Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ I Caught Myself A Ninja ❯ The Slave Thing ( Chapter 6 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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“Ugh, what a bitchin' headache,” she groaned.

“And she lives.”

Usagi looked to her side to see Sasuke, “Uchiha. I would say you're a sight for sore eyes but I prefer food,” she threw the blankets away and touched the ground.

In the Kitchen…

Sasuke tapped his foot. Possibly waiting for a `Thank you'?

“That tapping is getting pretty annoying Uchiha,” she looked through the fridge.

“What happened?”

“Those girls got me good. I'll get them next time,” she closed it.

“What girls?”

“My fan club?”

“Oh right, they tried to poison me, drop a flower pot on my head, and then started throwing kunais. I mean really, it's rather easy to dodge all of those things. But I think one of them got mad when I punched her in the face. She was sure bleeding. Then some kind of green smoke was coming out of this tiny ass ball. The next thing I knew I was here,” she drank some bottled water.

“Wearing my clothes?”

“Oh yeah, I didn't know what to wear so I decided to wear your clothes cause guys clothes are always comfy. I took a nap…then some chick was knocking on the door. I had to kick her ass off of the property and by the time I did that the other zombies started attacking.”

Usagi watched his eyes turned contempt to hatred. He looked like he was going to murder someone. Must have learned that from his brother.

“You don't know who did it anyway and I'm not telling. I'm fine now, Uchiha. It's great having a slave that cares and all but I'll take care of it tonight.”

Sasuke looked back at her, hearing words of promise and a devilish objective in mind. He'll just have to wait until tomorrow or watch her back just in case her plan fails.

But that word was getting to him now. Slave. Slave? Come on now I should come up of something better than that. Nah. So deep in thinking he missed her walking out of the kitchen door. Sasuke found her pulling out weeds in the back of his mansion of a house.

“You should still be resting,” he didn't try to stop her. This scene looked quite familiar.

“I'm done with resting. I don't know how long I was out but this place got messed up pretty quick. Dirty dishes, laundry, the damn weeds live again. Uchiha has a large place all to himself and he doesn't even clean. What a lazy ass,” she pulled out a large one talking to herself out loud.

Sasuke didn't say anything and still continued to watch her. Something from the back of his mind was there poking him. But he couldn't figure out what was poking him. And when he continued to look at her the poking was harder. Maybe if he just continued watching he'll know what was poking.

He didn't have anything to do anyway. And so he did, follow her around all day watching her do house chores. This was a first that she wasn't chatting.

“What's with this `slave'?” the silence was getting to him.

Usagi jumped and turned around, “I forgot you was there,” she went back to picking up the dirty clothes off of Sasuke's floor.

They were now in his room. Nearing the noonday, it was time for laundry. Sasuke didn't mind Usagi in his room. It was only clothes and she didn't look like someone who would sell his clothes to his fan club. The poking continued and it felt right Usagi being in his room. Minus the clothes in her arms. Thoughts of her and his bed filled his thinking space.

“You don't like it? I ought to put a bell around your neck so I know where you are. Hehe like a cat that's cute. The women at the gym know I train slaves. They think you're my fourth and the second one that I showed to them. I usually show them pictures instead because frequently I find the better-looking ones than their boyfriends.”

What kind of slaves? Sasuke was thinking of the naughty ones. He wondered if he'll learn something from her. He does need some tips since he doesn't know the feng shui and all to having great sex.

“Training to do what?”

“You know the typical slave learning crap,” she shrugged and walked out of the room.

Typical? It sounds like she's been talking with other Slave Trainers. Sasuke was getting interested. She faced him after turning on the washing machine. Leaning back and crossing her arms.

“Why are you so interested Uchiha? I think my bad influence is rubbing off on you,” she watched the feigning interest in his face. He was interested.

He didn't say nothing. The poking in his head finally punched through his forgetfulness and he remembered why the scene in the garden looked so familiar.

`You remind me of mother.'

His mother used to love gardening. It was a favorable memory of his. Even though they're practically opposite, Usagi's movements were similar to his mother. The grinning, the light in her eyes when they talk to someone, and even their stances.

I'd bet they would've been great friends or have some kind of student teacher relationship. And we all know how ninety percent of men like to date someone like their moms.

“I sometimes torture my slaves if they start getting irritating. You sure you want to be my slave Uchiha? I mostly make them help me on my training and as practice dummies. Maybe ninjas will last longer…I won't use you too much. What do you say Uchiha?” her eyebrow quirked.

All Sasuke could do was stare at her lips when she said that. She gave him a chaste kiss, first lesson already, and Sasuke was starting to like his first kiss. He made the second move by pushing his tongue in her mouth. Second lesson, frenching. He was starting to get into it but she pulled her head back.

Usagi kinked her head, “You need to practice kissing Uchiha. We'll have to work on that later.”

Somebody was knocking on the door. Damn whoever it was that was interrupting their precious moment.

“If anyone's going to get the door then you have to get your hands off me Uchiha.”

His hands slid off her waist.

“At least you know where to put your hands. Hand positions will also have to be taught another day,” she jogged to the door.

Sasuke was out of breath, heart beating fast, his body tingling like he fought against Naruto. Something was seriously wrong with him if Usagi came off of that kiss unaffected.

He shivered and walked to the kitchen. Usagi opened the door and stopped her midway smile.

“Pachin,” she didn't widen the door.

“No crazy women around eh?” he spit out his cigarette and squashed it.

“Training doesn't start until twelve.”

He held up a stack of papers, “Those jackasses finally got their act together. All we have to do is sign and then we'll be free,” he grinned.

Usagi frowned and folded her arms as if she was cold, “Can it wait until after the match?”

His smile dropped, “Nothing's changed Usagi. I already signed it. Read it if you want you know what we'll be doing later on anyway,” he handed her the paper and left.

She closed the door and leaned her head on the door. Looking at the worded documents dangling from her hand.

Sasuke aimlessly watched the whole scene from the kitchen since he had nothing else to do. Usagi's whole aura gone to gloomy.

“Usagi,” he rested his hand on her shoulder.

She slightly turned her head, “What do you want Uchiha? I'm trying to not think about this,” she stopped leaning on the door and rubbed her head.

“What did he want?” again he was in a curious mood today.

“Pachin just came by…to remind me that we're nearing the end of our days,” she picked up her gloom and pushed Sasuke out of the way.

“Sometimes I wonder what's the point of getting divorced only to get married again?”

He grabbed her shoulder, “Stop speaking in riddles. What's that supposed to mean?”

Usagi looked at the hand on her shoulder, “Do as I say slave. Get your hand off me,” the tone in her voice made him release her.

Sasuke stopped following her. Stood there for a few moments and went off to visit a certain lazy ass.

“It's you,” Shikamaru opened the door wider, “I should've went back to sleep.”

Sasuke walked inside Shikamaru's apartment.

“Does the Hokage have another mission? Because I'm using my vacation time now,” Shika sat down on the couch and yawned.

“No. It's about Usagi.”

Shika nodded slowly, “She made you her slave didn't she?”

“No,” he lied. It wouldn't be good for two ninjas to fall for her and know about it.

“Then it's about her husband then most likely,” he leaned back some more.

This brought some light in Uchiha's dark thoughts, “So then her coach is…”

“Yep, her husband. They're going through the divorce but I don't know if they both want it or not. Usagi looks like she don't. She's really troublesome.”

Usagi must still be pining for Pachin then.

“Then what does she need slaves for?”

“Test dummies, human punching bags, teach men how to `respect' more like serve women. If she asks you to be her slave, say no. Sure you might get some endurance from letting her punch you in the stomach a couple of times. But then when she starts her kicks you might want to leave at that point.”

Sasuke was going to ask another question but then stupid Shikamaru fell asleep.

“Uchiha!” she ran to him. Back to her good mood.

“Now what?”

“Before I go to training, you…are going to assist me.”

“On what?”

“On my revenge on the evil fan girls of course,” she shoved a heavy sack for him to hold.

His brow raised, what had he gotten himself into? She grabbed his arm and ran to a very familiar house. It was one am. Time for beauty rest.

“Now Uchiha you're the lookout. This will take a few minutes,” she grabbed the sac and climbed to the second floor.

He could've helped her with that but he was distracted watching her butt. She climbed inside. The room was dark, Sasuke saw a couple flickers of light but that was it. Few people were walking by, just dog walkers and drunks. She was taking too long. He looked up again at the window and watched her leap.

His heart nearly stopped as he caught her.

“Slave, our work here is done. Let's go home so I can eat something. Hehe indeed. Too bad I can't laugh out loud or they would wake up. No one messes with Mitsugi Usagi and gets away with it. Except for that one dude that stole my panties he got away with it,” she put her arms around his neck.

The sac was empty.

The next day.

“Uchiha.”

“What?” he was trying to meditate.

And I thought she said she would stay out of his way?

“Do I make you randy?”

“?”

“In lame mans terms, Do I make you feel…lecherous?”

“No,” but he paused before that.

“I know you think of dirty things when you look at me,” she nudged him grinningly.

Sasuke moved his head, “No I don't.”

“Liar anyway let's go on a date.”

Sasuke cocked his head to the side in question.

“So your fan club can see that you have a girlfriend aka me. Then they'll be so angry at me that they'll forget about you for a few days while they plot against me. Get it?”

“What's the catch?” there's always gotta be some catch.

“You get ignored,” his eye twitched, “while I get some amusement from their insidious plans,” Usagi grinned.

I wasn't too sure about that. His fan club was absolutely crazed about him and anything getting in their way of being his wife. On Valentine's Day, someone sent a piece of their hair and another who written a poem in their own blood. Kinda creepy and too obsessed to me.

“Come on. I need to go out any way,” she tugged him inside the house to get dressed up.

Not like Sasuke's going to dress differently today. He just changed to his clean pair of blue cowl shirt and white pants. He waited outside of her bedroom. She called him inside.

“Uchiha which color looks better green or pink?” she held up two dresses.

Unfortunately Sasuke must be out of it this week because he can't stop staring at her.

“Come on slave. The green one matches my hair and eyes but then the pink one just makes me even cuter,” she said conceitedly.

“Pink,” he watched her turn around and saw she was wearing bright orange panties that was similar to that other pair when he had to carry her to the lingerie store. I shall call that store The Ninja's Secret

Sasuke looking like regular old him and Usagi looking sexy made quite the hot couple walking down the busiest street. The girls were glaring, crying, and seething at them while the guys were drooling, whistling, and all the like to Usagi. The rumors have started off. Usagi's plan was turning out well.

The waiter brought them to their booth.

“Come on. Scoot. Now let's see,” she opened the menu and looked it over.

Sasuke obviously noticed that Usagi was getting a little close to him. And by close I mean her leg was touching his. Usagi didn't seem to detect the electricity skipping up and down those two legs touching.

All it did was gave Sasuke some lecherous thoughts about Usagi and her orange underwear. He should use this opportunity to control his urges. The waiter came by Usagi ordered for both of them.

“Okay…Sasuke,” she had trouble saying his first name.

She tried it out again, “Sasuke. Check out the females in this place,” he liked the way she said it.

And you guys thought this was a date for real.

“Pick out a girl you like,” Usagi went on.

He didn't find anyone he particularly liked. Sasuke was a picky high standards kind of guy. His conscious did thought someone beside him was in the category of `like' though. Wink wink.

“Why should I? I only agreed to come with you.”

“You're my slave remember?”

“Yo! Sasuke! Who's this lovely young lady with you?” It was Kakashi, sitting himself down across from them, who put away his book and stared at Usagi.

“You know this guy? U- Sasuke.”

“Unfortunately he's my sensei Kakashi. Mitsugi Usagi,” Sasuke introduced.

“I see you finally taken an interest in the opposite sex. I was beginning to wonder…” Kakashi put his hands on the table.

“I'm still wondering,” Usagi grinned and leaned closer.

“Have we met before? I believe we have…somewhere.”

Sasuke noted his sensei slightly touching her hands and then moved away.

Usagi's brows rose in question, `He does look familiar.'

“Maybe at someone's party?”

“I haven't been to one in awhile,” she responded.

“Possibly a bar and I saw you across the room? I think that was it.”

Usagi shrugged in possibility. Something clicked though. He was her first ninja. That she actually had trouble knocking out before taking his empty wallet ten minutes later. Usagi knew after that to look for a head plate first.

“So anything else new that I'll find out sooner or later?” he looked at his former student.

He just shook his head.

“Anyways back to your date…Mitsugi Usagi. Nice name. Better than Uchiha Sasuke right?” he smiled at her.

Sounds more and more like Kakashi and Usagi's date.

“I was just getting ready to teach something to your sexually challenged student.”

“Oh really? I assume lesson plans include something in here?” Kakashi getting more interested.

“Excellent. Your sensei's catching on pretty quicker than you. Now Sasuke pick a girl Kakashi you can pick one too.”

Sasuke was taking too long. She rested her hand on his thigh. His mind paid attention to her hand though and not on the women.

“How about that girl with the blouse?” Kakashi picked.

Usagi stared at the brunette, “If you want to get a woman's digits, you got to pick the right one. And that one, yeah she's pretty, but she's a nail biter. The redhead next to her wants to catch a rich one with her makeup and really expensive looking shoes.”

“How do you know that?”

Sasuke kept quiet, couldn't concentrate, his thigh was burning while she lightly moved her hand up and down his thigh.

“Sasuke?”

He glanced at her.

“I said you should go and try to pick up one of them.”

He blinked.

“Come on Sasuke. It's not that hard what with all them chasing you. It's about time you chased somebody,” Kakashi urged.

“Prfft nah,” he tried to relax.

“It's not gonna hurt unless they try to rip your clothes off dragging you to some motel. If you want you can go the easy way with that one,” Usagi pointed to the kunoichi.

She looked easy enough and he didn't want anymore nagging from the two sex experts or sexperts. That was a dumb one. Usagi let him out and watched him saunter his way over to her. She noticed him first and started a conversation.

“Five bucks he doesn't get a number,” Usagi betted.

“A date if he does,” steadily eyed her.

Usagi looked at him.

“You're on.”

keep getting a blank on what to put next. anway thanks for reading!