, though merely because of the stress being relieved, and her skin was much healthier looking then it had been. She was still as thin as she had been before she entered the bathroom, but he knew that she’d be like that until she could pack on a few pounds by eating regularly. All and all, it seemed that she had returned to being the woman that he knew her to be, the confident, tough as nails, fun loving woman that had been a dear friend to him even when his world had been collapsing around his shoulders, until her very death. He was glad to see her finally returning to being the woman he knew her as.
They sat in silence, each feeling relief, and a sense of hope settle within their hearts, before they heard light snoring fill the room. Looking to the boy perched on Anko’s shoulder; the three adults in the room could see that the young blond gaki had fallen asleep against the jounin’s shoulder, something that increased the fond smile on the Mitarashi face. The almost motherly way that she brushed the boy’s blond bangs out of his face, before leaning down to kiss his forehead, made Kaze pause as a thought occurred to him… what was the connection between his alternate self and the snake mistress? He had heard the boy call her nee-chan plenty enough times since meeting the two, but the way she acted around him, it was more like a mother would to her child then an older sister to her little brother… could she really love Naruto like that? It had never occurred to him that Anko was capable of being a responsible, loving mother, but seeing her like this, well, it made him doubt some of his earlier misconceptions of the woman.
Anko in his old world had told him plenty enough times that it was more like preaching then an admittance that she didn’t want children and never would. She had explained to him quite plainly that she didn’t think that she would be a good mother, and she admitted to him that she was afraid that the villagers would push their hate of her onto her child, as they still hated her for being the student of the traitor Orochimaru. Kaze had agreed with her, and he himself wouldn’t have thought about having kids with Senna, or as she was known then, Hinata, if not for the fact that the villagers looked up to him as a hero by then. He was sure that if the village had continued to hate him then he would have never contemplated having a family.
Anko had had his sympathies for quite some time, but never his pity. In the snake user he had felt a sense of comradeship, and, after Hinata’s death he had felt that it may have been possible for something to start between them, but they had never tried to start a relationship as she felt that she, herself, couldn’t find it within her to love another person. He had respected her reasons, as he knew that with people like them who had been abused and slandered by society, that it was quite difficult for someone like them to open their hearts to just anyone. But it still hurt when the Mitarashi had died fighting Kabuto with Gai. Of course, both the Konohagakure jounin had managed to kill the traitorous med-nin with Orochimaru’s cells implanted within his body, but it had cost them their lives. Of course, a funeral had been held for them by all of Konohagakure, and the villagers grudgingly respected the fact that she had died wiping out a threat to Konohagakure, and therefore was a hero. Kaze had felt that it was a odd twist of irony that Anko would find acceptance in the villagers’ hearts upon her death, when she hadn’t had it in life.
Brining himself from his thoughts just in time watch as Anko turned her head from Naruto’s sleeping face to stare at him, the young Mitarashi directed a question to him.
“I’ve… heard that you lost your memories because of your wounds from… back then,” she said, clearly not wanting to discuss the mission in which she thought him lost to the world, “but I didn’t believe them… have you really forgotten who I am… about… us?” she asked, making vague gestures with her hands to the two of them. Kaze nodded, with a frown on his face as he answered her honestly, or as honestly as he could be.
“I have no memory of the life I lived before I awoke from my coma… or of the people that I shared my heart with,” he said, looking to her apologetically. An expression of pain crossed Anko’s face, before settling into a mask of impassiveness, and nodding her head quietly. Then she went back to running her hands through Naruto’s spiky blond hair, obviously pained by their discussion.
“And her?” she asked, flicking her eyes over to Senna, who smiled sadly at her, knowing somewhat how hard it was for the snake mistress to see the man she love with another woman. Senna herself had experienced it in the earlier years of her genin career as she watched the man that she loved pane for a girl that held no interest in him, and Hinata had pretty much accepted that she wouldn’t have him. However, she was proven wrong when Naruto and she had finally started a relationship, and happiness, too, for the short time that they were together. She could see the obvious signs of love that Anko held for her hubby. Senna herself was already thinking of extending an offer for the young Mitarashi to join her as her “sister” and another of her love’s lovers. Besides, it wouldn’t be so bad for Senna, as Anko was very beautiful, even with what the stresses of her life had done to her body, so, while Kaze was busy with his other lovers, Senna and Anko would be able to have some “fun,” or so she hoped.
Kaze felt something pass through the air, coming from Senna. It settled into the back of his mind, and studying upon the feeling he was surprised to see that it resembled a sense of arousal and excitement. He glanced to Senna worriedly, to see that she was looking to Anko almost hungrily, and he sighed, almost instantly knowing what was going through the Hyuuga-turned-Namikaze’s mind. He knew what his next actions were going to be, and when Senna flicked her eyes over to her lover, he caught the look on her face, letting him know that she had already decided their next course of action whether he liked it or not.
“How about I take this little fellow home?” she said, smiling gently. Anko looked to him questioningly, and he nodded, urging her to let Senna take the child, as, technically speaking, he was probably as safe as he could possibly be with his wife watching over him. Of course, anyone would be with the Juubi standing guard over them. He smiled comfortingly to Anko, letting her know that she could trust his newly wedded wife, and the snake mistress hesitated for only a few moments before nodding and passing the child over to Senna, who took the boy from Anko’s embrace, letting him place his head against her shoulder as she cradled him fondly, a motherly smile of her own on her face.
Anko gave Senna directions to the boy’s apartment, though Senna already knew this, before growling dangerously and saying, “If anything happens to him,” and leaving the end part off as she let the once a Hyuuga ponder over what she would do to her if something were to happen to the young Namikaze. Senna nodded, knowing that nothing was more dangerous then a mother protecting their child, and knew that if something were to happen to Naruto while on her watch then she’d have the full force of a raging Mitarashi on her tail, and come hell or high water Anko would have her revenge, one way or the other.
Senna left the two of them there, in Anko’s apartment, as the clones finished up the last of the repairs, before sealing away the last of the supplies into the original’s master seal once more, causing the man to grunt in annoyance. With the way the master seal worked, it turned his whole body into a seal that could place an infinite amount of things into the seal with an infinite amount of weight. And with the way it worked, the thing that needed to be sealed only had to be pressed into any part of his skin, before he pushed chakra into that spot, while “willing” the item in question to be sealed. It was actually far more complicated then he made it seem, but that was how it worked, basically.
Anko stared at him in the quiet of the apartment, her eyebrow raised, before she asked, “Well?” and he paused, before replying.
“What?” she shook her head, sighing.
“Who is she?” she asked, and Kaze’s mouth opened into an “O” as he mumbled his surprise. Then he frowned, and shook his head.
“She… she’s my wife,” he said, not knowing how she would take this information. But he was surprised when she barely reacted, the only thing displaying her surprise being the slight fractional increase in the width of her eyes.
“I… see…” she said, after a moment’s pause. Then she shook her head, smiling gently, “I’m happy for you two,” she said, with barely repressed sorrow in her voice. Kaze frowned, before getting up from the chair he was on and taking a seat on the couch next to her, noticing how she shifted uncomfortably, as she was obviously restraining herself jumping him.
“Is something wrong, Anko-chan?” he asked, noticing as a shiver went down her spine from the sound of his voice, causing him to frown worriedly. She looked away, biting her lip, before beginning to explain what was bothering her.
“Well… I had already figured out that you two were obviously close, but, I didn’t actually think that she would be your wife… I guess I’m just a little shock,” she said, with her eyes held into a nearly tearful stare at her coffee table. She nearly jumped when she felt Kaze’s hand tenderly touch her shoulder, his fingers beginning to smoothly work their way into her shoulder.
“I’m sorry about everything that’s happened, you obviously were hoping that we could go back to the way we were, but we can’t,” he told her, she nodded, sadly, before smiling softly.
“I know, but there still is always a chance that there could be something between us,” she told him, and Kaze blinked, wondering what she meant, and she just shook her head at this naiveté, “didn’t the Sandaime mention this while you were talking to him? As the last of your clan you have the right to enact the clan restoration act, which basically gives you the right to practice polygamy,” she explained. Kaze frowned, and nodded.
“He mentioned something about a CRA, but I didn’t really think much of it,” then his eyes widened as he processed what she said, “WHAT!” he exclaimed, and she laughed at his shocked tone.
“That’s right… you can take on multiple wives,” then she sighed in remembrance, shaking her head, “You and your brother had the same reaction when the Sandaime explained this fact to you two when you turned thirteen. But Minato refused to take on more than one wife, and you were slightly hesitant to do so, either…” she sighed sadly, “I… don’t really mind if I have to share you… given the choice between spending the rest of my days without you by my side, or having to share your love with another woman or even women, I think it’s a small price to pay for the love and happiness that we can achieve,” at her words something panged inside him, a sense of some deep emotion that existed outside of the physical and entered the spiritual. He was overcome with the desire to hold her and sing song to her, and worship her as the woman and goddess that she was. In the end he settled for wrapping her in his arms, feeling her stiffen for a moment before slowly melting into his embrace as she got comfortable wrapping her arms around him and burying her head into his shoulder.
“You really mean that?” questioned Kaze softly, and Anko nodded into his shoulder, sniffling slightly, before looking up at him with a watery smile on her face.
“Yes,” she said, before placing a hand onto his cheek and running her fingers through the curls of his dark beard and feeling the familiar whisker marks on his cheeks. She smiled when she saw him close his eyes and lean his cheek into her hand, pleased with the sensations, “Kaze-kun, we grew up together. You supported me through my whole apprenticeship with Orochimaru, and we even went into the chuunin exams together. You’ve said my life more times then I can account, and you’ve shown me love that no other man can hope to show me… even if you don’t remember the happiness we shared together I remember it as if it happened yesterday. No matter if you have forgotten everything about me, and no longer share your love for me, I’ll continue to love you to the end of time,” she confessed. Kaze opened his eyes to stare at her in shock.
“Anko-chan,” he began to say only to find her lips placed gently against his own, as she gave into her desire to show him her affections. Kaze paused for a few moments, before closing his eyes and giving into the sensations as he leaned into her lips, pushing the depths of his own emotions into her flesh as he tried to confess through action all that had been plaguing him since meeting her.
Anko moaned when he pushed her back against the couch, his larger frame nearly overshadowing her completely, as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and pulled him deeper into their kiss, nipping at his bottom lip to get him to open up and accept her. He did as she wanted, and instantly she dove her tongue into his mouth, running it happily along the length of his other organ, feeling him shiver when she ran her tongue across one of his elongated canines that she had wanted to run her tongue along for the last seven years since his “death.” Finally being able to do so made her head feel light as she happily continued to delve into his mouth, trying to literally pour her soul into his own.
Finally, after several minutes of constant kissing, they both pulled back to breath, panting heavily as they tried to jump start their brains. It was difficult to think for the both of them, and Anko was sorely tempted to just head back into another kiss, but she didn’t know how he would take her advances. Finally, she settled for kissing his shoulder, and feeling him shiver at the sensations her mouth brushed forth.
In reply to her actions Kaze began to rub his hand against her stomach that was exposed because of the fact that her shirt had hiked up during their “episode” allowing him a free view of the flesh underneath the shirt. Anko shivered when she felt one of his fingers ghost across one of her barely visible ribs, and tried to hide from his eyes as he looked to her in sympathy.
“You haven’t been eating, have you?” he asked, and she buried her face into his shoulder to hide her embarrassment as she nodded her head. Kaze sighed, before kissing her forehead directly on her hair line, feeling her shiver again at the action. “Don’t worry, it doesn’t bother me,” he told her, gently, “You are still Anko-chan to me,” Anko shivered when she felt his warm breath brush against her ear. She nodded her head, feeling comforted by his admittance.
Kaze continued to absently stroke her stomach, tracing little designs into her flesh, as she tried to ignore how his touches were igniting a fire in her that she hadn’t felt in seven years. When his lips brushed against her ear, hitting one of her most secretive pleasure spots, she shuddered against him, causing him to look at her in worry.
“It’s okay,” she told him, taking a moment to catch her breath, “I’m just having trouble controlling myself,” she admitted. Kaze smirked, and shook his head.
“Then don’t,” he told her, and she looked at him for confirmation of what he had just said, before she had pushed him off of her, forcing him to lie back on the couch as she took up position to straddle him, kissing and sucking heartily at his shoulders. While she did this her fingers brushed vigorously against pleasure spots on his body that only Senna knew about, as she was obviously very comfortable with his body. Before he knew it he had a raging hard on that pressed pleasantly against her inner thighs, causing the light blush on her face to increase in depth and color, as she moaned passionately while grinding her clothed sex against his own. Kaze had to place his hands onto her waist to steady her when, through her vigorous rubbing, she suddenly snapped straight and released a silent scream. Then she placed her head onto his chest, breathing heavily.
“Hey,” said Kaze, gently, “you okay?” he asked with worry evident in his voice. Anko just laughed, kissing his chest, before looking up at him with smoky eyes.
“Yeah…” she said, panting slightly, “it’s just been a while since I’ve had sexual relief,” she told him, and Kaze raised an eyebrow at her admittance, as she stuck her tongue out at him. He smiled, shook his head, and began pushing himself up, Anko not resisting as she rose up with him.
“Maybe we should take this to the bedroom?” he asked, and Anko nodded eagerly, hopping to her feet before dashing off down the hallway that was past her kitchen. Kaze just shook his head, and followed the eager woman into her room, only to stop as he saw the sight that waited for him on her bed.
There, lying on her bed, with the majority of her clothing missing, was Anko, wearing only her panties, bra, and a pair of fishnet leggings. Shaking his head, Kaze glanced around her room, frowning in annoyance at the mess she lived in.
Well, it wasn’t so bad. Majorly, the only problem that he could really see was the assortment of clothes strewn across the floor and over chairs. Other than that the room was surprisingly clean and sparse. Moving his attention back to Anko, he could see that she was eagerly waiting for him, a large smile on her face. Kaze just shook his head, before beginning to undo his vest.
When he had undone his vest he ripped it off of his body, before beginning to pull his shirt off from over his head. As he did this Anko crawled over to him, very much like a cat about to pounce on their prey, before, when she shirt had been pulled off he found her immediately touching his revealed skin, her hands gliding smoothly over his hard muscles, smirking when he hissed when her hands worked away a knot in his shoulders. Then she pulled him into a kiss, before pulling away and going down his body, to slowly unbutton and unzip his pants, looking to him pointedly as she got him to take his pants off, while kicking his sandals across his floor. Soon they were both only within their underwear, as she pulled him down to the bed, instantly attacking his mouth with her own, kissing and nipping at his skin, enjoying his moans as she relived some of their more heated exchanges in the back of her mind, remembering all the spots on his body that sent him wild.
Soon she had found her way to his waist line, and with a glance to his face to see that he had his eyes close in anticipation, she hooked her finger’s into the waist line of his pants, and with his help she slowly pulled them off of him, freeing the erection that had been straining underneath his clothes to her eyes. In appreciation of the familiar length she slowly grasped it, stroking it gently, and hearing him hiss in pleasure at her touch. She smiled, and opened her mouth, flicking her tongue over the tip, to his pleasure.
Pushing a stray hair behind her ear, Anko opened her mouth, before accepting his warm tool into her mouth, quickly re-familiarizing herself to his particular length. Truth be told she had fantasized about sucking on this particular manhood again for a long time, just from the simple fact that it was his. So she happily began to go down on him, bobbing up and down on him at a rhythm that they were both comfortable with. Anko was a little afraid that she may have been out of practice, but that seemed not to be the case as Kaze seemed all to happy to let her continue with what she was doing. She was secretly glad for this, because it meant that she could still pleasure her man to the same level of skill and ability that he had appreciated before his “death.”
She closed her eyes and tried to memorize his unique taste, something that had always been a favorite of hers, while she continued to practically devour his length into her orifice. Pausing to take him out of her mouth she flicked her tongue over the tip while pumping his length with her hands, letting one travel down to grope his sack as she knew that that was one of the quickest ways to excite him. And it seemed that his lack of memories didn’t change this fact, as he seemed almost too happy to let her fingers trail over his sensitive reproductive organ.
Finally she couldn’t take any more. Having him like his, now, alive, willing, and most importantly ready, she need him inside her. After going seven years without his comfort and love, she needed to feel that familiar connection between them that she had shared with him and him alone for their entire lives. Yes, that was right, Anko had lost her virginity to this very man, the man that had claimed her heart long ago, and that she thought she had lost for seven years. Now that they were back together she couldn’t help but give into her pent up frustrations, and look for relief.
Pushing him further across the bed, she removed the last of her clothing, and crawled over him, throwing a leg over his lap to rest neck to his waist, before standing up his hard erection and cautiously sitting down on it. She was being cautious as she hadn’t had sex ever since they had last been together, and as such her inner muscles were quite unused to the sensations of being intimate with someone. As such, she had to bite her lip as she sunk down onto his length, feeling his almost too big male hood push deeply into her nearly too tight sheath. It was slightly uncomfortable, but when she had settled to the base and breathed a sigh of relief, the majority of the uncomfortable feeling had nearly completely been washed away as she slowly rose only to go back down again at a slow pace, still too cautious to go any faster.
Placing his hands onto her hips and pushing his head between her heaving breasts Kaze moaned passionately while trying to contain his lusts as he didn’t want to go any faster or harder than what Anko was ready for. From the sheer tightness of her sex on him he could tell that she hadn’t had any sex since his “death” as she was even tighter then Senna had been when they had sex after meeting each other again. This was largely due to the fact that he and Hinata had had sex nearly constantly in their old life, and due to the fact that she had died, and was reborn the exact same way as she had been prior to her “death” well, that meant that despite the fact that they hadn’t had had sex in years she was still exactly the same as she had been before her death. Whereas Anko hadn’t had sex in seven years and her body hadn’t been thrown into suspended animation, thus, allowing her sex to tighten up once more.
They rocked together slowly, trying to familiarize themselves with each others’ bodies once again or in Kaze’s case for the first time, while moaning in pleasure with each move that they made. Kaze’s hands guided her down on him where he needed her, his fingers clenching and unclenching tightly on her skin as he felt her rise and fall onto him. He was nearly comatose in pleasure, but resisted the pull of his sex, and instead decided to start treating her to some of the sexual techniques that he had developed with Senna, that, though pleasurable, were nowhere near the level of ability that they would be if they were to be used by a Hyuuga.
Channeling chakra into his sexual organ, he began releasing it through his tenketsu points within the heated length directly into the tenketsu of her own sex, causing a noticeable increase in the appreciative sounds that she was making. As he did this he lightly nipped at one of the nipples by his face, channeling some chakra into his mouth and releasing it when he made contact with her flesh. She seemed all the happy to let him continue, so he worked against her, bringing her ever closer and closer to the release that she had been fighting for since they began this romp.
Suddenly, her back snapped straight as she screamed loudly her joy to the world, her sheath clenching spastically around his own sex, trying to milk his love out of him complete. Almost on instinct Kaze felt a wave of arousal and pleasure wash over him, before he suddenly jerked towards her, his teeth clamping into her shoulder tight enough to draw blood, and furthering the intensity of her orgasm through the injection of youki into her body, as well as the eruption of his lust deep inside her, the seed trying its very best to impregnate her.
They stayed like that for quite a while, with Kaze’s mouth clamped around her neck, his breath washing over her tender, newly healed skin, before he pulled back to see that, yes, the same swirl like silver-white tattoo marking that had been on the shoulders of his other mates when he had marked them was there, as well. Furthermore, when he looked to Anko he could see that through her partially opened eyes that the iris of her eyes had turned a striking golden-yellow color, before her eyes returned to normal.
“What…” panted Anko, looking exhausted, “was that?” she asked. They heard a giggle at the edge of the bed, before they both turned their attention to the edge to see Senna perched their, a large wicked smile on her face.
“Welcome to the family, Anko-chan,” said Kaze’s other mate, winking to the other woman, before turning to Kaze, “Now… love, I think it’s time you let me have a turn…”
Yes, Kaze would admit freely, he was a damn lucky guy…

Kaze pulled away from Anko, moving to the head end of the bed and watching as Senna slowly crawled onto the bed with an intensely predatory smirk on her face. But before anything could happen, Anko questioned, “What about Naruto?” and Senna just grinned.
She crawled the rest of the way to the other woman, and on top of her, Senna explained, “I left two shadow clones with him to make sure he’s safe. If they are to be attacked and it’s more than they can handle, one of them will unsummon herself allowing me to know if there is any danger… but enough of that,” and to the shock of Anko she found the Hyuuga-turned-Namikaze kissing her fully on the lips, her lips demanding, unyielding, while her hands went up to cup and fondle the other woman’s breasts. It was only a few moments later that Anko gave into the sensations and closed her eyes and began responding to the other woman’s attentions, her arms wrapping around the other woman’s head and pulling her deeper into a kiss.
Senna removed her hands from the other woman’s breasts, and let their chests connect, her far bigger tits squishing pleasantly against the other woman’s, pink nipples rubbing against dark ones, to the enjoyment of Kaze who watched them with growing arousal, absently stroking his erection as he watched the two women pleasure each other.
Senna pulled away from the other woman, licking her cheek happily before kissing a path down the other woman’s body and lapping at her tits hungrily, sucking on her dark nipples like a newborn baby while pinching and pulling at the other one with her hands fingers. To answer the pleasure being given to her, Anko placed her arms around the other woman’s head, forcing her face deeper into her bust and forcing her dark nipple further into the woman’s mouth. Senna was all too happy to reply, as she began to suck heartily on the nipple with gusto, almost wishing that some milk would be released by the abused teat, before continuing on with haste.
Senna ran her other hand gently against the other woman’s barely visible ribcage, feeling as Anko shivered delighted at the sensation. Senna smirked into the breast she was suckling on, before pulling away with a smacking of lips. She grinned up at Anko who looked down at her after feeling her stop her pleasurable teasing of her body, and saw the deeply aroused and wicked little smirk on the lavender eyed woman’s face, before Senna stuck out her tongue and began trailing down the other woman’s body, her tongue running gently across the purple haired woman’s skin, leaving a trail of saliva to coat her skin; but when she got to the woman’s waist line she pulled away, hearing Anko whimper in need, before kissing the woman’s thighs tenderly, grinning wickedly up at her.
“Tell me what you want, love,” said Senna, growling into the woman’s thighs as she licked, sucked, and kissed everywhere but her most heated and needy of all places. Anko whimpered, biting her lip, trying to refuse from saying what her body craved, but when Senna ran the barest touch of the tip of her index finger against her outer lips, before pulling back, sending little jolts of pleasure rippling through her body, Anko couldn’t help but give in.
“Please,” pleaded Anko, urgently, looking down to the other woman with passion in her eyes, “I need you…” but she couldn’t finish as Senna flicked her fingers across the outer lips gently, too gently too get any real pleasure out of it, but enough to urge the need in her to higher heights.
“What was that?” asked Senna, grinning widely, “I couldn’t quite hear you? You are going to have to speak louder than that?” and Anko blushed, feeling embarrassed about what she was about to do.
“Please,” said Anko, biting her lip, “I NEED YOU TO EAT ME!! I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME WITH YOUR TONGUE!! I NEED TO FEEL YOU PLAY WITH ME AND ABUSE ME LIKE YOUR LITTLE WHORE!!” she pleaded, before silently crying at finally admitting it. Senna smiled, before kissing her thigh.
“That’s better,” said the Hyuuga-now-Namikaze, before planting a light kiss onto the Mitarashi’s outer lips, before attacking her flower with gusto.
Kaze was surprised at the subservient way Anko submitted to Senna, easily. He had always imagined that since Anko was the one to teach Senna everything that she knew about sex then it would have been Anko that would have been the dominatrix in their relationship. But from the way Anko easily submitted to his wife, he knew for a fact that it wasn’t Anko that taught his wife everything she knew about sex, but someone else… but the question was… who?
Anko was happily rocking her hips into Senna’s face, head thrown back, eyes glazed with lust, and face red as a tomato, as she continued to plead with Senna to eat her out more and more. Senna reacted to this by grasping the other woman’s thighs with her hands, holding her legs apart as she slithered her tongue in and out of the other woman’s folds with a passion that should have only been possible for a man. Suddenly, Senna latched tightly onto Anko’s lips, using one of her hands to spread the outer lips apart, as she sucked heartedly on the swollen flower, sucking the juices that he had left behind in Anko’s sheath right out of her. The sight was immensely erotic, and Kaze went right back to stroking himself after his lapse of attention to his own needs.
Anko was crying out euphorically, rubbing at her own breasts and her swollen nipples, while Senna continued to eat her out with an ease and expertness that should have been considered unholy. Suddenly, the snake charmer through her head back and screamed loudly, and her toes curled tightly together as she arched her back into the air. Kaze felt his mouth dry at seeing his newest mate suffer an orgasm caused by his wife. It was admittedly hot, he didn’t mind saying.
Finally Anko came back down to the bed, panting and rubbing at her breasts while Senna kissed and licked the remainder of the other woman’s juices from around her pussy, before, with a teasing grin, she pushed two fingers into the snake mistress’s still recovering pussy, getting a tired moan from the woman.
“Ugh…” panted Anko, looking down to see Senna patiently sawing her fingers in and out of the woman, before looking up and giving another grin, “I’m too tired to continue,” she said, panting in exhaustion. Senna smiled wickedly, and flopped onto her back, her large tits jiggling from the movement.
“But I’m not done,” whined the Juubi, before smacking her thighs, “if you want to rest, then fine, but at least come here and show me that you are as good a slut for a girl as you are for my hubby,” Kaze shook his head at Senna’s dirty talk, but Anko didn’t seem to mind all that much as she picked herself up before approaching Senna.
Hesitantly, Anko extended her tongue out, flicking it across the other woman’s clit, causing Senna to jerk her head back, eyes shut, as a loud moan spilled into the room. Somewhat heartened by the reaction, the purple haired jounin leaned further in, and started lapping gently at the other woman’s moistened flower, soon getting into the motions as she pushed into her cunt with her mouth, tongue diving deeply into the other woman, while her nose rubbed against the lavender eyed woman’s clit. In appreciation of the other woman’s abilities, Senna placed a hand onto her head, urging her to continue.
Anko really started to get into it as she placed a hand onto the other woman’s thighs, holding her steady, while the other joined in of pleasing her cunny. Sometimes Anko would suck heartily on the woman that had been known as Hinata in another life’s outer lips, while other times she would push the very tips of her fingers into the banished member of the Hyuuga clan’s lips, feeling her moistness and tightest. Then, without warning, Anko stuff her index and middle finger into Senna all the way to the knuckle, as Senna to shudder from the feeling. Then she immediately pulled her fingers out, before attacking the other woman’s sex again with her mouth once more.
Kaze watched with a growing sense of fascination, his hand working away at his cock while his eyes were locked onto both women as Anko pleased his wife. He was mildly disappointed that he couldn’t join in with them, as Senna had said quite clearly that this was to be “her” turn, and thus he wouldn’t interfere, but it was taking all of his concentration to not stuff his cock up Anko’s waiting cunt while she ate his wife away like a good little bitch.
Then he noticed the unmistakable signs of Senna approaching her orgasm, as her chest was heaving quite haggardly, and her face was flushed, eyes dialited in pleasure. It was when Anko proceeded to stuff her fingers still slick from being pumped up Senna’s pussy into her anal hole that caused his wife to go toppling over her limits with a cry to the heavens, falling back to the bed with her hips thrust into the air against Anko’s mouth.
Anko took this in stride, slurping up his wife’s nectar-like come while she pumped her fingers in and out of the other woman’s anus, to his pleasure. In fact, the sight of watching his wife coming down from her orgasm as Anko continued to pumping her fingers up her anal star while slurping at her flower happily was almost too much for him to bear. He was close and he knew it.
But before that could happen, Senna, as if she could sense is rising approach to climax, opened her eyes and flicked her lavender eyes to him, obviously seeing the signs that he was close. Pushing Anko off of her, she led the Mitarashi by the hand as the two of them crawled erotically towards him, which in turned caused him to stop his excited pumps on his member as she watched the two women approach him.
“You weren’t going to finish without us, were you?” smirked Senna, her massive bust thrust out as she took up one side of him.
“Well,” said Kaze, but was stopped when Anko spoke.
“That’s really not fair,” said the Mitarashi with a pout on her face, “Senna got to taste your come when she sucked it out of me, but I haven’t… how could you be so mean?” he sweat dropped at the childish tone in his voice, but stopped when he felt Senna pull up beside him, pressing her massive breasts into his shoulder while leaning to place her lips by his ear.
“We’ll take good care of you, Kaze-koi,” she told him, before sending a meaningful glance to Anko, who seemed to have translated what they were to do, despite Kaze not seeing how it was exactly possible that they could, as the two women took up either side of him, Senna to his right and Anko to his left. They were both looking at his cock with hungry stares on their faces, before they both smirked and leaned inwards.
All thought process escaped Kaze’s minds as he felt both women’s larger then average sized breasts squeeze tightly around his erection, the two women moaning as their nipples pressed into each other, his cock positioned in between their massive tits as the two looked down on it. He was going to say something, probably a smart remark, but that died in his throat as both women began moving, their breasts rubbing up and down on his length with an almost frenzied like rate.
Kaze threw his head back, eyes clenched tight, trying to last through this pleasurable onslaught, before he felt Senna take the head of his penis into her warm mouth, sucking on it firmly, before removing her mouth from his head and going back to titty-fucking him with her “sister.” But, when he felt Anko copy her, leaning in and sucking on his head with more passion and heart then he would have thought possible for the snake charmer in his previous life, all thoughts of holding himself back were abandoned as his cock twitched in between the two women’s bountiful breasts, before spraying his liquid white nova into Anko’s eagerly awaiting mouth as she gulped down his essence as if it was the sweetest drink that he could have given her.
Finally spent for the moment, and all three of them satisfied for now, the two women pulled away from him, letting his penis pull free from between their much too soft breasts, as they each laid back onto the bed on each side of him, placing their heads onto his shoulders and giving sighs of content.
“Oh yeah,” said Anko, with a giggle rising into her throat, “definitely worth sharing,” she said, before glancing to Senna over her shoulder, to see the other woman with a smile on her face.
“If you thought that sex with just us was awesome,” said Senna, with a happy giggle rising as well, “wait until you meet his other mates, and get to experience his ‘gangbang no jutsu’,” she told the other woman with a wink. Anko hummed in thought, before glancing to the man with a coy smile on her face.
“I can’t wait…”

To Be Continued…

(AN: Well, there’s the fourth chapter, completely uncensored. And not only did Kaze get titty-fucked, but he got titty-fucked by TWO girls! Sweetness, all right… one of my favorite lemons to date, though that’s just me…)
(AN: Anyways, drop a review, pepes, as despite the fact that I don’t have a back ache today, your reviews are what inspire me to write more. I simply just don’t have the same level of energy to write these lengthy chapters when I only get a few reviews. The more I get, the more encouraged I am to write more!)
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