A Flash of Pink

Kakashi awoke to soft, un-calloused fingertips brushing his cheeks, his eyelids fluttered open slowly as he glanced sleepily around. He was lying on top of a thick futon beside Naruto, Sakura was out of sight but he could sense her presence nearby, probably behind him. He focused on the woman who had awoken him; she was small and mousy with dark downcast eyes, a house servant from her uniform yukata, probably a bath-attendant from the soft feel of her hands.



He allowed himself to be gently roused and assisted to his feet. The woman kept murmuring soothing noises to him as well as making soft, gentle stroking motions on his arms that were obviously meant to calm him. He glanced around to make sure that Sakura was OK, he sighed inaudibly in relief when he saw that she and Naruto had also been assisted to their feet. He hoped that they wouldn’t make a scene; if they played along quietly they probably wouldn’t be watched too closely.



Another woman, a sharp-faced, well-dressed woman, clapped her hands for attention. When their heads swivelled towards her she announced in clipped tones that The Master would not see them until they had been properly bathed and attired and that should they entertain any notions of leaving without paying their respects they would be very sorry. She had very obviously never had any ninja captives to deal with before - any ninja who did not wish to stay would have laughed in her face.



Biting his tongue Kakashi smiled grimly to himself, it was just as well that they had allowed themselves to be captured. These people were seriously incompetent; he’d had at least 27 chances to escape since he had first detected the distinctive smell of orchids on the breeze. He’d also been surprised that the enemy ninja had not been at all suspicious that they had not made any escape attempts. They reminded him of genin, they loved the thrill of the chase but hated the boring slog that came afterwards.



During their transfer from the campsite to the chateau, he’d kept his ears peeled for any mention of the other girls who had gone missing and tried as best he was able to keep a track of where they were going. It hadn’t been easy as he’d been drugged into unconsciousness for much of the journey. He’d managed to glean that at least one girl had gone willingly to her fate and was still alive if living a horrible life.



Her supposed exploits had entertained their captors for many a night, Kakashi doubted that the stories had much basis in the truth – they sounded a little bit too much like his Icha Icha to be real life. It disturbed him greatly that there were men out there who couldn’t understand that porn was not supposed to be real – it was pure fantasy. It was especially disturbing when those men could employ other men to make their twisted desires into real life.



Giving in to the gentle pushing on his back he allowed himself to be guided out of the room in which they had awoken and into a large bathing room. Kakashi could only detect one guard in the hallway outside. Averting his eyes from Sakura he allowed his attendant to undress him and lather him up. For some strange reason she didn’t appear to notice the ribbon around his neck, it made him feel incredibly conspicuous standing there stark naked except for the pink chakra-guard.



Thinking of the ribbon inevitably led to thoughts of Iruka, specifically to thoughts of Iruka’s fingers trailing around his throat as he tied the ribbon on. Kakashi fought off a blush as his imagination took off wondering what Iruka’s fingers would feel like trailing along other, more intimate, areas of his body. Would it tingle in the same way? Suddenly he was very glad that he was wearing a female body, an erection right now would have been terribly embarrassing.



Submitting to his attendants motions that he should step into the tub to soak, he decided that he would have to talk to Iruka about these strange feelings. His friend always knew what to do in these types of situations and the worst that could happen would be a very embarrassing conversation. Kakashi had survived many embarrassing situations prior to this moment and he was sure that he would survive many more in the future. In fact sometimes it seemed that embarrassing situations seemed to follow him around.



After their bath, which Kakashi had gotten through without a single glance at Sakura, they were dressed in simple yukata and gently herded back into the room in which they had awoken. Inside, three rather bizarre outfits were laid out, Kakashi’s attendant actually blushed slightly when she spied the clothing – or more probably the lack there of. Kakashi felt a little bit more apprehensive now that he had a better idea of what their captor had in mind for them.



Fully, if barely, dressed and feeling incredibly silly Kakashi glanced at his team-mates. They all had knee high black leather boots with ridiculously tall heels and long black gloves – similar to the ANBU style. Then their outfits changed slightly although they were all made of a combination of black leather and mesh. Sakura had hotpants teamed with a vest, Naruto had a mini-skirt teamed with a corset-style top and Kakashi himself was squeezed into a halter-neck mini-dress.



One sneeze and they would be completely exposed. Kakashi avoided taking a deep breath and moved gingerly around trying not to topple over. Tsunade and Iruka had never mentioned high-heels or racy underwear in relation to this mission. Thinking of his mission Kakashi used a tiny amount of chakra to balance himself properly upon his teetering footwear. He had to be able to move in these torture devices.



Their attendants came forward and began to style their hair and apply makeup to their faces, whitening their complexions and darkening their eyes. Apparently their new Master liked his girls all dolled up. Idly Kakashi wondered if he had killed any of his captives because they had refused to dress up for him or if he had locked them up in punishment. Gentle questioning of their attendants had yielded no information, the women did not appear to be able to talk and they only made soothing or comforting noises the whole time.



Finally they were deemed ready, the sharp faced woman summoned five of their six captors, who were now wearing clean uniforms, and they all trooped into the narrow hallway. Kakashi attempted to memorise their path through the maze-like chateau and tried to ignore the leering glances and ‘accidental’ touches from the man behind him, although he did move slightly closer to Sakura in an attempt to protect her from similar harassment.



Finally a pair of heavily decorated doors loomed before them and their captors drew themselves up into a semblance of a disciplined fighting unit. Slowly the doors swung open and they were marched inside to meet their fate.





Iruka had gained access to the inside of the chateau with almost no resistance. This put him on edge; surely someone who had just captured three shinobi should be more alert. He took his time working his way around the building. He discovered in his explorations that the building had three above ground levels and two below ground levels. There did not seem to be enough people for a building this size and he also couldn’t locate a barracks.



Currently he was squeezed into a cubby-hole between the walls looking out through a small hole at a formal reception area. There was a large, throne like chair quite near to where he was hidden and three small stools had been placed in semi-circle in front of it with a little table in between. Dull-eyed servants had been fussing around with the decorations and a multitude of small covered dishes now covered the table along with several small bottles and an array of tiny cups.



Iruka was careful to keep his presence tightly constrained, the last thing he needed to do was to give himself away carelessly. He quietly and gently tested the strength of the wall in front of him, feeling with his fingers for any bracings or fixings. Relieved at finding that a good hard, chakra-assisted shove would allow him to break into the room he set about tensing and relaxing all of his muscles so that if it did come to a fight he wouldn’t be stiff from sitting still for so long.



At some unseen and unheard signal every servant abruptly finished their tasks and silently exited the room. After the last servant had left the doors opened again and an average-looking man dressed in an elegant robe strutted into the room, followed by a body servant. His mundane physical features were completely overshadowed by his fantastic outfit. Iruka stared, Kakashi would look stunning in that robe - the clear, cool colours along with the unusual sharp patterns would highlight his pale features and remarkable hair style. The copy-nin wouldn’t be overwhelmed in the way that this man was.



The man seated himself on the throne-like chair in what looked like a studied pose, his body servant fiddling with the sleeves and the fall of his robe until the man was satisfied. The servant then moved behind the chair to kneel on the ground with his forehead pressed to the floor. Iruka ground his teeth together, he hated to see people degraded like this, especially by obvious posers like the man on the chair. On the other hand though the servant was not a slave, he could choose to leave.



The doors opened with a slight squeak and Iruka nearly died of a nasal haemorrhage. Kakashi looked like sex personified, all three of them did in fact but Iruka resolutely refused to look at his former students. They were followed by five ninja and a woman. The ninja were obviously the ones who had ‘captured’ his students, Iruka was surprised to see that they were all middle-aged but relatively scar-free. They bowed low to the man in the chair and gave a clear and concise mission report.



Listening to the report Iruka noted that these ninja couldn’t have been ranked very high before they left their villages, the report was similar to the ones that he received from genin teams. That might also be the reason why they had also been so easy to track. If they had been at the most chuunin when they defected, it would explain all of the strange inconsistencies that he had noticed. However it could also be a trap similar to what he was currently implementing.



Having finished their report the ninja spaced themselves along the walls of the room, the woman ushered his students forward and instructed them to sit on the stools provided, she then knelt beside the man’s chair and lowered her face towards the floor. Iruka couldn’t help but notice that when Kakashi sat down his dress rode up and he was in fact not sitting on any dress at all, if he hadn’t had his knees pressed together Iruka would have been able to see the type of underwear he was wearing.



The man attempted some formal small talk, it seemed like he was attempting to charm his ‘guests’, Iruka felt sick to his stomach just listening. The man was obviously trying to be more impressive than he really was, Iruka would bet serious money that he was a younger son or nephew of a branch house who had always felt that he ‘deserved’ more. He was clearly trying to bring his fantasy into reality; the chateau, the guards, the servants, the concubines.



Against his will Iruka drooled as Kakashi leant forward to delicately serve some of the delicious-smelling food into a small bowl. As he did so he showed a few tantalising glimpses of pale flesh; a shadow of cleavage on his chest, a slight swell of breast above his ribs and a dimple on his lower back, Iruka suddenly wished that he had a sharingan, to keep this memory in impeccable detail for ever.



Feeling just slightly hypocritical Iruka reined his lust in tightly, just because he wanted the man inside the body did not make it all right to leer at a teenaged girl. Taking a quiet yet still shuddery breath Iruka set about cataloguing the weapons that he could see the ninja wearing and extrapolating about what else they might be carrying based on the types of traps they had left behind them. He very, very carefully felt out with a tiny feeler of chakra to more accurately asses their strength.



Kakashi’s eyes glanced directly at where he was hiding as he felt out, the man’s jounin level skills not dulled by his current lack of usable chakra. Taking it as a warning Iruka thinned out his feeler until it barely existed at all. He came to the conclusion that his first assessment had been close to the mark, these ninja had probably left their villages as genin and had then apparently received some limited training by a higher-ranked missing-nin. Iruka breathed a small sigh of relief he would be able to handle these nin with a little assistance from his students.



Rocking back on his heels slightly Iruka gathered himself to break through the wall to ‘rescue’ his students when he felt something cold and hard touch his throat and a voice whispered directly into his ear.



“Gotcha”