Running into Sakura and leaving a parting gift.

The humid Konoha morning pressed down as Rokuro steered his whore through the mostly empty streets, her plastic heels clacking obnoxiously on the stone. Rounding a corner near the training grounds, he almost collided with Sakura Haruno, her pink hair pulled back in a severe ponytail, a stack of medical scrolls clutched in her arms. Her sharp green eyes scanned Hinata’s obscene form – the straining neon dress, the ludicrous heels, the oversized pink sunglasses slipping down her nose – and her lip curled in undisguised revulsion. She clearly didn’t recognize the Hyuga heiress beneath the layers of bimbofication and gaudy accessories. Hinata, meanwhile, just blinked vacantly behind her shades, utterly oblivious to the familiar kunoichi. "Like, who's the grumpy lady, Master?" she whispered loudly, her voice thick with vapid curiosity, completely failing to place Sakura despite years as teammates.

Sakura’s gaze snapped from the bimbo’s leaking slit, barely covered by the microscopic dress hem, to the scrolls tucked under his arm. Her expression shifted from disgust to weary resignation. "Finally packed up, huh?" she stated, her voice flat. "You've been telling everyone for weeks you were leaving with your... girlfriend after the war mess settled." She practically spat the last word, her eyes flicking back to Hinata’s jiggling tits with pure disdain. “Rokuro's girlfriend? What a fucking disgrace,” her thoughts practically screamed. “She looks like she crawled out of the cheapest brothel in Tanzaku Gai…..”

Rokuro offered a curt nod, shifting his grip on Hinata’s ass to keep her upright as she wobbled precariously. "Yep." he pulled one of the smaller, non-essential scrolls from his bundle – the one pulsing faintly with the corrupted chakra signature of his special Bimbo Jutsu, designed for instant, irreversible transformation and enslavement. Rather than the slow version Rokuro used on Hinata this one acted as a bomb with the enslavement side of things triggering the next time a victim sees someone after complete bimbofication. Kind of like when a duck sees someone as their mother if they are the first thing they see. "But before I go," he said, holding it out casually, "a little something. Advanced medical techniques I picked up. Might help with the reconstruction efforts." Sakura eyed the scroll suspiciously for a second, then snatched it with a scoff, tucking it into her stack. "Whatever. Just get gone." If he had known what would result from this there was no way in hell he would have just used it on her, right here right now.

As Sakura turned to leave, Hinata lurched forward slightly, a wide, vacant smile plastered on her glossed lips. "Like, hey!" she chirped, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Your hair is, like, super pink! Like bubblegum! Wanna like, hang out? I could, like, totally suck your pussy for you? Master says I'm, like, the bestest at it!" Sakura froze mid-step. Her shoulders tensed, a visible shudder running through her. Without turning around, she took a deep, controlled breath, her knuckles white around her scrolls. "Disgusting FREAK..." she muttered under her breath, the word sharp and final, before striding away with clipped, furious steps, leaving Hinata pouting slightly.

Rokuro gave Hinata’s plump ass a sharp, stinging spank for nearly blowing it, the sound echoing off the nearby buildings like a whip-crack. "Move it, bimbo," he growled, enjoying the way the flesh jiggled violently under his palm. Hinata yelped, a high-pitched, giggly sound, and stumbled forward a few clumsy steps in her towering heels. "Like, ouchie, Master! But also, like, that felt good could you like, do it again? Heehee!" Her vacant giggle grated on the ears as he neared the imposing wooden gates of Konoha.

Two bored-looking Chunin guards straightened up as Rokuro approached, their eyes widening slightly at the spectacle of Hinata – barely contained by her microscopic dress, sunglasses askew, swaying like a drunk. One, a lanky man with a scar over his eye, cleared his throat. "Identification scrolls," he muttered, his gaze flicking nervously between Rokuro and his barely-dressed companion. The other guard, younger and sharper-eyed, asked "Oh right... wait a minute. Have you seen Hinata Hyuga around? Clan’s been asking. She kinda vanished like, last night."

Before Hinata could even attempt to form a thought, his hand slid possessively over the curve of her ass, fingers digging into the yielding flesh, groping her openly. Hinata gasped, her back arching slightly, a low moan escaping her glossed lips. "Like, ohhh, Master... right there..." she slurred, completely derailed. Rokuro kept his gaze steady on the guards, his fingers kneading Hinata’s ass cheek hard. "Nope," he stated flatly, his voice bored. "Haven't seen her. Probably off meditating or some clan bullshit. This one?" he gave Hinata’s ass another rough squeeze, making her whimper. "Just my girlfriend. She's an idiot that got brain damaged during the war... We're leaving for safer pastures....." The guards exchanged a look, the younger one flushing slightly at the blatant display. The scarred one just shrugged, waving them through with a grunt. "Fine, fine. Just go."

Rokuro shoved Hinata forward through the open gates, her heels clacking unevenly on the dirt path beyond. She stumbled, catching herself clumsily, then turned back to give the guards a vapid, finger-wiggling wave. "Like, bye-bye, mister guards! Hope you, like, totally get some pussy soon! Master’s gonna give me, like, so much dick now!" Her giggle echoed back into the village as Rokuro pulled her away, leaving the guards staring after her in stunned, slightly disturbed silence.