Inner Sanctum

Oh dear... it seems I have created a monster... It seems there are lots of bloody-minded people here... and here I was thinking of allowing Sakura and Ino to be forgiven by Naruto instead of they being punished...oh, well that's an idea for later...

Here is the new chapter... Oh, and by the way... before, Ino's cousin was only inside Naruto's dreams. They only met that time when he was young, but Iruka made sure to send him to jail. Naruto and Sasuke are not in this chapter... expect to see them around later... ok?

Remember to review and I will update faster, ne? *hands out cookies* On with this chapter... I hope you enjoy...

Interlude


“Sakura-chaaaaaan!” The green spandex-wearing figure yelled near her ear, making her start and release the empty tray. The metal tray clanged angrily upon contact with the floor, its contents spreading all over Konoha hospital’s hallway.

“Damn it Lee! How many times do I have to tell you not to stalk me?” Sakura screeched as she turned on him, her heart lodged in her throat.

“But my beautiful flower, I’ve been calling you for the longest time and you were somehow distracted! It was as if you were very far away!” he pouted, drawing his eyebrows close.

“Give a woman space, Rock Lee! I know we said we’d go out and all but you’ve been here all week long! Please!” she grimaced, a powerful headache starting to build behind her eyes. Lifting her hand she attempted to massage it away, pressing on her temples.

“Let me help!” he said as bent to quickly pick up the contents of her tray. Thankfully there was nothing breakable on it, since it was just the remaining materials from the latest chakra based experiment. She was returning it into the supply room when Lee had ambushed her.

“Sakura-chan… I understand. Your feminine sensibilities are unable to stand prolonged contact with the vitality of my youth given your exhausting profession. I don’t want to interrupt your day so… I’ll take myself elsewhere… I know! I will go visit Naruto for a while. We need to talk, he’s been acting weird recently and he is a precious friend, a perfect example of the vitality of youth!” he babbled on and on; making Sakura’s head throb.

‘Shut the fuck up, you imbecile twerp!’ she thought angrily, with half a mind to leave him alone, where he stood prattling away in the middle of the hallway until Naruto’s name came into the conversation. Nervousness filled her spirit and she chose to give in.

“Um… Lee? I think you are right, you know? I have been a very bad girlfriend. Forgive me. I mean… I’ve been very busy and all, but surely I can make time to at least have lunch with you, ne?” she smiled tightly, pushing herself against the thin man, digging inside her soul for enough sincerity not to clue him in of her real thoughts.

Lee may appear stupid and dense sometimes, but be it by coincidence or sheer stroke of genius he usually got the situation head on. She cursed inwardly as she offered a sickly smile.

“Great! Then, let’s go Sakura-chan! I discovered this great place selling the best curried Kappa in all Konoha! It’s guaranteed to make hair grow on your chest; very strong and energetic! It’s perfect to get your strength and vitality up and running!” He continued blithely, pulling on a reluctant Sakura’s arm.

‘Ino… This is all, your fault! You are so going to pay for this!’ Sakura wailed inside as she was quickly taken away under the ‘tender care’ of her new boyfriend. She grumbled thinking of the reason why she was subjecting herself to his foolish antics. Only a few days after showing Naruto his ‘worth’, Ino had insisted she accept Lee’s dating proposal.

“We need to distract their attention, dummy! You get working on Lee and I will allow Kiba to bed me. After all, he’s been hankering to do so and the fox only whetted my appetite. If we both have love interests, it means we’ve gotten over Sasuke. We both know that’s impossible, but they don’t. You’ll see they’ll never suspect us!” She’d meant to argue but it was no use. Once Ino made up her mind, she was nothing if not stubborn.

Then again, Ino’s stubborn resolve was directly opposed to Naruto’s. He was famous for his own brand of hardheadedness and it showed in their results. Two weeks ago, they’d left him bleeding, shamed and alone, with a sharp kunai beside his head. They were elated then, congratulating each other on a job well done. They waited for news as they returned to their every day lives, fully expecting him to take the ‘honorable’ way out and kill himself.

‘We certainly shoveled enough shame, hurt and pain to drive anybody to suicide.’ She thought with a satisfied smile. Ino had thought it would be more believable if the fox killed itself in a fit of despondence.

“If we break his spirit, he will shatter like glass and kill himself.” She had said with a wicked smile on her red lips. Contrary to Ino’s beliefs, Naruto had chosen to cling to life with unparalleled tenacity. Sakura knew it was to be expected and had tried to dissuade Ino from her plans. She knew Naruto quite well, since she’d been near the damned fox for most of her life. That stupid animal didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘defeat’. And that brought her in a full circle to this whole fiasco once again.

‘The only good thing to come out of the whole fiasco is that now he refuses to be near Sasuke. It’s almost funny the way he scrams whenever he sees Sasuke-chan!’ she sobered with a frown, stumbling on an unseen rock. Narrowing her eyes, she glared at the green back dragging her along. ‘Heck, the idiot now hides from everybody. He’s always jumping from his own shadow.’ Wondering why she hadn’t seen him lately, she felt anxiety start to cloud her reasoning. Her hands sweated a little and she felt Lee press her hand reassuringly.

“We’re getting there Sakura-chan! Never fear!” he continued his monologue while she turned inwards.

Mumbling a garbled reply, she just followed Lee’s dictates. She hadn’t been able to talk to the accursed blonde, let alone warn him against talking for this reason. He was always hiding, always spooky. People came from all over the place to her to ask her about his new attitude of his and she dissembled saying she didn’t know anything to be wrong.

‘They expect me to know his every problem? What am I, his mother? Fuck them!’ she hissed angrily as they stopped before a weird-looking cafeteria. It was a far cry from Ichiraku’s Ramen and way more expensive. Still, she didn’t trust Lee’s taste.

‘At the very least, ramen is something I’m familiar with. Why is it that I am always being reminded of that annoying creature? This is no good.’ She thought with annoyance as she made her way inside the cramped diner. ‘I must talk to Ino. This is not working. If she wants to keep the green-spandex freak entertained, then she can keep him. I want the dog-loving one, at least he has potential…’ she mused with a small smile.

***Tsunade’s office***

“Tsunade. Long time no see!” a cheerfully perverted Jiraiya made his way towards the blonde standing near the window. His hands wrapped around the lithe figure, finally able to cop a feel. He smirked in triumph, appreciating the Hokage’s still firm curves as they defied gravity. ‘This has to be jutsu-based. Nothing can defy gravity for so long!’ he thought hungrily as drool started to slide past his lips.

“Jiraiya-san. I would appreciate it if you let go of my breasts before I take my anger on you and beat you within an inch of your life.” A voice unlike Tsunade’s usually relaxed tone warned disdainfully. Jiraiya stiffened and let go immediately. She sighed deeply and continued to stare outside the window, her capable arms wrapped tightly around her own waist in a silent effort to comfort herself.

“Tsunade?” he asked, dropping the perverted persona to respond to his ex teammate’s obvious distress. The blonde female shuddered, trying to hold herself away from everything.

“Tsunade…” he insisted and watched with dismay as her carefully constructed mask shattered, allowing him a glimpse of hell on earth. She turned towards him and wordlessly threw her body into his arms, burying her face in his shoulders. She cried with a fierce abandon that left him shaken and anguished.

Women like Tsunade did not cry easily. When they did, it was usually due to reasons fully out of their control. His face hardened, understanding that only an unbearably painful incident would make her react this way. Last time this happened, the gaki had been involved.

“Naruto, Jiraiya… Naruto” she sobbed incoherently and he froze.

‘Gaki? What have you done?’ he thought suddenly afraid of the answer he knew was coming.

“They… Damn it! They… Jiraiya… they… Kyuubi…” she tried to explain but found the knot on her throat rendered her unable to talk. Swallowing convulsively, she presented him with a sheaf of crumpled papers, hidden so far by the folds of her yukata. He frowned staring at the offered papers with apprehension.

“Huh? You want me to read this?” he asked for confirmation before he took them and made an effort to iron out the wrinkles caused by her punishing hold. She bit her lip as fresh tears marred her beauty.

‘Gods, she really is a handsome woman.’ He thought distractedly, taking the time to take both Tsunade and the report closer to the window. She burrowed close to him for warmth, acting so uncharacteristically soft that he was moved. Distracted, he caressed the soft hair, offering what comfort he could as his mind struggled to process the written information.

‘Um… this report was done by the Uchiha?’ he thought with curiosity as his eyes scanned the report. When his eyes stumbled over words like ‘rape’, ‘torture’ and more effectively ‘Uzumaki, Naruto’, he stopped, swore under his breath and started at the beginning, taking care with details. His heart lurched painfully inside his chest, unable to believe his eyes. His body quaked as Tsunade sobbed softly, her face buried in his hard chest.

‘No… not the gaki.’ His hands fisted the report unconsciously, as he fought incredulity. Red-hot fury suffused his spirit as his grief transformed in an all encompassing thirst for revenge by the time he read the last sentence of the succinct report.

“They left him alone, hurt and bleeding, after suppressing Kyuubi? He could have died! I will kill them with my own two hands! Gamabunta!” he roared, pushing past Tsunade, fully intending to summon his companion.

“Stop, Jiraiya!” Tsunade ordered coldly, staying his hand. The white-haired senin closed his eyes, trying to fight against the rebellious anger that clamored for blood deep inside his soul. He didn’t want to hear her words. He needed atonement; he had failed to protect his gaki and somebody had to suffer.

His instinct told him waiting for Tsunade’s words would only thwart his thirst for vengeance for whatever she said was going to be the right thing to do, and usually that meant going the long way around to get justice.

“Stop this call for revenge right now Jiraiya, we’ve got too many things to do and too little time. Hear me out.” She ordered, holding onto him forcefully. Once she was sure she had his attention, she reluctantly pushed away. She attempted to explain, gathering her thoughts as she rubbed her arms.

‘Damn Uchiha. He’s nothing if not through. At least now we have names we can direct our energies to.’ Seeing his honest reaction had worked like a cold shower on her senses, bringing cool reasonable logic to the front of her mind. Thanking him silently, she pushed aside the bundled grief that seemed to have taken permanent residency at the pit of her stomach, waiting to overcome her resolve from the moment she had read the ill-fated report a few hours ago.

“What’s on your mind, Tsunade?” he asked, a twisted smile spreading his lips. She shivered, watching her rage reflected in his stormy gaze. Wrapping her arms around herself she attempted to bring warmth into her body, already missing the warmth her ex-teammate provided.

“We will take our revenge, Jiraiya. An eye for an eye, remember? They messed with the wrong gaki, ne? They will pay for every one of his tears. By the time we are through, we will have our revenge and Konohagakure will be more than happy to see to their punishment.” Both smiled, wordlessly agreeing to see this thing through regardless of consequences. Sitting down, Tsunade signaled her teammate to make a sound barrier to dissuade espionage.

‘One can never be too safe. The viper in our midst can be anybody. Remember Orochi…’ she thought repressing a shiver. Half an hour later, their plans had been set. They only had to summon the people necessary to accomplish the tasks they’d delineated to flush their prey. With a hard smile, Jiraiya dissolved the jutsu and waited for her to complete her summons for a list of people, including Morino-san, Kakashi-san and Anko-san.

Once finished, Tsunade allowed herself to be held once more by Jiraiya, grateful for the comfort he offered. Jiraya’s strong arms had also held her like this when she lost Dan. She sighed with remembered pain.

After a while, the dear pervert was unable to control his roving hands and soon he was copping a feel of her firm, tight ass. She sighed.

WHAM! Was the sound that pierced the gloom as she hit him hard enough to make him see stars, but soft enough to tell him his support was appreciated. “Tch! Pervert!”

***Hokage tower, later that same day***

Sakura shuddered, sweeping away imaginary dust from her slightly rumpled clothes. ‘Gods, this is not worth it! I can’t stand him or his touch! I’m not letting him near me again, Ino or no Ino. Damn it! I stink of sex and Lee’s cum! There’s so much of it and so little pleasure! Jeez! Even a tortured Naruto had lasted longer than he had! Damn!’ she groused, her body humming with unsatisfied need after a bout of sex with Konoha’s green menace.

She was currently taking some reports back into Tsunade’s office when voices alerted her she was in a meeting. Undaunted, she continued past the office’s main door, lost in her unhappy thoughts. Lee had flirted clumsily with her, doing everything in his power to turn her on with his ‘witty’ conversation.

Sakura repressed a shudder, wondering who in heavens had told him wiggling his eyebrows like a manic fool worked as a female aphrodisiac.

‘Surely the same asshole who taught him all about sex education and fashion sense: Gai-sensei!’ she shivered, revulsion bubbling inside her stomach as memories of their first few times together came to mind. After a while, she had gone past her natural aversion for the genin and had beaten some sense into him. If she was going to force herself to have sex with him, he’d better please her.

She had the Hokage’s permission to enter the side room to leave important papers as was her habit. She shifted; feeling her panty grow uncomfortably wet with Lee’s disgusting cum. Images of Lee’s cock driving unceremoniously inside her tender body made her shiver. She always left a bout of sex with Lee feeling swollen inside but then the other option of just laying there while he pounded her away was no good either.

‘Damn it! I thought I had washed him away from my body! Sheez!’ She’d been forced to fuck him senseless to take the stupid idea of visiting Naruto away from his one track mind. He was distracted all right but now she was left restless and unsatisfied.

Much to her chagrin, since she participated in Naruto’s special training, as Ino jokingly called it, her unconscious mind insisted on bringing forth images and sounds from Naruto’s rape every time she had sex. At first, it had driven her almost mad with guilt and anger, but after a while, her body had eagerly started to respond to the images and she’d embraced her reactions wholeheartedly.

In a perverted, twisted way they aroused her more than direct stimulation to her clit. Naruto’s expressions had been so… erotic and satisfying as she sucked on him. His face and his body had matured nicely, causing something inside her to react wildly.

‘If I must endure this, I might as well enjoy it, right?’ She had thought embracing her superimposed images of a panting, bucking Naruto as he pushed deep inside her body over Lee’s insipid attempts at fucking.

When she had finally welcomed Naruto inside her body, she’d almost cum. He was the right size for her body in both length and width and he shared the correct chemistry and instinctual movements that pleased her immensely. She didn’t dare to mention it to Ino or anybody else for that matter but she had enjoyed her time with the blonde idiot a heck of a lot; maybe too much. Her one time with him had spoiled her enough to want much more than an encore but she was too afraid of Ino to suggest they just forget about it.

It was all she could do not to cry out Naruto’s name as Lee’s clumsy movements finally struck a chord deep inside her. If only she hadn’t paid attention to Ino’s ramblings. If only she’d let go of her feelings for Sasuke and just accepted Naruto’s. If only… the list was getting unbearably long with each passing day.

The only reason she’d gone through with the whole Naruto fiasco was because Ino had insisted so much she had reluctantly accepted for Sasuke’s sake. They were good friends… bitter rivals for Sasuke’s attentions even at the ripe old age of 17. Still, their plans had quickly gotten out of hand.

‘I never planned to use that jutsu on Naruto. It was cruel of Ino to do so… even if I suggested it in the first place.’ She sighed, her misgivings increasing at a frantic pace. She was not a bad person… misdirected maybe, but never truly evil.

“What?” agitated voices flowed from the adjoining room bringing her out of her reverie.

“How could that happen!” a female demanded angrily.

Curiosity filled her at the anger she detected in the voices inside the room. Dampening her chakra enough to avoid detection, she approached the door.

A female voice, Tsunade’s, calmed the other two. It seemed the Hokage was briefing a group of people inside her office. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the conversation inside the room.

“That’s why you must go to that place I mentioned earlier and find any leads pointing in the right direction. Anything you find there will be of great service. One of our own already investigated this. He was the one who found the location we are currently discussing. We must find this criminal and punish him.” Somebody, sounding just like Naruto’s perverted sensei Jiraiya, explained.

“How am I supposed to help? Shouldn’t we talk to the victim to see if we can glean who were her attackers?” her trained ears recognized Morino, Ibiki-san as the owner of that almost bored voice.

“Your turn will come when we have our suspects. You will wring a complete confession from them. But nobody will approach the victim. I don’t want to risk the progress we’ve already made.” Tsunade stated forbiddingly. Sakura shivered involuntarily at the sheer amount of malice in her tone.

“You say this person was viciously raped, tortured and left for dead? Nothing’s been reported on this matter.” Mitarashi, Anko’s feminine voice asked as if verifying her facts. Sakura’s eyes widened as her hands flew to her face to cover the gasp that threatened to leave her lips unbidden.

“We’ve been keeping track of the grapevine, so far. We don’t want our assailants to run away. They used an old shed in the middle of the Konoha’s wilderness so the victim cries for help wouldn’t be heard. Its location aided to keep the criminal’s actions undetected. The shed sits on a ledge near the western side of Konoha’s forest, by a small river. In all, the attack signals premeditation and a fine mind for details. This was not a random attack.” Jiraiya grated angrily.

“I guess the victim’s family is clamoring for vengeance. Surely you don’t suspect any of us?” a muffled voice asked from farther inside the room. Sakura started. ‘Kakashi-sensei!’

“That one of Konoha’s shinobi is not involved in this disgraceful issue is something you, Kakashi, will have to prove or disprove. I want the culprit’s head on a spike hanging form the Hokage monument in a fortnight. Konoha is not standing around doing nothing while a dangerous criminal walks by our streets unpunished, understood? Go now and find me proof to appease my anger.” Tsunade ordered.

‘Oh, God! We are screwed! Konoha’s best are on our trail! I must tell Ino!’ were the only ideas that went repeatedly inside the pink-haired kunoichi. Fear blurred her normal mental sharpness turning her into a quivering mass of sweat, snot and tears as she made her way towards the blonde kunoichi.

***Yamanaka Flower Shop***

The medic-nin stood before Yamanaka’s Flower Shop, dancing indecisively from one foot to the other. She was hesitant to go inside, for surely Ino would blame her when she told her their cover was blown. She knew there was every possibility the ANU were already on their trail. There was no time to laze around, they had to escape!

‘I don’t want to become a missing nin!’ she wailed inside before squaring her shoulders and marching inside the shop.

“Welcome to Yamanaka Flower Shop, how can I help you today?” A smiling Ino warbled from behind the counter.

“Sakura?” she queried noticing her friend’s darkened countenance. Looking around for clients, she jumped the counter and approached her friend. “What are you doing here?” she seethed.

“Ino, they know! They know we raped Naruto and they are coming to get us! We are dead!” Sakura burst into tears, uncaring if there was anybody else listening. Ino’s eyes widened and she stiffened, slapping the hysterical kunoichi into silence. Hurt green eyes stared at her as she took off her apron with measured steps.

“Mom! Dad! I’m stepping outside! Be right back, ok?” she called. Indistinct mumbles came from inside the shop and she pulled Sakura outside, dragging her into the family’s greenhouse at the back of the property.

“Now, explain.” She ordered waiting for the stupid girl to make sense. It was impossible they would know anything unless the damned fox had decided to rat on them instead of staying silent as he’d done so far.

“They know… I heard Tsunade telling Mitarashi-san, Morino-san and Kakashi-sensei to investigate the old shed by the river. That they were looking for a criminal that had tortured, raped and left for dead somebody in the village. They didn’t mention Naruto, but surely they know! They are looking for proof right now! I don’t want to die, Ino! What will my mother say? What will Sasuke say? You were wrong! Naruto didn’t kill himself and now we are screwed!“ She rambled on hysterically, unable to moderate her screeching voice.

Ino punched her in the face. “Shut the fuck up! With luck, half of Konoha didn’t hear your confession already! We need to think, not turn into a puddle of snot, you idiot!” she railed against the cowardly kunoichi.

“You screwed up big time, Ino! Your plan failed, damn it! Now I will have to face my parents! What will they say! You lied to me! You promised he would not be too badly hurt, Ino. I just wanted Sasuke to smile at me… I never wanted Naruto dead…” Sakura screeched with a deranged expression on her face. Ino scoffed.

“Now you say I lied? Now I am to blame for this? You seem to forget, Sakura. Shall I remind you? You agreed with the plan originally. You brought the scroll with the jutsu. You were the one who visited Naruto and performed it on him! Stop acting like you are not responsible and it was all my idea, you bitch! You also wanted him dead!” a slap cut off her angry diatribe. Sakura blinked with surprise watching her hand.

“You fucking bitch, you’ll pay for that!” Ino spat, launching herself against the other female. Not one to sit around waiting to be hit, Sakura evaded the punch pivoting on the balls of her feet to counter the attack. By their unspoken rules, they only used taijutsu to settle their differences.

Soon all that was heard inside the greenhouse were the muffled grunts and labored breathing of two capable shinobi of equal strength as they faced each other.

“Say, forehead… Shouldn’t we just make sure they don’t get their hands on the evidence?” Ino huffed as she shoved her fist straight into Sakura’s stomach. The kunoichi flew straight into her mother’s prized violets, making the blonde flinch.

“Damn it, Sakura! You are so wearisome!” she said, taking a page out of Shika’s dictionary.

Muffled sobs reached her ears and she cursed fluently. “Sakura, you must face your actions. You are as responsible as me. We planned this together, we will deal with this together, understand?” Ino queried, tired of her rival’s lack of guts.

“You are no simpering flower, Sakura. I know you. I refuse to buy into your whimpering act so don’t push me. You are worse than me. At least, I never feigned friendship to that freak. What are you going to do, Forehead?” she asked coldly.

“I don’t know, Ino-pig… I don’t want to be a nuke-nin. I am too young… I have a future, actually.” She whispered softly, staring at her feet.

“It’s already too late to think about that, Sakura. Get your act together and move it. We’ve got a shed to burn!” she ordered, picking up enough cans of lighting fluid to start a funeral pyre.

“What about Naruto? What if he tells on us?” Sakura asked, picking the cans halfheartedly.

“We deal with that after we burn down the shed. Don’t think about that right now, ok? Move it.” She ordered impassively as she jumped lightning fast, taking to the roofs, closely followed by Sakura.

Their faces were grim with intent as they left the village. Their minds thinking about the varied reasons behind their oversight; a blonde head raging on why they’d failed to burn the shed with Naruto inside while a pink kunoichi wailed thinking why hadn’t she done anything to stop Ino’s crazy idea.

They approached the area cautiously, not wanting to walk into a trap. Dampening their chakras to avoid detection, they neared the shed efficiently. A few miles away from the place they stopped. It was a miracle they’d evaded so many ANBU with their reckless approach. Movement to the side made them both detour to a nearby ravine.

‘Damn it! They are already here! Fuck!’ Ino cursed her luck, blaming Sakura’s stupidity for her problems. Gauging the situation, she realized her plans to burn the shed had been reduced to cinders, so to speak.

‘The place is crawling with ANBU, god damn it!’ she thought with narrowed eyes. Stealing a glance in Sakura’s direction, she took in the intense guilt and fear currently assaulting the pink-haired kunoichi.

‘Sheez! There goes a productive partnership!’ she drawled. Turning inwards, she realized with sudden clarity she would have to deal with her sooner than expected for she was quickly turning into a liability, not an asset. Signaling their departure, they quickly made their way back to Konoha and into Sakura’s apartment.

“We’ve got to confess, Ino. Surely they will forgive us, if we explain we were drunk or something. We can always talk to Naruto and ask for his forgiveness. Yes, we should do that… ne, Ino? I will explain to him that you were just jealous when you devised the plan. He will understand. He is a generous soul. Right?” she babbled nervously, pacing her living room as she attempted to comb her unruly locks.
Ino watched her silently, not willing to refuse her idea but not encouraging it either. She watched with impassive eyes, understanding what had to be done. She stood and left the apartment without another word.

‘I am not going to jail for showing that animal its place! I am not begging his forgiveness. I was not wrong. He has them all fooled with his innocent smile and ingratiating ways but not me. Ino Yamanaka is not fooled by that monster’s cunning ways. I will deal with Sakura one way or the other… after all the dead can tell no tales.’ She thought adamantly before missing a step as she realized the turn her thoughts had taken.

‘Kill Sakura?’ Her conscience rebelled against the idea. She shook her head, ‘Surely, there has to be something else… not everything is lost yet.’ She fell silent, speeding down the roofs towards her house. The sudden image of Sakura’s weak expression assaulted her senses. It was then Ino knew.

‘Fuck it! She’s gonna try to put the blame squarely on my shoulders… I can’t let her do that! She’s as guilty as I am, damn it!’ she railed against her spineless friend.

Angry, she pushed her body to go faster, her supple muscles screaming power with every graceful flex of her thighs. She’d certainly become a desirable woman. If it was necessary, she could still use her many talents in the bedroom to get herself an accomplice. Her sweet cousin’s intense training had not been in vain, she decided.

‘Kiba really bit the dust.’ She thought with a smile. He would make a fitting slave with enough time. But then she was short of that commodity now. With a final jump, she stood before her house again.

‘I need a good long shower.’ She thought, stretching sore muscles. Relaxing her shoulders and worried expression, she moved to the door. Her hand extended to grab the doorknob when the door flew open on its own.

“My, my… look who we have here! Its Little Ino… you’ve grown quite a lot, cousin.” A pleasant baritone caressed her ears as recognition dawned on her. Looking up, she read lust clearly written in the inky darkness of his cousin’s eyes. She smirked and wrapped her arms around him, letting him feel for himself just how much she’d grown.

“Shiro? Yamanaka Shiro, Gods! I’m glad to see you! I missed you so much you will never know!” she cried, falling into old patterns taught to her by him. Her voice sounded eager and happy for those around them, but it was all a carefully orchestrated code to convey their true intentions even before their family.

His message had been a test to see if she remembered the lessons beaten into her at an early age: Long time no see, Blond. I can’t wait to fuck you senseless. How about now?

Ino smirked, her eyes conveying clearly her truth: We need to talk, cousin. I can’t wait to feel you deep inside me. I missed your cock but there’s revenge to be had.

“I don’t know… but you can always show me, ne?” he whispered softly for her ears only, making her shiver with want as his hands tightened around her shoulder.

“Yeah, I can’t wait, Shiro… truly… I can’t.” she whispered with a firm nod that seemed to satisfy him as her nipples hardened against his chest.

“Ino, Shiro, come on dears, the food’s waiting on the table! Come on guys.” Ino’s mother called from inside the house and she smiled searching his eyes for a promise. Suddenly all her nervous worries lifted from her mind as she realized here was the only person she would need to get her plan into action.

“Come on cousin, let’s eat. We’ve got a lot of catch up to do, ne?” she smiled sweetly, her eyes dilating with deep-seated need. She wanted him to pound her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. She needed him to stretch her like he’d done when she was younger. A shiver ran down her spine and she smiled.

“By all means, lead the way, Ino.” He whispered, his tightening hand on her ass telling her he was more than willing to help as long as there was something in it for him.

‘Perfect.’ She thought triumphantly, feeling desire throb inside her, staining her panties with her own juices.

‘Now let’s see if I can’t kill two birds with one shot… You don’t want to be a nuke-nin, Sakura? Don’t worry… I won’t let you become one… Soon your fears will be reduced to ashes, dearest forehead and Naruto will be no more.’ She smiled and led the way inside the house, her clearly aroused cousin following closely behind.


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