Smiling, Jiraiya chis, "look at you. You're Minato's kid alright."
"Thanks," an embarrassed Naruto gushes. "I wish I got to know them, especially kaa-chan."
Patting his shoulder for comfort, the older man offers, "I may not know everything but I'll tell you what I can."
"Thanks," Naruto hums with a smirk.
"And," Jiraiya loudly calls. "I have the first of your many obligatory presents."
Lighting up, Naruto naturally asks, "and Karin's?"
Rolling his eyes, the toad hermit voices, "one at a ti, one at a ti, yeesh. I'll get her sothing too."
Skipping in place, the happy blond asks, "what'd ya get ?"
Jiraiya stands rigidly straight, stroking his chin like a long beard existed there and he asks himself, "Mnnn, what to do?" Groaning so more and extending the delay, the mischievous elder baits Naruto by ntioning, "I was planning on giving this to you before the exam, but, if you want it now..."
Grabbing the old man's red haori, Naruto begs, "that's two whole weeks away! Just give it to now!"
Playing at extended thoughtfulness, Jiraiya calmly claims, "I'm sure you can hold out for two whole weeks, but, if you really want it now..." Naruto nods and hops repeatedly before the elder finishes, "... ... ...you have to tell when you're eting Temari-chan again."
Excitent instantly dead, Naruto yells, "not telling!"
Gripped his chest like a wounded heart, Jiraiya protests, "how could you be so cruel? We're family!"
"You're just a giant pervert!"
MABUI
Mabui straightens her high-collar, gray dress shirt and perfectly fitted pencil-skirt in the mirror before walking out of the bedroom she shares with Samui. Nothing was too tight against her athletically curvy figure, however, she had no doubt she would be turning heads. After all, it didn't take the team long to realize there are hardly and white-haired, caral-skinned people in Konoha. Along with her green eyes and symtrical face, she was an exotic figure that drew plenty of attention; not a great quality when infiltrating an enemy country. Fortunately, Ōyashiro's docunts have helped allay all suspicion thus far.
Mabui was ready to step out of the old door of their old shack to et Naruto when her team's captain voices from behind her, "eting outside of the library is the opportunity we've been waiting for. You must succeed."
Turning to the fit and beautiful blond, Mabui wonders why Samui waited until Atsui left to speak up... or even speak at all. She never speaks unless she has to and Mabui tries engaging the reserved woman as often as naturally possible; detailing her reports regarding Naruto, asking Samui for clarification, and peppering in emotive anecdotes. Though Mabui would rather not push her captain, it's still her desire to see Samui make progress. The Monster Report is the stuff of nightmares and before she took her oath to her village and Kage, she took an oath to serve the benefit of the public health first. Atsui may be beyond her ability to help, but she has faith she can get through to Samui.
In their one-bedroom hideout at the edge of one of Konoha's many farms, Samui is sitting on the small table in the middle of the room, writing a ssage that will no doubt be express-delivered to the Raikage. Since Ōyashiro's departure, Samui has been sending and receiving ssages every other day; which is odd in itself. With the frequency of ssages, so too was the possibility of discovery, however, that didn't seem to concern Samui, Dodai, or A-sama.
She always knew Bee-sama desired Kubikiribōchō and to placate his brotherly partner as well as keep him in the village, A-sama agreed to get it for him. It must an a lot to the Raikage that she facilitates a relationship with Naruto, the owner of Kubikiribōchō... however, sothing about the mission felt different now. Mabui can't be sure what it is. There's nothing tangible to suggest perfidy but sothing in her intellect was telling her that the top brass want her to seduce Naruto more than what seed reasonable... as if they were either testing her dedication or the prize was sothing more than a sword.
Irresolutely, an apprehensive Mabui answers her team leader, "I see."
"Do what you must," the beautiful blond orders and though Mabui is glad Samui is talking more, she isn't thrilled by dialog. She deflates at the significance of 'do what you must.'
Mabui genuinely wants to help Samui, however, she finds it frustrating when the stoic woman casually orders her to use her body, if need be, to swindle a sixteen-year-old boy out of his property. Mabui won't deny she gets aroused when Naruto assertively reveals to her which professional authors are blatantly wrong and boldly demonstrates a far more effective and clever way of executing a technique. It thrills her from scalp to toes in all the right places when he showcases his astounding brilliance. Just picturing stuffy, sixty-year-old n, so sure in their knowledge, balking at the genius of a sixteen-year-old makes her warm and uninhibited.
Still, the tal bounty behind their deception is so frustrating, Mabui can't help but ask Samui, "for a sword?"
Turning from her thin strip of written paper, Samui calmly replies, "for the mission."
Staring at the oddly located, lengthy, and secluded waterfall, Mabui asks the blond beside her "are we jumping through the water?" She had asked for privacy to show him the special Fūinjutsu her parents left behind, however, she wasn't expecting this. She thought a room sowhere without windows or crawl spaces for eavesdropping would be sagacious. She could then do as ordered and seduce the genius whilst fighting herself to not feel orgasmic at the prospect of having sex with one of the most brilliant minds she's ever t.
Naruto turns to her with his unique smile, popping the P sound as he responds, "yup! Just follow right behind and you won't hit anything."
Though Mabui can sense with subtle sight and sound the entrance behind the rushing water and jumping herself isn't impossible, wearing a fitted gray pencil-skirt that hinders leaping seems to benefit the mission. Samui's voice of 'for the mission,' forces Mabui to ask, "would you mind carrying ? I didn't wear the right outfit for this."
Suddenly realizing his lack of consideration, Naruto winces, "my bad, Mabui-chan. I should've- It's just when you said you wanted so privacy, I imdiately thought of here."
ntally tallying, 'getting wet,' to the benefit of the mission, Mabui asks, "no one knows about your hideout?"
"Only a few people, but no one should be around," Naruto answers her.
Moving just shy of touching his furnace-like body, Mabui wraps her arms around his strong neck. She avoids being overly sexual, seductive, or even forward by paying more attention to the waterfall than him as she casually asks, "what do you do here anyway?"
To her quasi-delight, he hesitates when she presses her pliant breasts against him. Clearing his throat and wrapping an arm around her back and under her thighs, he answers, "I, uh, train... mostly."
He lifted her like she weighed nothing and though she leans in, she remains aloof to the affectionate closeness of such an embrace. Despite a mission-first ntality, Mabui does wonder why his body is so warm, like wearing clothes straight out of the dryer; toasty. Leaping through the rushing water and hidden hole in the granite was effortless for the strong blond and Mabui held on tightly until he set her down. It was a little disheartening he didn't blush as much as she was expecting.
'There's no way he didn't feel my breasts,' her thoughts manifest. Despite being able to see through her wet blouse, his cheeks had a little blush to them and his baby-blue eyes didn't wander or glaze. Mabui even let her soaked hair down, clinging to her wet caral skin, and yet his lacking reaction makes her wonder if she's his type. A hormonal boy would be great for the mission, but deep down, Mabui is a little more excited Naruto has the ntal fortitude to remain in control.
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