Chapter 74

"I can't think about this right now," Kurenai states, having been attempting to make sense of the ways this is either right or wrong, exhausting or empowering, inconsequential or significant. Kurenai's emotions simply feel too raw, inflamed with aggravation, and her propensity to use her mind even on matters of the heart is failing her massively. It's just too overwhelming, and it's unlikely she can make the right decision like that, so Kurenai just breathes and walks.

"What'd he say," Anko asks with a bit of a snicker, adding, "not that I can't guess. No matter how cool he thinks he is, it's soo obvious to these chocolate eyes."

In a detached tone, Kurenai replays Genma's words verbatim as if she were reading a report rather than recounting a personal experience. "I recall having heard he had a crush on me when we were fourteen but nothing came of it. I suppose I can't say I'm entirely surprised by his affection," Kurenai figures aloud. "But his timing leaves a lot to be desired."

"Like an STD," Anko groans. "Cropping up at the worst time. But, you know, early bird does get the worm, and he's been wanting to feed off yours for years now."

"Kami, Anko," Kurenai huffs with mild humor. "Do you have to paint such a vivid picture?"

"I'm nothing if not creative," Anko chuckles happily, Kurenai laughing with her. "And yet, he's not wrong about the job. Any mission could be our last."

"He also said Asuma isn't marrying the princess," Kurenai states. "Though I have no reason to doubt him, I just find it hard to believe."

"What a shitty asshole," Anko bellows incredulous. "What's his fucking deal, chucking all that shit on you? Just say the word babe, and I'll forsake all men with you... for a solid month. Sorry, but going without dick for any more than that and I'll likely rape someone."

Kurenai smiles despite her preoccupied mind. "Don't ever change Anko."

"Not a chance, babe," Anko states as they near Anko's rough accommodations. Anko could find a better home but her past is not easily forgotten among the village. While not neighbors, Naruto doesn't live far from Anko, making Kurenai ponder if she's just a sucker for the shunned. "You want to come in?" Anko asks. "I'm pretty sure I still got a bottle of the good stuff."

"Thanks, but I should be off," Kurenai relays.

"Come on, you told the kid, you'd be back late and everything," Anko protests, taking her friend's hand.

"I'm just going to train a bit," Kurenai assuages, squeezing Anko's hand as she discerns how different their definition of 'training' is. "Take my mind off of things for a while."

Anko gives Kurenai a quick peck on the lips, "alrighty. Night babe."

Stepping in front of a disgusting red door, Kurenai wonders why Naruto lives here when it's leagues worse than Anko's place and he should be able to afford something better. Barely tapping twice, the door swings open. The golden-haired resident gives her the widest grin before he rushes forward and wraps her in a strong hug, planting his face between her lovely neck and shoulder. Her body shudders to feel his radiating warmth and toned muscles of his shinobi-body. Her sexy dress doing nothing to dampen the impregnating feel of him as she tells him, "wait, wait. Inside, inside, Naruto."

Rather than letting her free, he easily picks her up—to her humored surprise—and carries her in. "I'm so happy you came," he expresses jovially into her neck and ebony locks, forgetting the door as he walks into his apartment.

She closes the door with her free hand as she tells him, "I can see that. While there's nothing wrong with enthusiasm, this is still inappropriate."

Chuckling, he lowers her to solid footing but he doesn't let her go. He's beaming with a great smile as he immediately wants to know, "so, what's my treat? You said if I did good in my training, you'd give me a treat. What is it?"

The warmth of being so adoringly held doesn't outweigh how improper it is, so she reaches around her and unfastens his hands to pull away from his hug. Still, holding his hand, she leads him into the much cleaner apartment towards his old ratty couch—wondering what his personal attachment to the overly worn furniture might be before asking him, "does that mean you'd like me to help you train?"

"Sure! But you should probably know..." Naruto trails off after she plops him on the couch while she sits on the coffee table in front of him. Still wearing her berry-red, cocktail mini dress from her night out, the hem of the lace fabric rides up, nearly reaching the apex of her gorgeously crossed legs, showcasing a tremendous amount of toned thigh. Naruto's eyes grow incredibly dark, dilated pupils brazenly declaring his base want as he gazes at her beautifully crossed legs. Momentarily lost in need, they're close enough for Naruto to reach over, eager to touch her.

Kurenai grabs his hand as she sighs. 'This boy,' she mentally utters. "Naruto, remember to control yourself."

He shakes his head but it does little to regain his control. "I... You just look so beautiful and sexy... it's hard. This is three hundred times worse than waiting for Ramen." Gazing at her with pleading eyes, he craves to know, "can- can we start now?"

Fixing her lustrous pitch-black mane behind her ear, Kurenai can't deny how flattering being wanted to this degree is, though she doesn't appreciate how disruptive it can be when they need to talk. Letting out another sigh, Kurenai stands—sashaying the hem of her skirt to cover as much thigh as she can—she answers, "we can't start just yet, but thank you for the compliment." Kurenai then takes him by the shoulders and rotates him in his seat, positioning him to face away from her before she sits on the couch behind him. "For now, let's talk like this. You were saying?"

Thrown off by how odd it is to be looking at his blank wall all the while talking to her, Naruto asks, "what?"

"You were saying I should know something? About your training?"

"Mnn, oh yeah," he exclaims. "Lately Sakura-chan's been training with me, so I don't know if that'll be a problem or not. We're still keeping this secret, right?" He asks the wall.

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