No Rest for the Wicked

Leaving the field of carnage, Fuzen teleported himself back to the cave where Akata had planned for the team to meet-up.

After materializing within the enclosed space, he found himself alone together with Akata, both of them soaked in blood and coated in various cuts making their clothes appear more like rags than Anbu uniforms.

Due to the adrenaline wearing off exhaustion and pain were starting to creep in on every part of his body. Not that pain was any stranger to him. Like a lover addicted to his legendary skills in bed, it tended to follow close behind his every move.

Fuzen removed the mask and sent Akata a roguish smile. "Told you I had it! Didn't I tell you?"

"So you did, but it didn't come without sacrifice. Besides you and me, only Koda remains..."

"Eh, which one of them was Koda? Was he the one with long hair brown hair?" Fuzen asked.

Akata looked at him as if he was telling a bad joke. "What do you mean by who? I've already told you their names... Multiple times by now in fact! Don't you listen?" Akata lecture was cut short as she doubled over in pain.

Thinking back to those times, Fuzen remembered how he might have been distracted by watching her ass. "I must have been distracted by something very important." He told her the honest truth and went over to check up on her.

"I'm not dying if that's what you're asking, though I admit having felt better."

She'd been using her right hand to keep pressure onto an injury to the abdominal region, which might explain why she didn't have the same commanding tone that first sparked his desire to conquer her.

Her shallow breaths filled the quiet cave as he gently removed her blood splattered cat-mask. Her face had taken on a pale colour, a typical sign of having suffered a blood loss of some kind.

"Well, fuck me..." Fuzen sighed and ran an idle hand through his medium length curly mane of dark hair.

"You don't get to say that. It's me who's wounded here! Not you, so fuck you!" She cursed at him.

He couldn't help grinning. Fuzen liked her strong, defiant even. In the end, it would make her surrender so much more satisfying.

"Whatever you say, miss." He waved her off and walked over to his backpack. With his back turned, he undressed piece by piece until he stood naked as the day he was born. The cuts and scrapes he'd sustained during his fight against the Kazekage and the caravan were healing quite nicely. Experience told him injuries like these wouldn't take more than a day at most to heal completely.

During the entire process of undressing, Fuzen could feel her eyes on him. "If you continue staring so intently at my ass I might need to consider charging you money." He looked at her over his shoulder and smirked

"If I had money on me I just might... However, aren't you too young to be playing these sort of games with adult women?" Akata decided to ask, genuinely curious.

Going commando like usual, Fuzen put on pants and zippered up, careful not to get any sensitive parts stuck. Bending down, he rummaged around until he found the medkit. "First of all, I've never cared much for conventional rules. Which means, as long as I'm physically able to perform, and enjoy the pleasures of being a man I see no reason to withhold myself. Second of all, if I'm old enough to kill, I'm sure as hell old enough to fuck, but that's just my opinion."

With medkit in hand, he stalked back intent on accessing the extent of her injuries.

Barechested Fuzen squatted at her side, allowing Akata a close-up view of the body she knew carried terrible power. His dark skin glistened from the light layer of sweat retained from his previous battle.

"So how bad is it? Do I need to transport you back to Konoha and have the expert fix it? Or is it something I fix?" His golden-eyes watched Akata like a hungry predator targeting the most delicious prey.

"I don't think it's that serious." She eased the pressure of the hand covering her wound, testing whether the bleeding had stopped or not. "It appears the bleeding has stopped. Your file mention you could perform a little medical ninjutsu," she sounded sceptical.

Shrugging, Fuzen opened the medkit and took out disinfectant alcohol. "I'm decent, I guess. I'm still far better at killing stuff. Now, take off your clothes. I want to see..."

"Tsk, I bet you do..."

"Well, I have shown you mine, haven't I?" He arched an eyebrow in question. "I can even give you a helping hand if you're too weak to strip by yourself? Your choice."

Something about his musky smell and in-your-face sexuality couldn't help tweak a primal part inside Akata despite knowing his age. Fuzen was no doubt handsome now, yet in the future, she couldn't help envisioning how his exoticness, animalistic magnetism and primal appeal would someday turn him into a damn near irresistible womanizer.

She unclasped her damaged grey armour and arm guards, handing them to Fuzen. "I can use help getting my undershirt off to keep the wound from tearing."

Assessing the situation, Fuzen straddled her and covered his index finger in dark chakra ready to consume anything touched.

He could see her confusion. "Don't worry I'll be gentle."

As he placed the entire palm of his free hand on her stomach, a shiver went through her body. Inch by inch, he slowly moved down her lower.

"Gaijin we can't –"

"Shush, I'm concentrating here..." He stopped her and continued until reaching the hem of her skintight black shirt. Pulling out, he tracked his deadly index finger up the length of the shirt like you would if there was a zipper. Split down the middle, he moved each fold to the side to uncover her surprisingly ample cleavage reined in by a white sports bra of some kind.

"Very nice indeed," he appreciated the sight.

"Glad you like them. However, can you move? You're heavy. My feet are getting numb."

"Bare with me. It won't take long. Take a deep breath!" He instructed before pouring the disinfectant on the stab wound.

"Ouch. Damn, that stings!" She tried to sucker punch him, but he intercepted it midway through, seizing her wrist.

"Don't be such drama queen, Akata." He let go of her wrist. "I still haven't learned how to numb the area, so this is going to hurt quite a bit."

Placing both hands on her wound, Fuzen administered medical ninjutsu, causing the wound to visibly knit itself together. This time, Akata kept silent, yet he could see the pain on her pretty face.

Half an hour later Akata was back up and walking. The injured area would remain sore for some time, however, it was something she could work around.

"So what now?" Fuzen asked going over to sit beside his backpack and pulled out a bag with food pills. Flicking one into his mouth, he enjoyed the show of Akata undressing until left in matching bra and panties.

"We observe and gather info on Kagero Village until Lord Hokage arrives. Koda has taken the first watch."

"Hmm... which one was Koda again, if you don't mind me asking?"