The Tournament

Shikamaru was studying his opponent over the shougi board. It was very clear very quickly that he had no aptitude for the game. His attention shifted, he couldn’t keep track of whose turn it was, and he often confused the movement of pieces.

“How did you get an invitation for this tournament?” Shikamaru asked, even though he knew the answer.

Ranma Saotome, his opponent, looked sheepishly down at the board before getting a crafty look on his face. “Maybe I’m only playing this badly to throw you off your game?” he asked in what he thought was a sly tone of voice. To Shikamaru it sounded a little whiny and forced.

“No one fakes being this bad,” Shikamaru stated plainly. The depressed look that passed over Ranma’s face almost made Shikamaru laugh, but he stopped himself. He really didn’t feel like getting pummeled again today. “So, what’s your story?”

There was silence for a while. “I have to win,” Ranma answered quietly. There was no further explanation after that.

“You need a slave that badly?” Shikamaru asked, hoping to goad Ranma into telling him about the kidnapping.

“Akane’s not a slave!” Ranma said harshly, not making eye contact with Shikamaru.

“Who’s Akane?”

“...just a tomboy.”

“Why is it so important to win a tomboy?”

“…”

“You know what, I don’t care,” Shikamaru said shrugging. “You have your reasons for entering a tournament that you’re going to lose. Because at your level, the only way you’ll make it past the first round is if your opponent is deaf, blind, and mute or doesn’t exist.”

“…”

“Do you want to learn?” Shikamaru ventured. Ranma looked up at him with hope. “I can’t promise that you’ll win, but it’ll give you a fighting chance in the tournament.”

Ranma nodded solemnly.

Shikamaru decided to start with the very basics to see what knowledge Ranma had of the game. He picked up a piece at random. “What is this piece called?”

“That’s a lance,” Ranma responded immediately.

“How does it move?”

“Um… forward?”

“How many spaces?”

“Two?”

“No. As many spaces as you like. Where does promotion take place?”

The lesson continued like that for the rest of the morning. By the time they took a lunch break Shikamaru was trying to decide whether to bash Ranma’s head in with the shougi board or his own. ‘This is going to be a long five days.’

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Hinata met up with the other two members of her team by some food carts. There was a ramen cart, with Mousse ladling some steamy broth into a bowl. A short woman with long silver hair was balancing on a gnarled looking staff while she hopped from stirred the contents of a pot. Hinata recognized her from the photos in Tsunade’s office as Cologne.

Next to the ramen cart was an okonomiyaki cart. Two girls worked as a team to provide food to the throng of customers. A cute waitress with long black hair was moving through the customers, taking orders and delivering bowls with a grace that was rarely seen outside of the shinobi world. Hinata watched the girl closely because she looked really familiar. The other girl Hinata instantly recognized from her picture. She had wavy dark brown hair wearing a string of miniature spatulas across her chest. Ukyo Kuonji really looked like she knew what she was doing behind the grill.

“Hey Kiba,” Hinata called out, keeping an eye on the waitress. “Does that girl look familiar to you?”

After some consideration Kiba answered, “A little… but I can’t place where I’ve seen her before.”

“She was in the chuunin exams,” Shikamaru stated. “Her team went on to the second round, but didn’t get past the Forest of Death. I remember because her teammates were the ugliest things I had ever seen.”

“Oh yeah,” Kiba said nodding.

“What’s a ninja doing here?” Hinata asked herself quietly.

“I don't know, but we better keep an eye on her for the time being,” Shikamaru answered.

Hinata barely managed to smother an eep. She thought she had been quiet, but apparently not quiet enough. Shikamaru chuckled at her reaction, sending a warmth to Hinata's cheeks that had nothing to do with embarrassment.

The three ninjas sat down at a table in between the two food stands. Kiba's eyes shifted back and forth eagerly, clearly more excited about the prospect of food then the prospect of a debriefing.

A bell cheerfully rang out from above. Hinata looked up and saw a long haired girl riding a bicycle hurtling down towards their table. Quickly everyone dove away from the table, barely avoiding the shrapnel flying from the demolished table.

“Nihao Great Grandmother,” the girl called out cheerfully, only to be struck by the elderly woman balancing on her staff.

“You scared off the customers,” the old woman snapped. “Why aren't you with Son-In-Law?”

“He send Shampoo away. Say he need to train for tournament. Say Shampoo too too distracting.”

Cologne nodded sagely. “That Son-In-Law certainly is focused. Too bad it isn't on you.” Shampoo nodded in disappointment.

“Hey!” Kiba shouted. “Who do you think you are riding your bike around like that?!? You could have gotten somebody killed!” He marched angrily up to the girl who had almost flattened him. “This is the second time you've tried to kill me today.”

“Shampoo never see you before, no know what you talking about,” the girl declared emphatically.

“Bullshit. You better learn how to ride that bike or the next time you try a stunt like that I'm going to break it and you in half,” Kiba growled, pointing at her as he backed away.

Once he returned to the group all three of them found a new table. “You are aware that you can't beat up a girl,” Shikamaru stated blandly.

“That's Shampoo right? She's a fucking Amazon warrior! My mom would kill me if she found out that I didn't treat her the way I would a dude who was pulling that shit.”

“Fuck,” Shikamaru whispered softly, “My mom would kill me for even thinking of threatening her.”

“Yeah... well my clans a matriarch. It's all about complete equality, even in battle. I was always taught that no matter who you're fighting you take them down and they should stay down. Do you know how much shit I got from Iruka because the girls complained that I was too rough during taijutsu training.”

“I was rarely if ever awake during taijutsu training. But I do seem to remember a few times that I was woken up by some chick screeching every once in a while, until they just kept pairing you with guys.”

“And then they started crying that I was too rough. It's weird that Iruka sensei ignored them but always yelled at me about being mean to girls.”

“That's cause you can't beat up girls.”

“Tch, whatever.”

“So what did you guys find out?” Shikamaru asked as they found a new table.

“There are four warded buildings. I went by them and all four of them look like regular old warehouses. I marked them on the map, so Kiba could go check them out this afternoon,” Hinata volunteered, handing Kiba her map. “There were no other suspicious building in that area.”

“Good. Kiba?”

“Well, these are the building that smelled the most suspicious,” he stated, handing Hinata a list of addresses. “I was hoping that you could check 'em out and see if the target's in one of them.”

“Good,” Shikamaru said, looking at the okonomiyaki stand with longing, “Well if you're ready to go...”

“Um, how did your day go?” Hinata asked quietly.

“Don't ask. Please don't ask,” Shikamaru muttered, rubbing his eyes and shaking his head. “I would have an easier time teaching a chicken shougi then this guy. It's like his mind is so full with fighting that anything else won't fit,” he ground out. “I tried comparing the game to a fight, with each piece being a different fighter, but he didn't get it. He just started talking about some of his more memorable fights. Then Shampoo shows up and chases him around. Demanding that he take her on a date and arguing that he doesn't need to study. It was like trying to teach a weird Naruto Sasuke hybrid. The attention span of a goldfish with the rabid fan girls waiting to ambush him at every turn. I'm considering letting Kiba take the cushy job tomorrow.”

“Nah,” Kiba scoffed. “If he's as bad as you say I'd just end up kicking his ass. Besides, if everything works out, you won't have to teach him anything tomorrow.”

“How often do things ever work out right?” Shikamaru grumped. Hinata giggled at his expression. He was so cute when he pouted, but she could see how it would be annoying after a while. Shikamaru glared at her, so she decided that she was going to get lunch.

“What does everyone want to eat?” she asked as she stood up.

“Okonomiyaki,” they both stated at the same time. Hinata nodded before going off to get the food.


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Ms. Friday watched the slave as she eagerly licked at the penis of her assistant. He knew that he wasn't allowed to ejaculate, that was the honor that the girls master was given, but he could give her practical advice for pleasing her master. Next would be training orally on the female body, just in case.

“Stop,” she ordered, when her assistant looked like he had some advice to give. Immediately the slave stopped licking the shaft and assumed a position of rest. Kneeling with her knees apart, hand palm up on her thighs, and head slightly bowed. She lifted an eyebrow at her assistant to let him know that he could advise.

“The innocent licks are all right,” he started. “She needs to work on work on her confidence though. Longer strokes with the tongue and a little firmer.”

“You heard him,” Ms. Friday snapped, watching as the girl started licking again. To Ms. Friday it looked as though the girl was following instructions well. She raised her eyebrow again and got a nod from her assistant. “Slave. You will put his penis in your mouth and perform oral sex.”

The slave finished her last lick and smoothly slipped the head of her assistant's penis between her lips. The slaves head bobbed back and forth as the penis went deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Her assistant began to smile. Ms. Friday wasn't worried that he would ejaculate, because she had trained him very well to control himself, but she knew he was enjoying himself. Suddenly his eyes widened and he pushed the slave off of him. She immediately assumed the position.

“She used teeth,” he hissed, covering his saliva covered penis with his hands protectively. “She tried to bite it off.”

“Don't be ridiculous,” she scoffed. “She's under the jutsu. She can't harm anyone.”

“She left marks,” he spat, displaying his penis to her. Indeed there were teeth marks near the base of his penis. Blood was beginning to bead in some of the deeper punctures.

“Hmm...” she stated, looking at the slave speculatively. The slave looked blank as she waited for new orders.

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Hinata made her way through the town to the buildings that Kiba had marked on the maps. A quick scan showed what she had already known, that none of the buildings Kiba found had a seal on them. Of course since voluntary slavery was legal in the Honey Country, any training facilities they found might not be warded, although she didn't think that that was the case in this instance.

The first building that she went to was a brothel that catered to the S and M crowd. Hinata could understand why Akamaru had chosen this place as a potential place for Akane to be held. After a cursory glance with her byakugan she noticed that most of the customers looked ecstatic, while those she assumed to be the employees had looks that ranged from bored to terrified. There was also a weak killing intent radiating from the building.

Hinata deactivated her byakugan and took a deep breath before she entered the building. The sounds of... things hitting flesh was the first thing she noticed. The groans and gasps came next. She watched in fascination as a girl about her own age walked around an elderly gentleman, trailing the fringes of the whip across his chest. She seemed to be taunting him, calling him names and insulting his manhood. With each hissed out insult his erection grew stronger.

“How may I help you?” a voice broke the spell the scene. Hinata spun around quickly, trying not to turn bright purple in embarrassment. Hinata assumed that the person who spoke was the naked girl wearing a collar attached to a leash, that was being held by a large bald man.

“I-I-I was hoping to speak with the manager of this establishment.”

“Very well,” she said, bowing before turning away. Hinata stared at her back, which was full of piercings that were tied together by a satin ribbon. It looked very uncomfortable.

“That's Amber,” a woman purred into Hinata's ear. “Isn't her corseting fantastic?” Hinata nodded quietly, as though in a trance. “You can have her if you like. Although she will need a firm hand when it comes to handling her.”

Hinata blinked several times and spluttered out her response. “O-Oh no... I-I'm not like that... I'm here for information.” She spun to face a voluptuous woman in red.

“Oh?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at Hinata. “What can I do for you?”

“I had some questions about how slavery works in the Honey Country. I was hoping that you could help me.”

“It will cost you.” Hinata silently slid her 10,000 yen, hoping that it would be enough for the information that she wanted. Silently the woman slid the money from the table and into her bodice with a smooth motion.

“Can you tell me the basics?”

“Anyone over the age of 16 can become a slave. At 18 they no longer need parental consent. Once all the legalities are taken care of they go through official training, because quality is important when choosing a slave. After training, there is an auction. Anyone is invited to the auction, as long as they can pay.”

“What about cases like the tournament, where a slave is the prize?”

“Then they take all the slaves in training and decide who has the most potential. Then they go to special training, because prizes are the best advertising.”

“What about the prize for the current tournament? Where did she come from?”

“Word is that she was bought from another country. Of course she would be going through her training right now. Can't have our reputation ruined due to shoddy merchandise.”

“Who would get to train a prize like that?”

“...Well that would obviously go to the one with the best reputation as a trainer. Most trainers specialize in a certain field. I for instance specialize in subs and body mutilation.” This was said with an expansive sweep of her arms, artfully displaying heavy rings and an intricate tattoo.

“Huh?” Hinata asked, fascinated by the sparkle when it caught the light. It was a fake, but it was very well done.

“You didn't think that all slaves were created equal did you? Or that each master wants the same thing in a new toy,” the woman laughed. “Not only do I run a brothel, I also train slaves for auction. My employees are all free. Some of them are even my assistants.”

“Ah,” so this woman was the manager, “So who specializes in reluctant slaves?” Hinata asked, remembering that Akane's sisters stated that she wouldn't want to be a slave.

“I can't seem to recall...” the woman said, rubbing her finger together suggestively.

Another 10,000 yen was slid across the table. The money disappeared into her cleavage again. “Reluctant slaves are hard to come by. Usually the slaves that we use are volunteers. Every once and a while a powerful master finds someone they want who doesn't volunteer. There's still an auction if the slave has spunk, but if they are completely broken, it's a strait sale. There are very few trainers who deal with the reluctant. They walk the fine line of cowing a slave and breaking it. The best are known by days of the week. That's all that is known about them.”

“Why is there nothing more known about them?”

“Because reluctant slaves are illegal. The trainers are infamous, but you can't make a living from inside a jail cell.”

“So how do those slave get sold?” she asked.

“You would need to talk to a seller. But it's a trade secret, so I doubt you would get anything from them,” the woman sounded amused. “At least not for this small of an amount. A Weekday Slave can go for several million yen a pop.”

Hinata thanked her politely and left. She made her way to the second building, which was another brothel that catered to a crowd who liked something called “babysitting.” When Hinata saw the diapers and bottles she turned around and left immediately. There were just some things even ninja training couldn't prepare you for.

The last three buildings on her list kind of blurred together. She couldn't sense any hidden rooms and everyone backed up the information of the first madam. By the time it came to meeting up with her team again Hinata was tired, and just a little horny. Her imagination was aflame with the scenes that she had witnessed throughout the afternoon.

She remembered that she was going to be sleeping with Shikamaru, and in her mind they would be alone in their room. His hard body pressing tightly against her soft curves. A hint of teeth against her the side of her neck, just under her ear. The shot of electricity down her spine almost caused her to whimper out loud.

Hinata really wished she was just about anywhere but in the middle of a busy street, going to meet her teammates. She took a quick glance at the sun and decided that if she hurried she would be able to make it to the room well before her teammates were to meet there. A nice steamy shower was just what the hormones ordered.

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Shikamaru staggered back to the room, so mentally exhausted that he could barely think straight. Ranma was driving him crazy, and Shampoo came back during the lessons. She tried feeding him something, but Shikamaru caught the faint scent of mind altering drug. When he called her on it she pouted and tried to force feed Ranma the food, which he objected to by running around the room and throwing the board, with the pieces on it up in the air as a distraction.

Eventually she left when Shikamaru shoved a bite of the food in her mouth. She stiffened up and her eyes went blank. “Go back to Nerima,” he ordered, which he assumed she followed because she immediately left the room. Getting Ranma back on track took a while because Ranma was hungry and demanded a snack before they continued, then his dad tried to join in. It was a sad testament that even though Genma never won any games while cheating, Ranma stilled tried to copy him.

“Go away or I'll poison you,” Shikamaru grumbled. At first Genma didn't believe him, but he was eventually convinced to leave when Shikamaru gave him a piece of the meal that was left over from Shampoo's visit.

“H-hey... how did you know where we came from?” Ranma questioned suspiciously as he picked up the fallen tiles.

“Hm?” Shikamaru asked, although he did know what he was talking about. 'Shit! I can't believe I made such an rookie mistake.' “I don't know, you must have told me,” he shrugged casually.

Ranma just nodded and returned to concentrating on the game. It was a struggle, but by the time Shikamaru left for the meet with his teammates, he thought that Ranma was on par with a 3 year old player.

Shikamaru opened the door to his room and practically crashed into the bed. All he wanted to do was slam his head into the wall until he met with sweet oblivion. Instead he decided to take a shower. Somehow he didn't hear the sound of water as it slid down smooth skin and splashed against tile. When he walked into the bathroom it was filled with fragrant steam and the sound of soft moaning.

Shikamaru looked up to see the sight of a soapy naked Hinata gently pinching one of her nipples with her right hand. Her eyes were closed, her plump bottom lip caught between her teeth. Her left hand was sliding down her stomach, every once and a while her fingers clutched into her skin, leaving little pink marks where her nails dug in.

Shikamaru felt his cock harden as Hinata made a sound in the back of her throat. Her fingers brushed across the soft curls covering her pussy. They seemed to lightly tickle the curls before starting to stroke the skin. It was like Hinata was teasing them, trying to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible. Shikamaru moved closer to the shower, drawn in by a force that he didn't understand.

Quietly he stepped into the shower without bothering to take his clothes off. The water plastered his clothing to his skin, making the skin under the the wet cloth clammy when exposed to air. He didn't mind though, because Hinata's surprised chocking gasp of “Sh-shikamaru,” had captured his attention. Without a word Shikamaru covered her hands with his and leaned forward so that his chest was pressed against her back. He pressed her hips against his and gently rubbed them together.

Hinata moaned at the contact and arched into his touch. Feeling bolder Shikamaru let his lips trail against her neck. He suckled lightly and grazed his teeth over the vein in her neck. His fingers moved slowly over her flesh. Gently his hand parted the lips of her sex and dipped into the moist heat. His fingers danced across her clit, causing her to rub her hips against his. Shikamaru bit back a groan at the friction caused. It felt so good. He started pressing back into her, hoping for more contact. Her fingers wriggled out from under his and reached out behind her. She moved her hips away from his, and he desperately followed, wanting to prolong the contact.

Hinata chuckled deep in her throat and pressed her hands against his hips. He held still as her fingers worked the fastening of his pants. She gently pulled the cloth away from his skin and pushed them down, freeing his cock from the wet confines. Her wet warm hands encircled him and gently but firmly started messaging.

The stimulation had Shikamaru clenching his jaw for control. He wanted to plunge into her then and there. He wanted nothing more then to take her, hard and fast, but he restrained himself because he wanted her to enjoy herself. Deftly his finger penetrated her, causing her to jolt. In a rhythm they found together they began to move. The last thing Shikamaru remembered was hearing Hinata cry out as she found relief into the palm of his hand.

Shikamaru's eyes snapped open with the sounds of Hinata's release echoed in his mind. He was feeling incredibly stiff and frustrated. This frustration had nothing to do with teaching Ranma and everything to do with the raging erection he had thanks to his little fantasy.

In the background the sound of water that he barely noticed running was turned off. Desperately he sat up, not wanting to be caught with a tent in his pants. The door to the bathroom opened and Hinata stepped out, hair damp, cheeks flushed. When she saw him she eeped softly and flushed deeply.

Shikamaru smiled at her and beat a hasty retreat into the bathroom. He started up the shower, cold, and removed his clothes. It wasn't the most comfortable thing he had ever experienced, but it was enough to do the job. Later he would relieve himself, but for now he was in a hurry.