Drowning in those waters

Of course I gave in. Why wouldn’t I? My friends might have left me, but my courage hasn’t! … Or was it sheer horniness? After all, those are two sides of the same coin. At least for me they are.

So I took her ninja-knife-thingy (was it a kunai maybe?) out of her belt and braced for impact. Again. Which didn’t come. Again. The kunoichi turned around with reflexes I could only dream of, looking around for danger, and upon seeing me taking her knife (pretty sure it’s a kunai at this point) visibly relaxed and turned back around. What in the name of fire is happening here?! Am I not a danger? Her letting me do my thing was nice and all, but she could at least react a little bit to my molesting. Ahem, I mean my completely harmless youthful dare. I shouldn’t have even thought about molesting a kunoichi. Daichi once told us ninjas can read minds. And although Aguri called bullshit on that, that’s a risk I wasn’t willing to take.

Now armed with my new kunai (yeah, that does sound right), I aimed at her bandage-dress. Her right thigh to be precise. Carefully I jiggled the tip of the knife between her creamy meat and the white fabric. I twist it a little and angle it to cut the dress and only the dress. Why these things should be double-edged, eludes me.

One inch. Another inch. A third inch. And zaaaap. As if it had a mind of its own, the deliciously toned ass I was so carelessly fondling fought its way out of its confines. The cut on her dress actually ripped up to her hip and revealed the bottom half of her right ass cheek. As if that wasn’t enough, so far there was no underwear in sight. So she was either wearing something skimpy or… going commando. I actually dropped the kunai at that image and thus shook the kunoichi and the teller from their conversation.

As if realizing something was wrong for the first time, the ninja lady looked down on herself and actually blushed at her clothing malfunction. But only for a second, after which her dress was back in order and- Wait. What? Her dress wasn’t cut anymore and that beautiful butt meat was obscured again. What dark sorcer- Jutsus. The answer to what dark sorceries could have made it happen is *Jutsus*. She’s a kunoichi and she can do all kinds of spectacular, and in this case evil, things.

This woman just had her derriere revealed and just in the blink of an eye she’s back all serious and talking with the lady behind the counter about… some shady business they’ve been doing here? Something serious anyway. And she stands here all serious and with true authority. If that would have happened to a civilian, he would have been laughed out of the store. Hell, when that happened to *ME* at the mill I’ve been laughed out of there. Not even *laughted out*, but rather *thrown out*. An accident with the wood cutter left me without trouser and while my colleagues laughed at me, Akufumi called me a good for nothing slacker and fired me.

But when it happens to a kunoichi, they are all fine and dandy? Sure, I was the one that caused this malfunction and not she herself… but still! Why do we civilians live by one set of rules and those shinobi do whatever they please?

“Hey ninja lady! Normally when your clothes malfunction, you just have to live with that until you get your hands on new clothes. At least we normal people do it that way. No magical clothes-fixing for us. No-“, halfway through my tirade her butt reappeared. I mean the cut reappeared. Both, both reappeared. I was too stunned to continue my rant, but also too confused to let it go.

“What was that? Why… Why is your dress cut open?”, I stumbled.

“Because you cut it”, the woman addressed me for the first time, completely unphased by both my tirade and the fact her dress was ruined.

“No, not that. I mea-“, she had already turned back to the teller and resumed the important shinobi-business. By now this was really getting on my nerves and I was getting daringly impatient. I grabbed her hand and spun her to face me again. (Why she let me handle her like that without shredding me to pieces? A complete mystery to me.)

“Hey! Please listen to me, that’s just common courtesy. Normally people listen to me when I talk to them”, *well mostly*, I added mentally. ”And answer my questions! That’s just the normal thing to do. Not turn around and make me look like a dingus for speaking to your back instead of your face. You shinobi-“, I had a moment of clarity here. While ranting to her I suddenly realized what tone of voice I was using at this woman, that could kill me with a hand gesture. Or a look? If looks could kill I’d probably be dead by now.

But I didn’t die. And after looking at her face, I can see, she isn’t throwing me a **** glare. Not at all. She’s only looking bored, maybe irritated at most.

“So, what did you want to ask? Or do you want to ask me later? I’m kind of in the middle of something here”, she asked me, hinted at the lady behind her, but kept focused on me.

“Yeah…umm… Yes, I do want to ask you something”, as if that day couldn’t get any weirder, I was going from horny idiot to angry idiot to mumbling idiot and back again at a moments notice.

“What happened to your dress? I mean, after I cut it…”, that second half was barely audible.

“Well, nothing really. I just used a genjutsu on everyone around me to project the image of an intact dress. I don’t know why, but I was trying to hide that little hick-up. But that didn’t feel right, I’ll just change dresses after the mission”, I could swear I saw a hint of a blush rush over her face.

Either this woman was getting insane or I was. In both cases I should leave before that person regains sanity.

“Oh, okay then. Thanks for answering that Miss. Please don’t let me bother you any longer. Good day to you!”, I turned around and walked out of the money lender's den.

Ninjas are a strange bunch, I think to myself. But a bet is a bet and it’s time for those would-be friends of mine to pay up.