Mission Taken – Ballet of Bloodlust (S-Rank):

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Frowning to herself and thinking that whoever was knocking was going to surely regret it when she got up, the albino female’s eyelids fluttered open and she glanced about her darkened bedroom trying to make sense of what had just woken her up. The dream she had been having was a good one, and the fact that it had been interrupted had pissed her off quite easily. A glance at her clock showed it was nearly nine o’clock in the morning, but that did little to improve her mood considering she had just pulled nearly forty-eight hours straight at the hospital, during which she had preformed four separate surgeries; all of which lasted several hours: on top of her normal duties of course. ”Go. Away.”, the two simple words were spoken with a kind of lethal tone saved for her most hated enemies, yet it did nothing to sway the cackle from the other side. “Not likely, getcho ass dressed and come out here.” There was only one persons voice who could have said that to her without her whipping out some Amaterasu on the whole damn house and that was Kenta. So with a grumble Amaya threw the blankets off o f herself without care and stood up, stretching.

Grumbling obscenities underneath of her breath her feet shuffled across the cold wooden floor as she made her way toward her bedroom door; it was really the only door she bothered locking, but that was mostly because she figured someone would have to be outright stupid to try and rob her. She had a nasty reputation apparently when it came to her enemies, and it was enough to dissuade people from wanting to become them. Unlocking the door and throwing it open she attempted to remove as much as the ‘grouchy, **** off’ look on her face as she could as she folded her arms across her chest and leaned on the door jam. ”What?”, she asked, blinking sleepily: she was assuming considering the early hour that either something had happened or someone had needed killed. Considering the fact that her favorite person in the world hadn’t simply drilled a hole through her door to get to her she was assuming it was the latter. “People need killin’. You can’t do this alone though, take someone. I don’t care who. Maybe Daremo? Just a suggestion.”

Blinking sleepily Amaya reached forward automatically and sure enough the individual in front of her produced a scroll with all of the mission details on it which Amaya took with a soft, ”Kay… shower first.” before heading back into her bedroom with the mission scroll in hand. She didn’t even bother to open the thing and look at it as she went over to her dresser and pulled out an assortment of clothing, not really bothering to care what she was grabbing at the moment as she was too tired to give a damn – she’d regret that later when she got out of the shower though.

With clothing in hand, and grabbing up the mission scroll once more which she had laid on top of the dresser when picking out her clothing and which wasn’t about to leave her sight until she had it properly read, she headed into her private bathroom attached to the bedroom and closed the door behind herself. Placing her clothing down on the sink counter she headed to the shower which she turned on, allowing just the hot to run for several short minutes so that the steam and humidity heated up the otherwise cold bathroom. Satisfied she wouldn’t freeze her naked ass off she finally stripped out of her bed clothing (nothing more than a green t-shirt and black short shorts) and tossed them into the hamper in the corner. Pulling the curtain back she stepped into the shower, clothing the thing behind herself and letting the steam and heat from the shower surround her before bothering to step under the spray. For several minutes she would just stand there, letting the too-hot water just run through her hair and down her body, the near scalding temperature waking her up but only slightly – and definitely not giving her the motivation to make the shower quick like she’d been hoping it would. Reaching forth she grabbed her shampoo, going through the routine of washing and rinsing her hair, followed by conditioner which she allowed to soak in while she washed and rinsed her body. Rinsing her hair free of the residue until it was silky smooth Amaya finally turned the water off and ended her shower.

With a sigh she pulled back the curtain, wincing at the assault of the cold-feeling air on her naked flesh as she reached over and snagged a clean towel off of the rack. She wrapped the first one she grabbed around herself and then grabbed a second which she used to dry off her arms and face before wrapping it up in her overly long white hair. She threw a glance at the counter where her clothing lay, the scroll resting undisturbed on top, and sighed softly: she had really been hoping for a day of rest, but it didn’t look like she was going to get it.

Because her curiosity was winning out for the moment over her general grumpiness Amaya headed over to the counter and grabbed the scroll before taking a seat at the edge of the top and actually bothering to pop the seal and read what was inside. Eyebrows would raise in shock as she read the finer details, chuckling to herself before shaking her head: when Kenta had said people needed killed she had not known he spoke of so many. She was definitely going to take some help with her, and the suggestion Kenta had had of Daremo sounded perfect… of course, she didn’t know if the two lovebirds spent their mornings in bed or not, so chances were someone else was going to end up being disturbed this morning outside of just her.

Rolling the scroll back up Amaya stood once more and set it on the counter, picking up her clothing and realizing suddenly she had brought two shirts instead of a shirt and a pair of pants. Grumbling to herself she put on her under garments and the shirt she wanted before heading back into the bedroom, dragging the scroll with her as she went. She quickly fixed the situation, trading her extra shirt for a pair of pants leaving her properly dressed: a green undershirt with a black vest over top, black pants, and black boots the top of the left on which had the Konoha symbol attached. Her flak jacket was thrown over top, and her weapons pouch added around her left leg before she ended her whole attire by adding both of her arm and leg weights: something which she felt a bit naked without these days – but which she planned to give up soon to someone up and coming whom she had had her eye on.

Fully dressed she brushed her hair quickly but thoroughly before pulling it back into a ponytail, though that didn’t do much considering its current length in keeping it out of her way: she would have to cut it soon, but she had come to loathe the very idea. Shaking the thoughts out of her head she headed into the kitchen and over to the best machine ever made: the coffee pot. She was just turning it on when she noticed that the canister sitting nearby was empty. Grumbling and feeling suddenly grouchy again she flipped the switch back off and grabbed up the mission scroll – which she had brought with her once more. She slipped it into a spare pocket of her jacket before heading out of her house, slamming the door hard behind herself to the point to where the windows rattled and shook: she was hoping like hell Daremo and Kaia had coffee at their house, or else this was going to be a very bad day.

It didn’t take her long to reach their residence; choosing her usual method of moving along upper areas, roof tops, and other obstacles instead of trying to make her way through the streets – she wasn’t a people person on most days, more so not this early in the morning, so it was best she avoid them. So, it wouldn’t be long till she made it to Daremo and Kaia’s, coming to a stop in front of the door and raising a hand to knock – loudly. She had no idea if they were busy and she had no intentions of standing around outside all day simply because someone could hear her knocking. With a yawn she leaned against the door frame, arms folding across her chest as she waited for a response.

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Like clockwork, long, full, black eyes lashes fluttered open, revealing a pair of dark purple eyes. Staring into the abyss which was his room, Daremo glanced at the only source of light in the room, a clock. Five o'clock in the morning, it read, being exactly what time his biological clock has been conditioned to; there was truly no need for him to have a clock for he would automatically wake up at a certain time. It is only because of the sleeping woman currently snuggled up to his bare chest that he kept a clock in his, no, their room. 

Speaking of said woman, purple eyes fell onto the prone figure, watching the rise and fall of her bare chest; the covers which obscured them having been pulled down some time doing the night. Tearing away from her glorious assets, his eyes, having adjusted to the darkness of the room, trail upward. A soft, loving smile spread across his face, yet no one would witness it, as he stared at his lover. Even the dishevel of her hair, one of many shreds of evidence of their activities earlier into the night, didn't subtract from her beauty. Complimenting women on their looks is something he used to do constantly, but, never had any of them truly met his standards until Kaia came into the picture. She had everything he sought for, a wonderful personality, and an amazing body. She was truly a cut above the rest in his eyes.

Brushing a stray strain of black hair from her face, making sure not to wake her from her slumber, it being the last thing he ever wanted to do, Daremo thoughts drifted towards their relationship. It having been nearly seven months since the two have stared dating. With her moving in with him a few months into the relationship. The past six months have been enjoyable for him. Never did the thought of finding a steady relationship crossed his mind. Nor did the idea of joining Konohagakure; he had every intention of leaving Fire Country after a year and disappearing once more. Yet, all of that changed because of Uchiha Amaya being busy and not being able to see Kaia, who came into the hospital for a check-up, and the latter impatientness, which made the fateful encounter possible. Who knew the young woman that had a panic attack in his office would eventually become something more than just a patient - he surely didn't. 
 
"How things have changed.", he murmured under his breath, eyes never leaving the sleeping woman. Normally, he would have gotten up already and started preparing for the day; but, he find himself not doing it much nowadays, instead, staying in bed into his lover wakes from her slumber, and watching her as she sleeps. Some might find the act of watching another creepy, but he does not. It was one of the few times where he hoped and prayed, something he rarely did, that her mind allowed her peace. Sure, she is generally happy but he could readily tell behind those beautiful orbs is pain from past experiences. And, she does what she needs to do in order to keep them at bay. It is why, during her slumbers, that he wish for her to have a peaceful one. And, if not, well, he would be there to soothe her worries and fears; though, usually this doesn't occur when she sleeps in his arms, hence why, he doesn't bother in getting up till sometime after she had. A small discomfort meaning nothing if it meant Kaia got a good night rest. 
 
Being careful not to disturb her, Daremo slowly caressed her cheek, his mind drifted to the thought of his deceased mother - Mayuko. Would she approve of him dating Kaia? Out of all the women he had dated, only two were ever approved by the woman, one being Jugo Tei, his former sensei and mentor, and the other being a fellow geisha who ultimately got killed. The similarities between those two women were day and night from another, but they still got his mother's approval. Looking at Kaia, there was nothing about her which reminded him of either woman. A good thing in truth for his mother tended to dislike women with similar personalities to others he had dated. Kaia had her own uniqueness about her which Daremo believed his mother would love. Although, if she was still alive, the woman might have taken the young Sarutobi under her wing and oversaw her training personally. She didn't like her son dating weak, mentally and physically, women. They must be able to stand up to him when he is in the wrong or for their own beliefs. They must be able to fight alongside him without hindering his performance. But, above all else, they must love him when everything is told.
 
Everything, he could say without question there are certain things about him Kaia doesn't know. Secrets only a select few people have the privilege to know. His reluctance to tell her didn't have anything to do with trust. He simply never found the time to dive into those topics with her. "Maybe today I will tell her.", he mused quietly, his mind quickly weighing the pros and cons of such actions, and coming to the conclusion that it was worth it. He wanted Kaia to understand who he truly is, and hopefully, love him for it. And if that means telling her certain things, and potentially having her leave him because of some atrocities acts he did? Then so be it. For, no matter the outcome of today, he had already decided Kaia would be his last and final love. Having come to the decision, Daremo caressed Kaia's cheek a few more times before allowing his hand to drop back over of figure that was pressed up against him. Eyes closing shut, mind entering a thoughtless void, breathing becoming shallow, as he tries to be reclaimed by sleep. 
 
Unfortunately, after trying to enter dreamland once more, he was denied; it seemed sleep had abandoned him for tonight. With getting more rest not being an option, his attention turned back to the woman sleeping next to him. Though there was no light in the room, he still could make out her womanly assets, the sheets having covered them been long since pulled down allowing him a wondrous view. Eyes locked on slightly redden nubs as images of when he pulled and twisted them earlier in the night flashed through his mind; he felt his mouth getting dry at the thought. More memories of their earlier activities played in his mind like an old projector as he traveled downward, across her tone belly which had been covered in kisses and light bite marks.
 
He didn't hesitate in carefully pulling away from the covers, they have bunched up at her waist, and revealed what was underneath; he felt himself harden at the sight. Her beautiful flower looked tantalizing. Not an area of redness in sight, nothing was left behind to tell of the pounding it received earlier; he made sure to heal away the soreness and redness prior to sleep. Staring at her tight petals, his eyes drifted back up to her face then back at the flower which was becking him. A small decisive war was raged internally with the victor being already guaranteed before it had even started.
 
To not wake her up, yet, Daremo carefully untangled himself from Kaia's person, and moved towards the end of the bed. With uttermost delicacy, he spread her legs, her flower's petals inviting him. Moving closer, his head lowered down towards her flower and took an experimental lick with others following soon after; tasting tangy sweet nectar being a favorite activity of his. With each lick, his tongue sliding over the petals, her body responded accordingly, providing more of her nectar to his greedy mouth. Her soft gasps, moans, and whimpers were music to his ears as he continued to feast on her flowers; his hands having a light grip on her hips to keep her wiggling to a minimal. 
 
"Daremo?", eyes flickered up to greet the blue eyes of his love, her face being flush and breathing shallow, as she stared down at him. He didn't say anything, instead, he focused on lapping up her sweet nectar, and listening to her sounds of pleasure. He mentally smiles when her legs spread wide, she offering herself to him, and he felt a hand keeping him in place; she wanted this as much as he did. With her moans having gotten increasingly louder. The way her body was withering underneath him. And how she had a tight grip on his head and grinding her flower, smearing its' nectar, all over his face. She was close to a release. Knowing this, Daremo targetted her sensitive nub, and no soon after doing so, she exploded, her sweet nectar gushing all over his face.
 
Allowing her to come down from the release, he moved away from her soaked flower. Eyes stared at her prone figure, watching as her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Leaning down he kissed her gently, "The fun is just getting started.", with that being said, moved back between her legs and sheathed himself inside of her flower. Buried deep within her, he stayed there long enough to make a familiar hand-seal as two shadow clones, naked like him, appeared. Not giving Kaia a time to comprehend what was about to happen, he slammed back inside of her flower cause her mouth to open in surprise, and giving enough time for a clone to force his shaft inside. Not wanting to be left out, the other clone wrapped her hand around his shaft with her responding by stroking it and sucking on the other. Despite already enjoying a night of sexual activities, Daremo craved more, and it seemed like Kaia was happy to oblige.
 
Time was lost for the couple. Daremo, with the help of some clones, having brought Kaia to multiple releases. Yet, as he watched his clone slammed into the woman on all fours while he himself was being treated by her mouth, he still wanted more. Unfortunately, before he could continue having his way with her there was a knock at the door. 
 
Though he heard the knock - he ignored it. Instead, forcing himself back into Kaia's mouth, she had heard the knock as well and questioned if he was going to see who it was, and went about treating her mouth as if it was her sex. It didn't take much for Kaia to hit another release, she exclaiming it loud enough that, whoever was at the door, would hear it. With her legs giving out on her, she being caught by the original before she could fall and moved back into the bed, Daremo decided to answer the door, not before dispelling his clones. 
 
Not bothering to put on any clothes, Daremo walked down the hallways and through his living room to reach the door. Peaking through the hole, and seeing who it was, he opened it "You have bad time.", he said in a slightly irritated tone, standing a front of her with no shame at all; his manhood still showing evidence of exactly what he was doing before being interrupted. Turning around, he walked back into his house, "Come in. If you want coffee then you will have to make some. It should be in the cabinet above the coffee maker. You can raid the frig. just don't touch Kaia's Bubble Tea or my sake." he spoke, moving towards the kitchen and fixed himself a glass of orange juice. "So, I can only assume by the way you are dress this isn't a social visit?", he sipped on the orange juice while leaning against the wall.

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2008

There was no mistaking what was going on in the house; even from outside the front door she could hear the distinct noises of pleasure. In any other situation she would have walked away, left them to do their thing and would have instead just came back later on when they would have (hopefully) been finished. She was hardly the type to willingly interrupt someone during such activities: she hated being interrupted herself. But, this wasn’t a normal, everyday, type of situation. If Kenta had pulled her out of bed knowing how much she loved sleep and how evil and grouchy of a person she was without enough of it then that meant he expected and needed this done as quickly as possible. So yeah, she wasn’t budging as she raised her hand and beat on the door again – hard enough to make the thing vibrate from the strength behind it.

Once Amaya was sure the knock had been heard she would fold her arms across her chest, shifting her weight more to the left leg than the right in a casual way that made it look as if she were leaning on an invisible surface, and wait. As she did so she found herself grumbling beneath her breath, ”If I have to Amaterasu the damn door down I will...”, though it was an empty threat at best – or perhaps not empty, so much as something she wouldn’t actually pull considering she considered Daremo and Kaia as friends and respected their privacy to enough of a degree to not go barging in like that.

It would seem, though, that she wouldn’t have to wait long as the sounds of pleasure suddenly died off. Counting silently in her head she counted the seconds to when she heard the doorknob turn as the door was finally opened; her knocking answered. For some the sight of Daremo standing there in all of his sexed up glory probably would have caused a blush or some kind of exclamation of shock, for others they probably would have stumbled over their words as they told him some variation of ‘I’ll just come back later’ but Amaya was no greenhorn when it came to the male (or female for that matter) body. Therefore she didn’t even bat an eye at Daremo’s naked figure, nor the act they had clearly just been in the middle of: no blush hit her cheeks, she didn’t even avert her gaze elsewhere. Instead, slender white eyebrows would simply lift at his comment about her timing and a Cheshire-cat worthy smirk would appear on her lips.

Following Daremo inside she would wait until the door was shut before bothering to respond with a soft laugh, ”To be fair it’s not exactly my timing. Please, I’m the last person to drag someone away from such activities… In fact I’d prefer to still be in bed myself right now since I just getting off of a forty eight hour shift but Kenta dragged my ass out of bed because he had something he wants handled, and he doesn’t want me going at it alone. He threw your name out in that kind of way that sounds like a suggestion but you know it isn’t.”, Amaya would explain as she followed Daremo into the kitchen – still completely not bothered by his nakedness and rather at ease. She didn’t bother going for the fridge – food was not an important part of waking up for her – but instead headed to the coffee pot, located the coffee in the cabinet above just as Daremo had said she would, and went about making the black gold she so desperately needed in the mornings before she could even attempt to be a half-way decent human being: it was probably a good thing she considered Daremo and Kaia her friends, because it meant her grouchiness wouldn’t be directed toward them, where as everyone else would be fair game for her bitchiness.

Listening to the coffee for a second as it began to peculate, she would turn around and lean against the counter, reaching into the pocket she had stuffed the scroll Kenta had given her in. She glanced at it for a moment, taking note of all of the details: an S-rank mission to eliminate a rather decent sized group (nearly twenty shinobi, two special jounin, seven chuunin, and ten genin) who were near the border: they were considered a threat, so letting any single one of them live was no option. Once she had memorized it – something which was done in a second or less -  she would pass it over to Daremo so that he too could check it over and see what they were up against. None of them seemed beyond strong as an individual – at least not in Amaya’s opinion – but in a group (especially if they knew what theyn were doing when it came to fighting together) they could definitely pose a challenge. Still though, even as this opinion floated around in her over-active brain she kept her silence so that Daremo could read in peace.

As Amaya remained quiet she heard a door open from somewhere down the hallway and then close again, glancing toward the doorway to the kitchen she watched Kaia enter; a flicker of surprise briefly showing in Amaya’s red eyes: considering how shy Kaia used to be she hardly expected the other woman to show her face – especially since she had to have known just how much Amaya had guessed by now. Yet, here stood Kaia without a single ounce of redness to her cheeks covered in a silk robe black in color with pink trim and cherry blossoms covering it: who was holding a much larger robe out to Daremo as she leaned against the doorway. ”Love, put this on please… because if Amaya keeps ogling your ass I’m going to end up ripping her eyes out.”, Kaia spoke, her voice laced with playfulness as she was obviously joking. Still, it was a brave move making such a threat even a playful one: Uchiha were known for the power in their eyes after all, and many eye farmers had claimed the lives of Uchiha as they sought that power.

Amaya, however, didn’t get angry: if anything she was highly amused. It took balls to make such a comment, and that mixed with the lack of blush from Kaia spoke volumes on how much she had grown as a strong woman since beginning her relationship with Daremo. So, as an equally playful grin spread across Amaya’s face she simply shrugged her shoulders in a nonchalant sort of way before sighing in a playful manner, ”What can I say? He’s got a nice ass...” A joke if ever there was one considering she hadn’t even looked out of respect for Kaia – though, he probably did have a nice ass nonetheless.

If Daremo would have taken the robe at this point Kaia would head to the fridge, pulling out her bubble tea which had been waiting for her with the seal on top of the cup nice and tight: keeping it fresh. The shorter female would then head over to a drawer, pulling out a straw before closing the drawer with her hip and proceeding to open a cabinet from which she pulled a coffee mug out of that she handed to Amaya.

Amaya would take the cup, setting it on the counter next to the coffee pot as the noise of the perculation continued, turning back around just in time to watch Kaia pop the seal on her cup with the straw: taking a long drag of it as if it were the very source of life itself. Amaya could only shake her head, which caught Kaia’s attention of course. Once Kaia finished her sip she raised an eyebrow at Amaya questioningly. ”What?”

Amaya would simple grin once more and shake her head in response, ”Your addiction is amusing...”

Kaia simply snorted in response before taking another sip, ”I could be addicted to worse things… like crack. Or heroine. Or whatever other horrible things people do to themselves… “ It was then the shorter of the two females would look over Amaya’s attire before looking toward the scroll. ”Hmm..” Kaia was curious, but she didn’t ask.

Amaya, however, had no intentions of leaving the female in the dark: she didn’t care if Kaia knew the details – she was a member of the pack after all. ”Just people need killin’.”, Amaya would speak casually, though she was watching Kaia’s reaction – she had heard after all about Kaia having taken a life, something the smaller female had been so strongly against. Yet in this instance Kaia didn’t even bat an eyelash, she simply glanced at Amaya pointedly – as if knowing she was judging her response – before taking another sip of her tea. As the coffee pot finally went quiet Kaia made quick work of locating the sugar and creamer for Amaya, saving her the trouble of having to look herself, plus a spoon to mix it all with. Amaya simply grinned in response, ”You know me well...”

Kaia, picking her tea up once more would simply laugh, ”You and me are quite alike in the way we like our coffee...”

Word Count: 1,545 | 3,026


Perception A-3 -> S-0: 76 + 3,026 = 3,102 / 1,550
Endurance B-3 -> A-0: 1,552 / 1,000
Endurance A-0 -> A-1: 552 / 1,000

There are only a few people within Konohagakure no Sato that Daremo respected to some degree. He can count on a single hand the number of said people. And, the woman standing in the doorframe with an eyebrow raised and chesire cat smirk on herself, happens to be one of them. It is due to the respect held for the woman that he didn't slam the door in her face and went back to having his wicked way with his lover. The mere thought of doing that caused nearly caused a part of him to harden more, but luckily, it did not.

His purple eyes stared into hers that never took a glance downward at his anatomy. Something that someone else would have either out of curiosity or hidden lust for him. He personally didn't care who saw him naked. He had nothing to be shame about when it comes to his body. He worked his ass off to get the current physique. So, there was no reason why he should hide or be ashamed of it. Of course, considering his current relationship status, he should be more mindful in who actually sees him naked. There is no need for Kaia to become jealous or anything.

Stepping aside to let the woman in the house, he closed the door soon afterward. Walking passed said female, he made his way to the kitchen for something to drink. "I never took you as the type to enough gang-bangs. Then again, I should have considered our sexual preferences might be similar considering our need for control or dominance of others ", he jested at Amaya's admission of doing such activities. Opening the fridge, he reached in and grabbed a container of orange juice. "I heard about that shift. I would have come in to help, but, other things took priority.", he spoke, opening up a cabinet and grabbing a glass. Pouring the orange liquid in the glass, "Going to assume this something random is a mission? I doubt he would have bothered either of us for something trivial when we could be working in the hospital." Of course, what was left unsaid was them both being some of the strongest members currently active and residing in the village. From what he remembers correctly, none of the sannins were around for whatever reason, but that was something for another time.

With the glass of juice in hand, he leaned against the wall and sipped on the beverage. His earlier suspicions of Kenta wanting them to do a mission was confirmed when Amaya pulled out a scroll, and after a quick read of it handed it to him. Setting the glass down, he took the scroll, unraveled it, and read the contents.  An elimination of a relatively decent size group consisting of two special jounins, several chuunins, and ten genins that were located along the border. Because of the number of combatants and their levels, the mission was considered an S-rank one. Rereading over the scroll, he memorized every possible detail before rolling it back up and handed back to Amaya. "Should be a simple mission. The two special jounins might cause minor issues. The others are nothing more than annoyances that can be easily dealt with.", his head turned towards the sound of a door opening and shutting.

Eyes landing on Kaia who was walking down the hallway towards them in black silk robes. Despite the activities they had done, there wasn't any evidence of such. She looked just as radiant as she always does. "Wouldn't do any good. I can regenerate her eyes back if something like that happened.", he retorted, complying with his lover's wishes, and putting on the robe to cover his nakedness. Slipping into the black robes with dark green trim, he moved over towards her and kissed her deeply. Although, the act didn't last long considering there was another person in the house.

Daremo turned towards Amaya at her comment, a smirk playing across his face, "Can't say the same about you. Only ass I been looking at has been Kaia's. And we both can agree she has a nice ass, yes?", he spoke, watching as said woman moved towards the fridge. "Don't you agree?", he asked, eyes looking at Kaia's who were jutted out as she looked in the fridge. Lest he wanted to get harder, the robes doing little to hide his harden his manhood, he looked away from the delicious butt.


"While you two talk. I will go take a quick shower and get dressed.", he announced then began walking down the hallway, towards the bathroom. Six minutes later, he exited the bathroom with a robe wrapped around him and entered the bedroom. It didn't take him long to get dressed in the stereotypical Konoha's Jounin attire along with the flak jacket and head band, the latter being worn around his forehead. His hair was put in the typical low-hanging pony-tail. With everything in order, he made his way out of the bedroom and walked towards the living room where Kaia and Amaya should be.

Going over to Kaia, he kissed her once more before looking at Amaya, "I am ready whenever you are. The sooner we get done with this mission then the quicker we can get back home. Who knows, if Kaia agrees to it, then the three of us can go out to eat afterward?" With that been said, Daremo waited on Amaya.

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