Swift as a Coursing River (MadaNaru)

Chapter 9: Respect

It was during mid evening when at last the yerrow arrived. Iruka had rubbed it soothingly upon his mating mark, which he could admit felt fundamentally wrong. It was as if he was getting rid of a part of himself, in fact it had felt so serious that he had asked the kind man if such a herb would hinder his ability to breed once out of the war.

That, had caused a stir, as Kakashi, who had not spoken to him after he had hit Iruka -even after he had apologized, and been forgiven- who of which had snapped to his attention with a heated glaze in his eyes, and a foolish giggle underneath his palm.

'Hmm... planning to get mated just after the war are you? Say, if you do, can I watch?' He had said with a cunning lewd grin underneath the fabric of his mask. 'W-what! N-n-no! I was speaking in a rhetorical sense! Have you no shame?!'He had responded, while Iruka had given the man a swift slap to the back of his head.

Now, he was at the lagoon bed with Kakashi, who had thankfully changed into his dragon form once more. He had decided firmly that he was going to bathe, he smelled horrid, and even when around Alpha's, he refused to have their odor. The water, though undoubtedly cold, was refreshingly pleasant especially after the day he had been put through.

Kakashi surprisingly -or perhaps not, he did not presume to understand nor know the man's strange mannerisms,- had been reluctant to do, though Naruto had managed to silence his complaints with a bargain for grain at breakfast in the morn. It wasn't as if either Iruka or Kakashi needed sustenance so much as they simply found the act of eating pleasant. Which Naruto found rather fair, he enjoyed his Father's cooking and often asked for an unnecessary second serving.

His previously grime covered underclothing now washed and lain to dry the hidden Omega slipped into the rather cool water with a sigh of content, eager, to get all the different types of fluids off his body and feel clean once more. Instead of running his fingers through his hair like he normally would have, he simply dipped beneath the surface and called it a job well done, although mentally his mind screamed at him for taking a coward's rout.

It was perhaps because he was to distracted by knocking the water out of his ears that he did not hear the ominous slide of fabric and foreboding thud of footsteps until it was too late. The water splashed around him as suddenly there were three large splashes disturbed its tranquil state.  

He turned in fear, internally ready to fight, when he came across the joyous face of one Ino Yamanaka. Faced with gleaming blue eyes and a coy but rather happy smile, the first thing he took note of was the rather remarkable fact that her hair was down, pooling, and slightly floating on the lagoon's surface.

Then of course he took in the rather obvious fact that she was very nude. Which made his eyes snap up from traversing her form more than he had, particularly the lower regions.

He had seen female Alpha breasts before, it wasn't as if they cared whether or not they were shown Alpha females had breasts which could hardly be called breasts -mostly because there wasn't a need for them, they didn't produce milk after all.- However, regardless of that small fact, he had no desire to see the other parts of Ino's genitalia. He turned away mostly out of respect, and rather not wanting to admit it to himself, embarrassment.  

That unfortunately did not last, for when he turned away his eyes caught onto something else/ Rather someone else, standing atop a rock and looking rather smug, yet, reluctant. Completely naked Sakura stood, hands folded over her breast, chin tilted upward, and to the poor blond's horror flaccid penis almost directly in front of his face.

Unable to stop himself he jumped back, nudging the blonde Alpha beside him with his elbow rather roughly as he did so. His face the very depiction of red, he was sure he could outmatch his Mother's hair with its brightened and nearly luminescent colour.