[Naruto] [Crackfic] Ganbatte ne, Oiroke-chan

[yasuhei]

Not my best work, in terms of prose style. trying to pull this one out faster and sillier than usual.

Mage's fault I'm bothering to post this here, and thanks to the following for support, ideas and edits: Beigechocobo, Belgarion213, Mage-Ohki, and Vasey. Also probably other people i dont remember right this second.


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Ganbatte ne, Oiroke-chan
A Naruto crackfic
By yasuhei
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It wasn't much of a difference really, just a few careless, scornful words from a chunin Naruto had never even met before.

"What the hell are you doing Jiraiya-sama? The second most powerful ninja in our village deserves better than to have a brat like you following him around. You should just leave him alone."

The chunin's face didn't even register in his mind, but his words echoed in his head like the tolling of some massive bell.

The second most powerful ninja.... Naruto really had to get that man to train him.

It wasn't much of a difference, but it was enough.


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"Then will you supervise my training?"

"Yes, but there is one condition... You must remain in that form whenever you are with me."

Naruto could feel her eyebrows twitching, her jaw clenching instinctively. That idiot! That stinking stupid pervert! She almost let her control over her jutsu slip, almost told him exactly what it was she thought of him, but...

...Second most powerful ninja in the village...

And there was Hinata too. She'd seen her in her dreams last night, first standing injured and defiant against that asshole he now had to fight, and then later, lying battered, bruised and unconscious. He barely knew the girl, but she still deserved vengeance, and she certainly didn’t deserve to go around believing that she would always have to play second fiddle to her ass of a cousin just because some stupid fate decreed it. Even Naruto himself... he didn't want people in the village believing all those things about destiny and fate, because one day she was going to be Hokage, no matter what fate had to say about it.

"Alright..." her voice was quiet for once. She might need the damn pervert's help, but she didn't mean she had to like what he wanted her to do.

"What was that?" The old man looked taken aback, surprised even.

"I said Alright," she repeated. Louder this time, irritated, "I'll stay like this if you promise to train me."

The old man's huge grin spread back out across his face, and Naruto wondered if she'd been wrong. Maybe he hadn't been surprised at all before, or maybe he'd just misheard her. He reached his arm right out and placed it on top of her head. Gently mussing her hair.

"Alright. A deal's a deal after all. What should I call you?"


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"What the hell was wrong with my other clothes?"

It was hard to keep respecting the toad sanin when he kept grining like that every time he looked over her.

"What's the point of me agreeing to teach you if you look like a babe if you just go and cover yourself with those stupid baggy orange clothes. Anyway, were at a river, and babes are supposed to wear bikinis at the river."

Naruto grumbled to herself, but conceded the point. The swimming costume that Jiraiya had given her didn't even have any orange in it, being white with pale blue flowers instead. At least it did a fairly good job of covering her up, for a bikini, but she was still determined that if the old man was going to keep making her do this that she'd buy herself a bikini tomorrow. Anything had to be better than something he'd chosen for her, and she'd feel more like herself if she could at least manage to wear something orange.

"Okay then Naru-chan, why don’t you try walking on the water again."

"Stupid Ero-senin! My name's Naruto, not Naru!"

"Hmm," the older man said, turning away from her, his voice suddenly completely uninterested, "Naruto doesn't sound much like the name of the sort of sexy babe who I'd want to train."

"Wait, I didn't mean that..."

"Well then! Naru-chan it is!" and suddenly he was all smiles again, and Naruto was feeling both stupid and confused, "Well then Naru-chan, try to walk on the water again."

She stepped off the bank and onto the water's surface as gently as she could, trying to keep the charka flow steady, and regulate it as the water shifted beneath her. It had been tricky enough to start with, but now while she had to charka trickling into the oiroke no jutsu as well, the task was near impossible. She wobbled, her feet sinking beneath the surface of the water. She turned slightly, hoping her new sensei would have advice that might save her. Instead he was staring hard at her now bare midriff.

It turned out that the water here was quite cold.

Shivering slightly, she pulled herself up from the water, wrapping her arms around her stomach and wondering why her new sensei wasn't handing her the towel so she could quickly dry off before trying again. In fact he was actually letting it drop to the ground from limp fingers.

Naruto's first real indication that something was wrong was when she felt the bikini briefs start to slide too easily down her legs.

"Oh god," Jiraiya finally spoke, "Oh god its horrible, but I can't look away."

Naruto looked down.

Oh.

At some point he'd stopped maintaining the Oiroke no Jutsu.

After that incident he was significantly more careful.


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By evening time Naruto was exhausted enough that she was even willing to lean up against the old man for a little extra support as they walked. Strangely enough, he had yet to do any of the sorts of things she'd worried he might. In fact, ever since he'd insisted that she wear a dress that he'd pulled from somewhere instead of just using transformation to change into her usual clothes, he'd been strangely inoffensive. She was glad that he wasn't doing anything worse than keeping her steady with one hand on loosely on her shoulder, but it made her worry if anything was wrong with him. He didn't even seem to be leering at her. For such a big pervert that seemed really strange, but then maybe he was just waiting until they were at the bath house.

The lady at the kiosk seemed to know Jiraiya. It was remarkable how many people seemed to, and more remarkable still that for all his age and quite apparent perversion that so many of the girls seemed quite pleased to see him.

"Ahh hello Jiraiya. Nice to see you again," and then as her eyes switched to Naruto, "And who is this young Lady? Your daughter maybe?"

"Granddaughter is more likely." Naruto snorted, but the older two just ignored her.

"Ahaha, no," Jiraiya laughed unconvincingly, leaning forwards on the kiosk, his voice growing louder as his eyes found the neckline of the lady's top, "This is Naru, my new student."

"Oh really?" she asked, stealing a very pointed glance in Naruto's direction, "Is she a good student?"

"Oh very," Jiraiya replied easily, though with the way he was drooling Naruto wasn't sure if he actually knew what he was saying, "She's very enthusiastic, willing to learn, and can keep going a long time! Just the qualities I'm looking for a student. But my evenings are still free, in case you find yourself getting bored."

The women frowned a little more with each compliment that the sanin gave Naruto, and by the end of it Naruto could almost feel the glare on her skin. It was no wonder the old man kept getting slapped if this was how observant he was when talking to women.

"Well I suppose you'll be wanting towels for your baths," Jiraiya looked like a kid whose candy had been stolen when the lady turned away to grab towels for both of them, "Enjoy your baths."

Naruto sighed as she followed after the old man. She hoped the lady wasn't going to hold this against her. The one and only redeeming feature of having to spend the day in oiroke no jutsu had been that the angry glares from the town populace had been absent. Well now there was at least one woman who would be happy to glare at her again.

"Stop Naru-chan," the old man was holding her at arms length now, "Where do you think you are going?"

"To the baths?"

"Naru-chan, do girls normaly go into the boys side of the baths? Well, unless... maybe you are that sort of sexy babe, hmm Naru-chan?"

She coloured immediately, cheeks feeling incredibly hot at the suggestion. She hadn't meant to, she just hadn't thought about it. At all.

"I'm nothing like that, you stupid old pervert!"

"Well off you go then Naru-chan. Have fun." His leer, and the way he wiggled his eyebrows gave her a very good idea of what type of thing he was thinking, and she swallowed trying very hard not to think along similar lines.


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The girls side wasn't as different as she had expected. The tiling was edged with a soft pink, instead of green, but apart from that differences seemed rather minor. The biggest difference Naruto was able to notice was the ominous feeling that she got every time she considered walking out of the doors of the changing room and into the actual baths. She'd never felt like that in the guy's baths. Well she couldn't stay here forever, and besides if she did she'd just end up seeing the people after they'd gotten out.

When she finally did step out she did her best to keep her back to the guys section of the baths – there was no telling if Jiraiya had a peeping hole here too or not – shuffling crab like along the edge of the pool. Naruto slipped down into the pool as quietly and stealthily as was possible in her current condition, taking a seat far enough from the other customers to avoid the chance of accidental body contact. Right now her best wasn't good enough; the woman to her right seemed to have noticed her.

"Are you alright, love?" Her voice was gentle and matronly.

Naruto nodded, doing her very best to keep her eyes trained on the water. Don’t make eye contact, she told herself, and she might leave you alone. "Uh yeah, I'm fine. Better than fine really. Really, I'm great."

There was a long enough pause that Naruto thought that the lady had forgotten her, but alas it was not to be.

"Was it your first time dear?"

"What?" Naruto was confused enough that she actually looked up. For a second her eyes stayed on the woman's breasts, before springing up to her face.

"Well, you were walking a little strange. Don’t worry, the soreness will disappear in a day or so."

Behind her Naruto could swear she heard the faintest traces of giggling.

"Uhh.." she still had no idea what they were on about. Was this some secret women's language or something? If she revealed she didn't understand would they know she was an imposter? "Uh, I'm just tired after sensei trained me all day."

"Oh really? Is that what young people call it nowadays?"

"Well yeah, I guess that’s what we call it." Though what else they could call it eluded Naruto right now.

"I remember my first time," the woman on her other side commented, sighing, "He took me all the way up to Mount Horai, and we did it amongst the wildflowers. My dress was practically ruined by the pollen."

It was funny, Naruto noted as she inadvertently looked over at the woman, she didn't look much like a ninja. She wondered what she'd been training for.

By now however, she was absolutely certain that she could hear giggles.


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Part Two
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The nightdress felt like a tent around Naruto when she woke up in the morning, and it was rubbing on her in a weird way. She was used to scratchy cotton boxers, not this light and silky smooth material that brushed against her distractingly.

Talking about scratching... she dropped her hand down between her legs to get rid of an itch, and stumbled into the bathroom. Loaded her toothbrush up, and lifted her face to look into the mirror.

He'd let the oiroke no jutsu slip sometime in the night.

Well that, combined with the fact that he'd just woken up, explained why it was rubbing distractingly down there. It actually felt sort of good, this sort of material against him, but it looked completely stupid.

He quickly transformed into a she, rapidly filling out the nightgown and changing from looking embarrassingly ridiculous into, well... into something that Jiraiya definitely would have approved of. Not her definitely not her. Hastily she rearranged the garment properly on her frame.

Boy, it must have been colder in here than she'd realized.

This was all stupid anyway. How the hell was she supposed to keep up the Oroike no Jutsu while she was asleep? She didn't really understand how she could be exected to focus on anything while her mind was busy dreaming, but the old man had been pretty adamant about it.

"If you want to be a Super Pervert like me then you have to make everything training!"

"I don’t want to be a pervert, you stupid old letch!"

"If you want to be a Great Ninja like me then you have to make everything training!"

Sighing, Naruto finished brushing her teeth, and started going about the other tasks of getting ready for the morning. Really, she wasn't sure if she should be looking forward to the old man's training, or fearing his next dose of stupidity.


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By late afternoon that day Naruto was actually able to walk on the water and only get the soles of her feet wet. She was sore, wet and tired, and moving to the centre of the stream where the water was moving faster still gave her trouble.

Only a couple of hours into the next day she had it down pat. It had actually been pretty easy. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that the orange bikini and sarong that she'd picked up made her feel much more confident and like herself, maybe it was the fact that the old letch had actually started offering useful hints and reminding her of them when she started to panic, or maybe it was just that he wasn't leering as much at her anymore... Well, she wasn't noticing it as much, at least.

This was her third day with the sanin, and already some of his antics were starting to seem normal. The way he watched her was uncomfortable, but she'd learnt to block out both his stares and the control that the oiroke required out of her conscious thought, and to focus solely on the task at hand.

"Congratulations Naru-chan!" the old man gushed as she easily stepped back onto dry land again, "I think you might be ready for the next step now."

Reverently the old man held out a bungle wrapped in fine rice paper to Naruto. What could it be, she wondered as she took it from him. A cool jutsu scroll? Something to let her summon great big toads the same way she'd seen the old man doing that first time at the baths? She tore the paper back in one excited moment to find...

Sandals. Stiletto heeled sandals with girly little straps all over them.

It wasn't quite the cool gift she'd been expecting, but when she lifted her eyes from the gift to her sensei's face his perverted grin dropped away immediately to be replaced by what she was coming to think of as his serious teaching expression. It was much better than his 'he's looking at my ass again' expression, and it was enough to stop her immediately assuming the worst of him.

"Why the hell do I need sandals?"

"You're going to be walking on the water now while wearing those."

"Huh? Why should I do that? I already learnt how to walk on water."

"Don’t be foolish," Jiraiya said, leaning forward to bring an intense stare to bare upon Naruto, "With high heels far less of your feet are in contact with the water, so of course the control over you charka has to be even greater. And besides," he added, not quite as an afterthought, "Wearing high heels will make your calves look fantastic!"

It was, it turned out, much harder to water-walk in heels. In fact, to start with she even had trouble walking on land without wobbling, and when she had sorted that out she found herself rapidly reacquainting herself with the idea of frequent and accidental baths.

Jiraiya had little sympathy for her.

"Not only do the heels force you to refine your control, but they will also help you develop your balance further. Ahahaha, Naru-chan, your sensei is brilliant!"

Naruto had her doubts about it. There were plenty of women out there who wore high heels, and that didn't seem to make any of them excellent ninja.

"Couldn't I just walk along fences or something?"

Still, walking on water in heels was difficult, and if the old perv was correct this might be a step towards defeating Neiji, and a step towards becoming Hokage.


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The same ladies were in the bath house again that evening, for the third night in a row, and by now they were starting to treat Naruto in a way that made her almost feel like she was some strange sort of family member. Not that she really knew what family was like or anything anyway, but still. They were kind to her, seemed interested in what she was doing even if that was only so they had something to gossip about, and they treated her like she belonged. It was like putting on a dress and coming out this way just a handful of times had granted her entry into some sort of strange club. The Association of Female Familiarity, or something.

Well she could cope with being part of any strange club she supposed, as long as it didn’t mean she was supposed to start crushing on Sasuke, writing stupid love letters, or going to the toilet in pairs. That would just be too creepy. Going to the toilet at all in girl form was quite creepy enough.

Her only real fear was that it wasn't actually a club at all, but instead a strange twilight world that she was stumbling into every night. That the people were really just malicious spirits, trying to trick her out of her soul, or into staying here for all eternity. If they ever offered her any food in here then Naruto would be certain to turn it down.

On the other hand it felt nice. It was good to have people who seemed to genuinely enjoy her company, instead of merely tolerating it, and they barely even knew her yet.

She was getting better at this whole bath house thing too, she felt. She was barely staring at their breasts at all anymore! It sort of felt good to know that she could teach her to look at the naked women less even while she was hanging around a letch like Jiraiya all the time.

She was really grateful to be able to slip into the hot water today. Her legs ached from the tips of her toes all the way up. Her feet were the worst of course, but the steep angle of the heels had forced her to use allsorts of muscles in ways she wasn't accustomed to. Even her buttocks and her lower back were aching, though not as badly.

Her sigh of relief must have been louder than she thought, because the two ladies who she always sat with, Miyu and Haruka, looked over immediately.

"You look sore." Haruka, the younger of the two commented.

She nodded, taking her time to enjoying sensation of the very hot water before replying. "Yeah... My legs hurt all over..."

"Oh I see... I suppose your sensei has been working you pretty hard then?"

"Uhh, yeah I guess he has," it was strange really, Naruto reflected, the way that Haruka and Miyu gave each other that strange look every time they said the word sensei, "He got me to do it all wearing heels today, and I've never worn them before."

She closed her eyes sinking down into the water until it was lapping at her chin. Beside her Miyu cleared her throat.

"Naru dear, do you really think it's alright for him to make you do all these things. I mean you are old enough now to decide how you dress for yourself, aren't you?"

"I guess," Nauto struggled for the words. It was pretty hard to think when the water was feeling this good around her, "But, uhh... He is my sensei, and he's just doing it because he's trying to train me to be better. Well mostly, at least."

It sounded like Haruka couldn't decide if she was giggling or choking. Miyu on the other hand snorted, like she didn't approve of training, or something. Well even if she really had been a proper girl, then Naruto still would have been a great ninja, sop she didn't care what the other women thought. Still, she couldn't be mad, because the older lady was just trying to be nice to her really.

"Naru-chan, how old are you sweetheart? Seventeen? Eighteen?"

"Uhh.... Yeah, I guess so." That was just a little bit older than she really was, but the idea of having to start trying to explain how she'd come to have a body older than her real age was a horrifying one. And besides, what if they started treating her like a kid when they found out she was younger?

"Well, I know you are old enough to decide for yourself now, but don’t you think that maybe your sensei is just a little bit too old for you?"

"Uhh.. No, not really. I mean its not like he's the sort of old geezer who's too tired to keep going long. Besides, if he was too much younger he wouldn't be as good at it."

"Oh, he must be really experienced!" said Haruka brightly, the mention of training always seemed to brighten her up a little, "Don’t worry we understand. It can be really nice to have a talented sensei. Just be careful, okay?"

"If any thing goes wrong," Miyu added, her voice having lost its disapproving tone and gone back to being nothing more than soft and gentle, "Then you can talk to us about it. We'd be happy to help you out if ever need anything, or if he starts to give you any trouble."

She wasn't sure exactly why Miyo was so worried about her training, but the fact anyone was worried about her at all felt nice. She couldn't stop the traces of a blush from spreading across her cheeks. "Thank you 'baachan, neechan."

There was not much else but companionable quiet for a few minutes, until Haruka spoke up again

"You know Naru, I'm surprised it's just your legs that are sore."

"Huh? Why?"

"Well you never seem to have back pains, and well, with your figure... You must have really good support."

"Not really," Naruto confessed, confused once more to what it was these ladies were talking about, but comfortable enough in their presence to be open with them, "I'm an orphan, so there's not really anyone around to support me most of the time."

They both giggled at that, though their expressions were sympathetic, and Miyu reached out to hug her gently around the shoulders with one arm.

"Not that sort of support silly," Haruka told her, "Really Naru, you can be so innocent sometimes. I know, why don’t we take you shopping sometime."

"My husband's away next week," Miyu added, "We could make a time, and then afterwards you can come over for dinner. Make a night of it."

It was nice to have someone offering to let her into their own home, Naruto supposed, but she still had no idea how they had got around to this. This weird secret girl language stuff was complicated. It would be nice, but she wasn't sure that it was a good idea. Besides, she only had three and a half weeks to train for the finals now. She was going to need every bit of time possible for training. She was going to have to turn them down.

"Okay... It sounds really nice."

She just knew she was going to regret this. But for now she just enjoyed the company and the warmth.


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"Okay sensei. I think I've got it." She'd jogged from one bank to the other ten times in a row now without any sort of problems. Walking on water with heels had become almost instinctual, doing it without then was effortless. "So what's next?"

No doubt it would be something stupid.

"Now I want you to stand on the water, just near the bank facing me, and I want you jump up just a little."

Yup. It was stupid alright. She did it anyway, and found that her feet sunk below the surface of the water for a second, and suddenly the exercise made a little more sense.

"So still more control exercises sensei?"

"What?" Her sensei asked, sounding distracted, his eyes fixed intently upon something not quite at eye level, "What? Oh. You need complete freedom of movement in case you ever have to fight on water. Now just get back to bouncing. Uh jumping. I mean jumping."

One day, Naruto figured, she'd actually be grateful for listening to this stupid letch.


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[Dumbledork]

Oh! So you're posting it here too? Great work. Can't wait for more.

[borgrabbit]

Too too funny. Someone ought to do a Jiraya meets Happosai fic. It might be fun to expand Naru's acquaintance list in girl form to others. I can picture Gai or Lee trying to impress Naru-chan with their youthful maleness. At some point, would Naruto see through the pervert hermit's wiles? Although, the addition of kunoichi skills of seduction might serve Naruto in good stead. Isn't the Kyuubi female any way?

Wes

[Spokavriel]

but now while she had to charka trickling into the oiroke no jutsu as well, the task was near impossible

"she had to chakra" doesn't really work and you even have it misspelled charka, had to keep, had to have, but not had to chakra. I guess he didn't end up spotting the seccond seal that was throwing off the Chakra flows.

Reverently the old man held out a bungle wrapped in fine rice paper to Naruto.

Jariah may be a bungler but I doubt he would hold one in his hand. I think you wanted bundle there.

Naruto still would have been a great ninja, sop she didn't care what the other women thought.

Guessing that p is an extra.

Having Naruto bounce so he can watch her chest... Well he is the Pervy sage. I'd like it if there comes a point down the line where Naruto tries to shift back and finds she can't figure out how.

[ranger5]

Interesting to say the least. I love the way you have the old perve using "training" as an excuse ... how the "other" women are interpreting the training ... and just how naive "Naru" is. Maybe its a "popcorn" fic ... but so far a fun ride and interesting.

[TerraBull]

Does that mean that Naruto will learn control and cordination by Exotic Dancing while moving in and out of the base of a waterfall?

What would happen if someone observed this going on? I thought Hinata spied on him at one point?

The advice and techniques he must be hearing from the older ladies, will he realise what it is in time?

A fun read.

[Sunshine Temple]

It turned out that the water here was quite cold.

Only a couple of hours into the next day she had it down pat. It had actually been pretty easy. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that the orange bikini and sarong that she'd picked up made her feel much more confident and like herself, maybe it was the fact that the old letch had actually started offering useful hints and reminding her of them when she started to panic, or maybe it was just that he wasn't leering as much at her anymore... Well, she wasn't noticing it as much, at least.

"Don’t be foolish," Jiraiya said, leaning forward to bring an intense stare to bare upon Naruto, "With high heels far less of your feet are in contact with the water, so of course the control over you charka has to be even greater. And besides," he added, not quite as an afterthought, "Wearing high heels will make your calves look fantastic!"


[I don't know how i missed this fic. But you've got to continue it. It's got good pacing and a wonderful simple humor to it.

[I can see Naru learning more of the "training methods" and adapting them into some powerful and... Jiraiya approved moves.

[yasuhei]

Okay a few responses to comments, then when I've done that another chunk.

"she had to chakra" doesn't really work and you even have it misspelled charka, had to keep, had to have, but not had to chakra.

I meant '...she had to keep her chakra..." I've fixed it in my master copy. The other comments you made too have been fixed also, spork.

as for Charka... I found out that word at somepoint had started auto correcting chakra into charka... god knows why.


[quote=brabbit]Although, the addition of kunoichi skills of seduction might serve Naruto in good stead. [/quote]
I don't know about the seduction part as such, but being a girl upon aoccasion will certainly have some nija applications, if I continue writing past the end of the exam.

Does that mean that Naruto will learn control and cordination by Exotic Dancing while moving in and out of the base of a waterfall? Razz

What would happen if someone observed this going on? I thought Hinata spied on him at one point?

The advice and techniques he must be hearing from the older ladies, will he realise what it is in time?

Did you steal the beta copy of part 3?

Maybe s/he'll notice, maybe s/he won't :p I suppose eventually, though when depends on what seems amusing at the time.

I love the way you have the old perve using "training" as an excuse ... how the "other" women are interpreting the training ... and just how naive "Naru" is.

Well, its not entirely an excuse... not entirely. As for the naievity, well I'm enjoying it too, though its likely over the top.

[I can see Naru learning more of the "training methods" and adapting them into some powerful and... Jiraiya approved moves.

I have yet to decide if the moves, or just the training will be perverted, but it will continue rumbling along slowly


Now for some fic





Part 3
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They still weren't done with done with water training, apparently. Control was good and all, she supposed, but she'd spent four days now with Jiraiya doing little more than basic movement on the surface of the water. She was itching to do something fun, something exciting, like learning a cool jutsu. Only Ebisu's words about how much of an advantage she could get from mastering the basics held her back from letting her grumbles escalate into a full tantrum. The idea of being able to outperform Sasuke in basic jutsu by the time he returned was tempting enough to let her whether the boredom for now. But still…

"…Of course it’s important Naru-chan. You've largely mastered water-walking while consciously focussing. If you can master the art of doing it while thinking completely about something else then not only will it help you fight on the water, but also hold any chakra-forms you are using while being in the middle of combat. So to occupy your mind you are going to learn how to dance."

That sounded fairly reasonable she had to grudgingly admit to herself, there was also the chance that it might actually be quite useful.

"Okay," She said, her voice still laden with suspicion, "But why are you wearing swimmers too?"

Blood was already starting to trickle from the old man's nose as he relied to her. "Well, you are obviously going to need a dance partner, and you wouldn't want my clothes to get wet would you?"

That bit sounded considerably less reasonable.

In the end they decided he'd be fully dressed when he danced with her.

Even then she only wished that she could be wearing more than the bikini, but waterlogged clothes weren't much fun, and she was back to falling in a lot. The old letch was sporting a huge goofy grin as he held her and led her through the dance steps. He must have long ago learnt the art of dancing without thinking about it, because it was pretty obvious what he was thinking about.

She improved of course, both in the dances, and in the frequency and level to which she slipped down into the water.

"Knowing these dances," Jiraiya told her in the middle of a routine, "could also be useful if you ever need to be a guard or infiltrate a high society function."

Every time she seemed to be have the basics of the dance under control Jiraiya would switch them to a new one, until finally her feet stopped slipping below the waterline even while performing completely unfamiliar steps.

She looked up from her feet to her sensei, saw him smiling right at her. She could almost feel a measure of pride emanating from him, for being able to do this even with all the distractions. She could almost feel… She could almost feel…

She could feel his hand on her ass.

She wasn't that good at ignoring distractions

"You need to be able to hold your chakra forms through any distraction," Jiraiya told her when they were back on shore, trying but not quite succeeding in holding his serious face, "No matter how unexpected or unwanted that distraction might be."

After that it was a while before Jiraiya was able to do anything physical, and longer still before he was comfortable peeing.

The letch was still smiling though.


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She checked her dress in the bathroom mirror one final time, making sure it wasn't booby trapped, or styled to cunningly be more revealing than it had appeared before she put it on. It seemed safe, but she wasn't sure she trusted it. It was one of the things that Jiraiya had given her, and his recent behaviour had proven that he was well and truly capable of stepping outside the bounds of acceptable levels of perversion.

Thinking of his recent behavior made her want to both wince and grin all at once. She didn't like what he'd done, or more like she didn't like that he'd done it. On the other hand if he hadn't acted up she wouldn't have injured him, and wouldn't have the rest of the afternoon off. On the balance of it all she decided to be happy.

Well, everything here seemed fine. The neckline of the pale blue dress was a little bit low for comfort, but the loose skirt was long enough to stop it seeming indecent. Time to try the receptionist.

"Hi there. I'm one of Hyuga Hinata's classmates, and I'm having trouble remembering where her room was..."

Piece of cake. Sickly sweet voice and her most innocent and confused expression and she let right through to the hospital wards. Would never have worked in her normal body, so she supposed Jiraiya some thanks for forcing her to stay like this the whole time; he wasn't going to get any though.

The door to her room was shut but not locked, so she let herself right in. Childhood had taught her that waiting around for an invitation got you no where.

"Hi Hinata!" she said dragging a chair over to the bed and summoning as much enthusiasm as she could, given the heavily bandaged state of the girl, "I got the afternoon off training so I thought I'd come on over." The other girl was lying there looking more than a little stunned, and Naruto winced internally remembering too late that the girl had never been the best at dealing with her outgoing nature. "I would have come by before now but I've been training really hard so I can kick your jerk of a cousin's ass during the finals. Don’t worry I'll make him regret being such a jerk to you!"

For a while it seemed like Hinata might not reply at all, like she'd just keep shrinking back on herself, maybe retreat fully into a found seashell or something, but finally she found her voice. "Ahh… ano… umm… wasn't Naruto going to fight Neiji-san?"

"That's right! I'm going to kick his ass!" Naruto nearly jumped out of her seat, already seeing Neiji on the ground at her feet grovelling for her and Hinata's forgiveness…

Her triumphant pose might not have been so strained if it hadn't taken Hinata so long to reply again. "Ano… but… you're a girl…" Hinata's head ducked down, and Naruto could just make out a mumbled "Sorry."

"Well yeah," Naruto admitted sheepishly, "But it wasn't my idea. Kakashi-sensei left to train Sasuke, so I had to find someone to help me train for the finals. Anyway, he's really strong and powerful, but he's a complete letch and he'll only train me if I stay like this all the time, and he keeps making me do all these weird things for him."

"Weird things?" Hinata said in something between a whisper and a gasp, "He makes you do weird things for him?"

"Yeah. But I think his training is really going to help me kick your cousins ass, so it'll all be worthwhile."

Hinata nodded jerkily, combined with how pale her skin was becoming now it made Naruto wonder if maybe she should call over a nurse or something. "Ano... do you like doing those things with him?"

"I guess you know. I mean he hasn't gotten me to do anything that's really fun for me yet, but mostly it's okay. Well, except for what he did to my ass. I didn't like that at all. The stupid pervert." Naruto looked up to find that Hinata had gone as still and silent as a statue. "Hey. Yo, Hinata? Are you okay there?"

She seemed to unfreeze a bit at a time. A hand then a leg then head... until she was fully a person again, not just an inanimate object. She looked slowly up to him and wet her lips. She was trembling like she was scared of something, even as she started to speak again. "Do you... I mean would you ever do something like that with someone else... Someone like... someone younger I mean?"

"I dunno. Ero-sensei is a total perv, but he is very talented and very experienced at that sort of thing."

Hinata sagged back down into the bed for a second, but then seemed to find her second wind. "Well maybe later... you would... with me..."

"Oh! Hinata..." Naruto couldn't believe that he hadn't thought of it earlier. Of course Hinata would want help training too. Of course she'd want to surpass her cousin so that he could never humiliate her like that again. She leaned forward and reached out to give the dark-haired girls hand a quick squeeze. Watched the way her lavender eyes traced the lines of her own face before dropping down below it. "Yeah of course you can. I'm sorry I didn’t offer or anything. We'll do it after the Finals, when you're feeling better."

After that Naruto really did have to get the nurse. Hinata had passed out.


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The kage bunshin had always been Naruto's signature move, and it had always been a hell of a lot easier for her than a lot of the other techniques, but this time it barely felt like he was flexing his mental muscles. She'd only created two of the clones, but even still, perhaps there really was something to the old man's garbage about refining her chakra control

"Okay, so why do I need the clones Ero-sensei? Planning on taking us all on at once?" Naruto cracked her knuckles, grinning at the prospect. In truth even a hundred clones probably wouldn't be enough to take on a man of Jiraiya's power, but after yesterday's stunt she'd welcome even the slimmest chance to pound him into ground again.

The old man just snorted however, not bothering to reply, but instead asking a question of his own. "Have you ever noticed that when a kage bunshin is destroyed that you know exactly how it happened?"

"Uh, I guess." Had he? Sure, he usually knew what had happened, but anyone would, right? You only had to watch the fight to know what was going on, didn't you?

"That's because when you dismiss a kage bunshin some of its memories are transferred directly to you. That is the techniques true brilliance. Today while you continue to work on mastering your control your bunshin are going to work on mastering some jutsu. When you dismiss them at the end of the day, anything they have learnt will be transferred to you, so you can master the jutsu without actually having to study them yourself."

"Okay," Naruto agreed, "But why can’t I just learn the jutsu myself?"

"That's because," Jiraiya said, forming a quick hand seal and forming four clones of his own, "While they are studying with two of my clones, you are going to be too busy fighting me."

This time when Jiraiya grinned Naruto wasn't at all sure that he was thinking something ecchi.


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The cries of not too distant battle were quite audible from the little forrest glade, but the two kage bunshin who occupied it focussed their attention on each other.

"I'm not pulling my top off for you, you stupid letch!" The most female of the two almost growled.

"Not off," the older bunshin reassured her, "Just up a bit. Remember the seal that Ochimaru put on you in the forest, well put on the real you at least? Well we're going to need to do something about that. You might want to lie down for this too." he muttered, pulling a sealed vial of ink and a fine bristled brush from within his clothes.

"Huh, what?" Naruto added intelligently, reluctantly following the old perverts advice. It seemed a little odd that the man knew about what had happened in the forest of death without Naruto having told him, but then he was the second most powerful ninja in the village, Naruto supposed.

"The seal Ochimaru placed on you during the second test," the older bunshin said, dipping his brush to the ink and then starting to paint upon Naruto-bunshin's stomach, "It cuts you off from the Kyuubi's chakra, but it does more than that too. It also destabilises your own chakra control. To master jutsu without injuring yourself you are going to need that control, and unfortunately since you are only a bunshin you don’t have the actual seal on you, so I can't just remove it. Luckily your brilliant sensei has developed a solution."

"Wait," Naruto found herself wondering aloud, "if you remove it then why don't you just remove the one on the real me?"

"It works by magnifying the flaws in your chakra control. If I remove it now then yes, control will be much easier for you, but if you continue to train with the seal as a handicap then you have the chance to iron away flaws that you might otherwise never even feel. So instead I've designed a seal of my own. Thirty seven different runes, a very complex and delicate matter, rebalancing your chakra, but if I do this right then you should be able to learn jutsu while the real you continues to work on your control. Almost done. Just wait a second." He pressed a single fingertip just above her belly button, muttered a single phrase and warmth briefly shot through Naruto's stomach as the seal activated.

She sat up, gingerly touching her stomach and finding the ink was now dry to the touch. It looked, well, complex. Asymmetrical too, like a number of beautiful characters dropped randomly on her stomach. All the seals she'd seen used so far looked a great deal prettier, better organised, designed instead of dumped. She wondered whether something like this could really be useful.

Well, there was only really one way to find out now, wasn't there?

"Hey, Ero-sensei, what jutsu 're ya teaching me first?"


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She was a different sort of sore this evening. When she'd first started coming to these baths the hot water had helped relax her overworked muscles, but today's pains were from when her teacher had struck her, from when he'd thrown her to land hard upon the surface of the water. Thanks to the healing that being the jailor of the Kyuubi provided her with she didn't think any of the bruises were visible any more, but that didn't mean that she couldn't still feel them.

Training today had not only been tiring and difficult today, however, but also fun. Instead of just endless and trying tasks to improve her control she'd actually been fighting. Her teacher was better than her by a wide margin, and she'd been fighting not one of him but three, yet still it hadn't been too frustrating. It seemed that Jiraiya wasn't completely useless for everything after all; He seemed to have quite a good idea of exactly how much to hold back. He had pushed her hard, but not over whelmed her, nor left her feeling that her attacks were completely futile. His two clones had rarely attacked, moving in only when she lost sight of them, or forgot they were there. The purpose, he had explained to her, was purely to keep her more aware during battle; to stop her being surprised, and to help her react well even if she was.

She wasn't sure if it had worked, but it had been fun.

"You're wincing," Haruka commented, glancing over at her, "But smiling. Was he a bit rough today?"

"Not more than normal training is I guess, just it was a bit different today, is all."

"Oh really? I know that your sensei can be quite," Haruka paused for a moment, gently coughing, enthusiastic, "but I thought that was all it was. What exactly to you mean by different?"

"Haruka!" Miyu actually seemed a little upset, "you can't just ask her questions about things like that, especially in such a place. You'll embarrass the poor girl."

"Oh it doesn't matter," Naruto said. One day she'd have to ask Miyu what it was about training that she found so embarrassing. "I don't mind talking about it really. I mean its just training right. It's a pretty normal thing to do, right? Not like there aren't dozens of other people out there doing the same thing, so I don’t mind talking about it."

Miyu suddenly sounded like she was choking, and Naruto turned to her worried. Haruka however didn't seem in the least bit worried, just leaning towards Naruto and gently pushing one of her elbows against her. "In that case spill. I want all the gory details."

"Well it wasn't gory or nothing weird like that, just, well... You know that Ninja's can create clones of themselves right? Well, sensei made two clones of himself, and they all trained me at once."

Miyu's voice was quiet, and sounded a little worried. Something like a cross between one of Sasuke's squealing fan-girls and a disapproving woman. "Oh Naru-chan, that sounds a little bit... dangerous."

"Or thrilling," Haruka interjected, "How was it? Good right?"

"Well," Naruto thought back over the afternoon, trying to ignore the jutsu parts not wanting to make things more complicated that necessary, "At first it was just really confusing. He kept coming at me from all these different directions and places, and yeah... But I got used to it after a while, worked out how to focus on all of them at the same time."

Haruka laughed aloud, "Sounds like you are developing some real talent girl! Girls as wild as you normally aren't so monogamous."

"Haruka..." Miyu cautioned again, but she sounded sort of breathless, and her shoulders were shaking.

"I guess not..." Naruto muttered, just wondering what the hell monogamous meant.

"Sometimes," Haruka said sighing, "I really wish my husband was a little bit more like your sensei."

Women really were a little strange.


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[Comartemis]

the little forrest glade

Only one r in forest unless you're referring to Forrest Gump.

[Musouka]

They still weren't done with done with water training, apparently.

"done with" shows up twice.

[Spokavriel]

Ok you might need a little work with the Hinatta scene. I mean you don't tell her who the Sensei is only that he insists Naruto does the training as a girl. It doesn't support the conclusions she draws enough. Maybe if you drop in a pervy sage statment or something it would help.

"Oh really? I know that your sensei can be quite," Haruka paused for a moment, gently coughing, enthusiastic, "but I thought that was all it was.

Since Enthusiastic is actualy said why is it in the action instead of with the rest of the spoken text?

Nice addition. So how long till Naruto starts to wise up to what everyone else thinks is going on? Can't go much longer without figuring it out.

[Questara]

Ok you might need a little work with the Hinatta scene. I mean you don't tell her who the Sensei is only that he insists Naruto does the training as a girl. It doesn't support the conclusions she draws enough. Maybe if you drop in a pervy sage statment or something it would help.

You know, it might be just as funny if she assumes that he's talking about Kakashi, cause everyone KNOWS he's a pervert.

[Spokavriel]

You know, it might be just as funny if she assumes that he's talking about Kakashi, cause everyone KNOWS he's a pervert.

Unfortunately there's that complaint about Sauske getting Kakashi Sensei. So that's ruined.

[yasuhei]

Musoka, I've now fixed that error in my master copy, thanks.

Spork: basically the whole premise to the fic is that everyone is making assumptions. I'll take a look back over it later and see if it needs strengthening, but I have yet to see a problem. I'm not going to be mentining who naruto's teacher is though...

Have uploaded the earlier parts of this to my ff.net account now. http://www.fanfiction.net/~yasuhei


Now, more of the fic...





Part 4
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Morning again, light trickling in and making bright pools amongst the crinkled valleys and rises of his bed-sheets. The sheets were of the same shimmering satin material as her nightclothes now, and were new. New, like the fluffy pink pillows, the cushions in the shape of love hearts, the lava lamps, and the mirror mounted on the ceiling above the bed. He'd had to cover that last one up; it had been far too creepy waking up in the morning and seeing himself floating up there dressed in women's nightclothes.

Really it was all a little creepy. Everything was so soft and gentle and feminine. He'd lived his life surviving with whatever he could get his hands on, and now to have such lavish and comfortable furnishings around was difficult to get used to. Every day it was like waking up in some strange twilight world where he was actually allowed to own nice things. He did wish more of it was done in masculine colours, like orange and black, but given that the old letch had first insisted on it and then paid for and fixed up everything himself, Naruto wasn't about to complain. It was nice to have a bed and furniture that was actually comfortable, and he figured that once he was finished training with Jiraiya he could just re-colour it himself. In the mean time he just hoped that no one he knew too well happened to see it.

How many days, he wondered? How long till the exam now? Neither memory nor cognitive functions were up to working yet, so he abandoned his search for the specifics. He was coming to both welcome and dread the end of the training now. As irritating as some of the old man's training methods were, and as irritating and perverted as the man himself could be, Naruto had to admit that he was getting results. His chakra control had improved to the point where jutsu he had once struggled with were easy, and now with the kage bunshin training he was learning new ones too. He couldn't wait to show off his improvement during the exam as he ground Neji to the dirt.

On the other hand though, he wondered what would happen when the exam was done. Was ero-senin going to want to see him ever again? Maybe once he'd lived up to Naruto's request to train him for the exams he'd want nothing to do with him anymore. Naruto was quite worried about that, though he wasn't always happy to admit it to himself. If the old man did go then he'd end up missing him.

He'd never had such personal training before; in the academy two teachers had taught a whole class-room of students, and Kakashi had never had a particularly hands on approach to the matter. When he trained with the old letch he actually felt like the man genuinely cared how his training went. Probably a large part of it was just the way he looked in his Oiroke no Jutsu body, but it felt like Jiraiya actually appreciated him. Even when the perv had seen his apartment and started yelling all that annoying crap about it being no fit place for a beautiful babe to live, even then it had been sort of nice too, to have someone caring about what happened to her.

Well lying here worrying about it wouldn't make the exam come any sooner or later, and besides, his bladder was starting to make urgent demands upon his attention.

He slipped out of the too comfortable bed and hurried towards the bathroom, feeling the delicate, brushing touch of his satin skirt against his legs as he went. The floor boards were too cold this early in the morning, but not so bad as the bathroom tiles. Briefly he wondered if there was someway he could get Jiraiya to pay for better heating too before lifting the toilet seat and slipping one hand down beneath his skirt.

He couldn’t find it

Groping blindly, scrabbling to manage to wrap his hand about it. Only he can't its not there. It's completely gone. How the hell is he going to pee without his penis?

He stopped himself, and started to breathe slowly. Penises didn't just disappear, that wasn't the way the world worked. Slowly he lifted his hand up to his head, grabbed a bunch of hair in his hands and brought it forwards to his eyes.

Long. Too long, and far too silky too.

Suddenly she was having to try and actively remember to breathe again as she realised that she had actually done it. She had maintained her oiroke no jutsu through the entire night.

Emotions boiled within her. She wasn't sure whether she felt triumphant at her success or worried at how easy this was all becoming. She wasn't sure even which of those it was she wanted to feel.

In the end she delayed feeling either in favour of sitting on the toilet and not wetting herself.


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"Why to I have to do all this dancing anyway?" Naruto grumbled, "I thought we were done with all the chakra control exercises."

These particular dances were ones for which she had no partner, and if the truth were to be told now that she was getting the hang of the movements and patterns she was actually starting to find the dance quite calming and relaxing. She wasn't sure how exactly this was supposed to help her against Neji though, and she had an uncomfortable suspicion that the perv was only having her do them so that he could watch. The dances were full of rolling, sensuous movements, which she had no doubt her sensei found very pleasing to the eye.

"Hmm what was that?" Jiraiya said from where he stood behind her, "Oh, sorry I was just distracted by something. You can't ever be finished with chakra control. There's always room for more improvement, and especially in your case, but that's not what this training is about."

"It's not?" Naruto wondered aloud, the steps of the dance turned her around and her back facing her sensei, whose gaze crept up from waist level.

"Of course not. If this was just for control I'd have you doing something more complicated too. We both know you are well and truly capable enough of dancing on water without difficulty. No, this training is for your taijutsu."

Naruto wasn't exactly sure how dancing was supposed to improve her taijutsu skills, and she tried to let him know that, but he just waved off her concerns.

"You commit to the attack far too soon and far too fully, Naruto. You leave yourself far too open to counter attacks. When you have to dodge you do it with your whole body and let it disrupt your own attacks. In this way, you let your opponents control the pace and movement of the combat. I need to teach you how to flow around attacks, and how to fluidly switch between attack and defence."

"And how is dancing supposed to do that?" Naruto asked doubtfully. Training with Jiraiya was a little bit like watching an action movie; suspension of disbelief was definitely required. Still, he managed to get results anyway. Somehow.

"Naru-chan, you need to start trusting your sensei's teaching methods," the letch said, his face twisting into a horrible rictus as he tried to affect a cute and offended look, "Your own style is sharp, percussive, and you telegraph your moves far too much. The dance style you are learning is far more fluid, each movement gracefully melting into the next one. It will help you, but the dance isn't the training, just the preparation. The real training is managing to keep dancing while I attack you!"

He lashed out at her, and Naruto barely managed to dart to the side.

"No. No No!" Jiraiya said, "You dodged. Don’t dodge it. Dance around the blow instead. Start again, from the beginning."

She did. Again and again. Her sensei's attacks were few, but they came at different stages through the routine each time, and she never saw them coming in advance. And again and again he would hit her, or she would loose control of the dance.

"You messed up your foot work. Start again."

"You lost your timing. Start again."

"Your flow is broken. Again"

There were situations, she was discovering, in which her sensei could be deadly serious, and situations where dancing could be anything but calming.


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This night the bruises were all gone by the time Naruto reached the bathhouse. Today the old man hadn't been hitting particularly hard or fast, and her body hadn't been pressed too hard, but that didn't change her need for relaxation tonight. The ninjutsu training with the kage bunshin was mentally exhausting as usual, but worse than that was the pure frustration that had come from the dance.

Jiraiya's attacks had been slow. She could have dodged anyone of them normally, but when she did she dropped out of the dance. It was maddening, seeing the blows coming at her so slowly, and yet being able to do so little to avoid them.

Still it was to be expected, she supposed. This time she wasn't just learning a move or a technique, she was trying to learn an entirely new methodology, and that was proving to be a whole lot more difficult. At this rate she was going to be spending at least another few days working on it, and even then it wouldn't be done. Jiraiya had already told her that as soon as she could dodge she had to learn to mix in attacks with the dance too.

Well, she supposed, at least her control had improved enough by now to stop her falling down into the water every time she made a mistake.

She dropped some coin on the Kiosk's counter, smiled at the woman there, and tried to ignore the fairly frosty look she got in return from the woman working there as she was handed her towels. It seemed that the old lady still hadn’t completely forgiven her for the crime of being Jiraiya's student, which was funny because the woman seemed to really quite like the old man himself.

She stepped into the women's changing area, dropped her towels on the bench and reached behind her neck to untie the bow that held her silk sundress up. She tugged it loose, used one hand to hold the front of the dress at her breasts, and used the other to find the small zip at the back that would let it slip down off her hips. As she did this, she turned to smile at the girl who happened to be undressing beside her and…

…froze.

"Sakura..." Naruto heard the words leaving her own mouth, though she hadn't intended to speak at all. She had the terrible feeling that her smile had become more of a grimace. Shit. Shit. Shit. She was going to be killed.

"Uh hello. Do I know…." Sakura stopped, her green eyes growing large, her pink hair seeming to lift a little from her head of its own accord, "...Naruto?"

Naruto flinched. Oh god… She rigidly kept her eyes from dropping from Sakura's face, but even so she could tell that Sakura wasn't wearing anything more than a bra on her upper half. Oh shit. This was going to end up hurting, she was sure of it.

She opened her lips to try and speak, but the attempts died in her throat, and she really didn't know what to say anyway.

"Naruto... What the hell are you doing in here!"

"I... I... I... uh... well..." there was a good explanation, she knew there was, but it wasn't coming to his mind, "uh, to bath?"

She winced, knowing that was far from good enough. That truth was reflected in Sakura's eyes, which blazed in fury. Sakura reached forward with her left hand to roughly seize Naruto's upper arm, lifted her right arm up, ready to strike.

"You pervert, Naruto!"

The dress slipped out from beneath Naruto's now numb fingers, dropping fast, pooling around her waist for a moment before slipping past her hips too. Sakura's eyes darted downwards, and held there. Her strike faltered, ground to a halt too few inches from Naruto's face.

"...Naruto, what are you wearing?" Naruto wasn't sure how to read her expression now. The rage was muted, twisted into something weird that she didn't quite understand.

She followed Sakura's gaze downwards, to where the girl was staring at her breasts, and the lacy blue bra that matched the colour of her eyes.

"Uhh... a bra?" Naruto hazarded as a guess. It was pretty obvious what she was wearing though, and she doubted that pointing it out would ease Sakura's desire for righteous anger, so maybe an attempt to expand upon that a little was in order, "Uhh... it's not my idea or anything. Ero-sensei makes me do it. I wouldn't have done it at all if he didn't make me!"

His voice was starting to sound quite panicked, and he wasn't even sure what he was saying wasn't his fault anymore. Probably didn't matter, it was likely the letch's fault anyway.

Sakura seemed to have forgotten how to move. Her arm was still stopped in mid strike, hanging in mid air and reminding Naruto that her execution might have been not stayed but only delayed.

"Ero-sensei?" Sakura asked, her voice distant, numbed somehow, "Who?"

"Err," said Naruto, wondering at how strangely the conversation was changing. Wasn't Sakura going to hit her? "Well, you know how Kakashi left town? Well I had to get a different sensei, and he's sort of a pervert and he wanted me to err… do it, err... well, like this... And the bathing too and the dresses and that other stuff…"

"Do it like this..?" she repeated looking even more shocked now, like a big explosive note had gone off too close to her. "Do that other stuff… Oh Naruto… Why… why would you do that?"

There was something wrong with Sakura's voice. It had gone all weird and trembly. Naruto looked downwards, suddenly feeling ashamed. Was Sakura disgusted with her?

"Well... I really want to get more powerful, and I've got to beat that Neji guy. You saw how much of a bastard he was to Hinata. I guess it seemed worth it to me you know? I mean it's sort of bad, but he is a really powerful teacher and… and… Hinata just didn't deserve that, you know? She didn’t deserve it at all." She swallowed, waiting judgement.

"You did it... for Hinata?"

"Well sort of," Naruto shrugged, "I mean its good how powerful I'm getting, but I wouldn't have started except for her. Um so yeah, I guess I did do it for her."

Suddenly Sakura was lunging towards her again, and Naruto flinched, closed her eyes in anticipation of pain.

The impact hurt far less than Naruto had anticipated. Sakura pressed up against her; collarbones and the tops of small breasts pressing up against Naruto's much larger ones. Slender arms slipped around her, squeezing in on her.

"Oh Naruto," she said wretchedly, "I'm so sorry Naruto."

Naruto could swear she felt water droplets splashing down on the exposed parts of her breasts.

"Um, it's okay I guess..." she said, wondering what the matter was. Did Sakura really think it was that bad to be a woman? Personally she didn’t find it too much different from being a guy, except the way people treated you and looked at you. Mostly that was better when she was a girl really...

"Don’t worry Naruto," Sakurta was squeezing her even tighter now, "It will all be alright. I'll be here for you whenever you need me. Every thing will be okay."

Yep, Naruto decided, women definitely had some weird secret code language.


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It seemed to Sakura that Naruto was taking it all very calmly, considering what was going on in his... In her life at the moment. Still, now she thought of it all through the academy NAruto had never really shown his hurts on the outside. She'd also had more than a week to get used to the idea...

Just the thought of having to get used to it made Sakura want to cry, or throw up.

God, to be able to do something like that, just because you had decided that the reward was worth it... There was something sick about that, and something noble too. It reminded her of Sasuke a little too, in a way that she couldn't really pin down.

"Just don't you dare look at my breasts." She had demanded before they had gone into the bath, and Naruto had readily agreed to it. She'd actually sounded proud as she'd told Sakura that she'd become great at not noticing other girls.

It seemed to be the truth too, because there she was chatting easily with two other fairly attractive older women, seemingly unaware of their naked bodies. She definitely didn’t want Naruto staring at her, but it seemed somehow terribly sad that the training was robbing Naruto of the ability to enjoy the form of what should have been his opposite gender.

She sighed.

Speaking of naked bodies…

In this setting it was all but impossible to notice Naruto's own. The transformation from boy to girl had added a few years to Naruto's body, and to her figure as well. It left her with a figure that was toned and slender from tip to toes, and a pair of breasts larger and more perfectly formed than Sakura thought that she would ever have. Naruto did have the advantage of being able to decide what she looked like, but even so it made Sakura feel self-conscious and jealous. With a body like that, maybe Sasuke would have noticed her by now...

She let her attention drift back to the other nearby women, the oldest of which was now speaking to Naruto.

"...more dancing with your Sensei then?"

Naruto's face looked so calm now that she was learning back in the hot water, even as she started to talk about the things her sensei had made her do.

"Uhh, not dancing with him, it was a bit different today. Different type of dancing, I think, and he was just standing there watching me while I did the dancing. Well, he watched until he came at me at least. Then I'd try to dodge it you know, but mostly he kept getting me. Stupid old letch."

Came at me...

Sakura blushed as she tried to banish the mental image of a female Naruto, her face wearing a shocked expression as it dripped from her nose and chin down onto her breasts.

She wondered if it would be alright to something like that, even for Sasuke. Somehow she doubted that she'd alright with even that.


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[Dumbledork]

HEHEHE. I love it. Sow what does Sakura think? Does she come to the wrong conclusion like the other women or is she able to interpret Naruto's explanations correctly?