Or...Maybe Not

Before Temari had a chance to reply, Fuu's expression changed. The excitement bubbled up even more, but now was curled with a sly edge.

"Actually, you didn't really do anything to me for yourself did you, just made me obey our master? Well...I think that I can do plenty for master on my own. I think that you should just FORGET ALL ABOUT THIS." The last words were accompanied by a cloud twice the size of Temari's own, scrambling her brain into the paste from the second it connected. Fu giggled as she watched the blonde's eyes shrink to little pinpricks.

"So, once you are all done here, I want you to head on home, use your power to knock out any guys you are rooming with, and then fall asleep. For the entire night, you're going to dream about me and this master of ours living out every last one of your favorite fantasies, okay? That should make it really fun when you get to the test tomorrow morning and suddenly see the two of us for what you will think is the first time!" The girl laughed to herself quietly while the dazed girl before her smiled placidly.

"Off you go! Have fun tonight! I know I will! After all, how often do you get randomly brainwashed into what is pretty much your favorite fetish?"

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When Naruto woke up the next morning, it was to the smell of bacon. There was literally no logical reason for his ramen filled house to smell like anything even remotely like bacon.

The blonde carefully made his way towards the kitchen, kunai in hand. However, any thoughts of stabbing (with the knife at least), vanished the instant he caught sight of the girl over his stove.

Naked apron and a full continental breakfast were one hell of a way to say hello.

Looking over her shoulder, Fuu smiled at her newly discovered master. Holding out a plate in offering, the mint green girl asked,

"Want to know why a mind control fetish is the best fetish to have around these parts?"