They say alcohol loosens tongues and chains—even the ones we didn't know we were carrying. After the spicy evening they'd had, Temari vanished from the radar, probably too embarrassed by her actions.
As for the team sent by Konoha, it was time for them to return home.
"Three thousand points..." thought Takeshi, satisfied.
He had risked his life on multiple occasions, but it hadn't been in vain. Not only had his kenjutsu reached a new level, but he'd also had the chance to learn the Body Flicker Technique—a particularly versatile move.
All thanks to those brave fools who had decided to attack them.
"The Kazekage wanted to come in person, but he's still recovering," Kankuro explained at the village gate. "But he really wanted to thank you—especially you, Takeshi. You were incredible."
"I was just fulfilling my mission, Kankuro," Takeshi replied calmly.
"...but I don't see Temari..?" Sakura suddenly asked amidst the crowd.
"She's apparently sick."
That was the excuse she'd come up with. After an afternoon like that, no wonder she didn't dare show her face.
A faint smirk formed on Takeshi's lips, the entire scene replaying in his mind.
"Alright, let's head back!"
Kakashi concluded, ending the goodbyes.
The journey took two days, without incident. The masked men had suddenly vanished—perhaps they were all dead?
Takeshi figured they might have been ninja from Iwa. The two villages hadn't had friendly relations for a long time. It wouldn't be surprising if they had tried to strike a blow against Suna.
Still, without proof, everything was just speculation. Kakashi had tried to capture one alive to interrogate, but the moment he started talking, his head exploded.
Not surprising—especially in today's ninja world. Without strength, you could quickly become a disposable pawn. Just like Takeshi, who served only as entertainment for that god... a sad reality.
"Hey guys, I see the village gates—we're here!"
Naruto, always overflowing with energy, shouted at the top of his lungs, followed—of course—by a well-placed punch from Sakura, annoyed by the young Uzumaki's behavior.
They entered the village, still carrying that lively atmosphere. Kakashi headed straight to the Hokage's office for his report, while the rest of the group dispersed, each heading to their quarters.
"See you soon, Takeshi..." Naruto called out as he left, probably on his way to Ichiraku for a ramen binge.
"I should head home too," thought Takeshi, also making his way to his place.
Without a cleaning staff, the house was predictably dusty. Some spiders had even settled in, weaving their webs here and there.
"Tch."
At that moment, Takeshi probably envied married men with cheerful wives and warm food waiting for them. All he had was this dust he had to clean up.
He grabbed the broom leaning in a corner and got to work. After about fifteen minutes, the house was finally livable.
"Finally, time to rest."
Takeshi threw himself onto the cold bed, taking the opportunity for a short nap.
…
The sun was setting over Konoha, painting the sky in magnificent orange hues. Takeshi, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal a scarred chest, knocked on Mei's door.
*Knock knock knock*
The door opened, revealing Mei in a light nightgown, her pink hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes narrowing in surprise.
"Takeshi?" she murmured, her voice sweet but tinged with a hint of obsession. "What are you doing here?"
He stepped forward, his gaze burning.
"I'm here to thank you."
Without another word, he grabbed her by the nape of her neck, crushing his lips against hers in a voracious kiss.
Mei moaned, her hands gripping his shirt, pulling him inside. The door slammed shut, and she pressed him against the wall, her nails scratching his chest.
"You think you can just show up and take me?" she growled, nibbling his lip.
Takeshi smirked, his hands tearing off her nightgown, revealing her generous curves.
"I'm going to do more than that, Mei."
She pushed him onto the bed, her eyes gleaming with a possessive light.
"I told you... You're mine," she whispered, climbing on top of him, her thighs locking around his hips. Her already damp panties rubbed against his erection through his pants.
Takeshi groaned, his hands kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples until she gasped.
"Prove it, then," he challenged, tearing off her panties with a sharp motion. Mei, trembling, guided his member inside her, impaling herself in one thrust.
*Hmm…* she moaned, her hips rolling with brutal frenzy.
The bed creaked under their movements, their bodies glistening with sweat. Mei, dominant, scratched his chest, leaving red streaks.
"I want you to be only mine, Takeshi!" she screamed, her thrusts quick, almost violent.
He growled, grabbing her hips to flip her over, pinning her to the mattress. "We'll see about that," he murmured, thrusting into her, his deep strokes drawing cries from her.
Her nails raked his back, blood trickling from under her claws. "Harder, Takeshi-kun!" she begged, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper.
Takeshi quickened his pace, the slap of their skin echoing in the room. Mei, a yandere on fire, bit his shoulder, her teeth sinking into the flesh.
"You're not going anywhere… you're mine…" she gasped, her body contracting around him. Takeshi, on the edge, growled, "Damn, Mei…"
She was even worse than Temari.
He changed angles, hitting a precise spot, making her scream.
Her orgasm tore through her, her thighs trembling, her cries broken by pleasure. "Takeshi!"
He didn't slow down, continuing until his own climax exploded, his semen filling her as she clung to him, possessive.
They collapsed, panting, their bodies glued by sweat and blood. Mei, eyes half-closed, caressed his face, a dangerous smile on her lips.
"I told you I'd do anything to have you," she whispered, her fingers tracing his lips.
Takeshi, breathless, smirked. "I see I can trust you…"
She laughed, a sound both soft and threatening, snuggling against him, her nails grazing his chest.