Target: Fuka

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Diclaimer: Naruto is not mine. Also this story is a lemon fiction therefore is intended for people of a legal age from wherever they come from. So if these type of stories offend then stop reading now. Thanks.


Chapter 57: Target Fuka

Author's note: Just as a word of warning this chapter is not going to feature a lemon between Fuka and Naruto.

Anko laid on her stomach the taste of Naruto still on her lips and tongue after she had sucked him to completion before he had left. She was staring at the outfit that Naruto had pulled from her closet, and the book that was lying atop of it. Anko ran her fingers over the leather of the Dominatrix style suit that she had commissioned Emi to create for her. Remembering how curious the seamstress had been about what she intended to use it for, she wasn't surprised to learn that Naruto had considered her as one of the final candidates for Anko to take as a sub. She closed her eyes and basked in the warm feelings that Naruto had left her with as a result of her learning about how he had always intended to reclaim her as his.

Anko unlike some of the other women in Naruto's life had rarely given much thought about what color her chakra was. It hadn't much mattered to her outside of her feelings of jealousy that women who had entered the Harem after her had achieved a red status while hers had been moving away. The reason she hadn't much cared was because when things had been good between them. She had just been happy to have someone in her life that didn't harbor some sort of opinion about her association with Orochimaru. She knew there were plenty of people who trusted her, but every now and then she couldn't help but feel that they wondered how she couldn't know just what kind of monster Orochimaru had truly been.

Yet now, Anko couldn't help but wonder if her chakra was indeed red as she felt that was the only way to explain the warm feeling that Naruto had left her with. Outside of the semen that he had deposited inside her, that was. She supposed it was due to the fact that Naruto had just shown her that he truly understood who Anko Mitarashi was. His recognition that her desire to be both submissive and dominant were while appearing to be two opposite sides of a coin, didn't change the fact that they belonged to the same coin. Her desire wasn't the product of someone wanting two separate things, but of someone wanting both and seemingly being pulled in two different directions at the same time. She smiled softly as she thought, "And Master found a way to satisfy both seemingly opposite pulls."

Her fingers touched the leather bound book that was the journal of one of Haruna's master. She lifted the cover and the first few pages before letting go. Anko wasn't sure why she was hesitating in reading the journal, but attributed it to Naruto's warning that she be sure taking Haruna was something she wanted. As she ran her fingers over the book she was beginning to understand just what sort of pressures her Master must be feeling as a result of the many women he was bound to. While on one hand, it was easy to think Naruto just collected women for the sake of having them, especially as many of his lovers didn't appear to offer much tactical value to his stated goal of bringing the Shinobi Villages closer together. Not that many of them weren't proving vital to that goal as they made it their own.

Yet, Anko now realized that Naruto was painfully aware that taking a lover meant he needed to be able to meet their wants and desires and that it was something which he took extremely seriously. It also highlighted how he took his lovers as they were, not necessarily how he wanted them to be. It touched Anko to know that her master had been thinking about how best to make her happy while she had been acting like a petulant child. However, she suspected her deeper understanding of just how much responsibility Naruto assumed with each woman he brought into his life was perhaps the reason she was so hesitant to take on a similar one.

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