The day goes by

After breakfast consisting of steamed rice, miso soup, grilled fish, side dishes and miso soup, the traditional "one soup, three dishes", you leave her place with a promise to check in later in the evening. While you wasn't hoping for it to happen again, the memory of what happened makes you deliciously dazed throughout the day, affecting your exercises and errands to a certain degree.

When you return as the sun begins to dip below the horizon, you find her door unlocked. The scent of grilled fish and simmering broth greets you, a stark contrast to the hollow silence that usually defines this place. Kurenai is there, dressed in a simple, comfortable yukata with her hair pulled back. She looks domestic, something you imagined about her all this time, instead of the vixen that haunted your mind all day long, but as you sit down to eat, you notice a restless energy in the way she moves.

"I was waiting for you," she says, her voice low as she sets a bowl in front of you. She doesn't eat much; she just watches you. "I went out today. To the market."

You look up from your food, noticing the way her fingers drum against the table.

"I ran into Kakashi," she continues, her gaze drifting toward the window. "And Team 10. Shikamaru and the others... they came up to me. They offered more comforting words. They talked about Asuma’s legacy, about how I must be holding up, how 'strong' I am."

She sneered, causing you to pause your chopsticks.

Kurenai continues conversationally. "The weird thing was, Naruto... I felt nothing. No grief. No hollow ache. I was too calm. I realized while they were talking that I wasn't thinking about Asuma at all. I was thinking about this morning. I was thinking about you. Let me correct that. All those time they were talking, I felt this hollow ache, and that hollowness was left by you after you fill it last night and this morning."

She leans forward, her crimson eyes locking onto yours with a startling, raw intensity. "I think something inside me has finally broken. When I returned this afternoon, I spent the rest of the day masturbating... three, maybe four times, just closing my eyes and imagining you pinning me to the bed. I think I’m becoming a nymphomaniac, Naruto. I’m craving you in a way that feels like a sickness."

She stands up, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. She looks at you with a mix of defiance and **** honesty. "I was waiting for you because I want you to fuck me. Again and again. If that’s too much, if you want a girl who isn't this 'weird' or this broken, then leave now. I won't blame you. "

The air in the room is thick, the honesty of her confession hanging between you like a physical weight. You set your chopsticks down carefully and look at her. "Kurenai-san" you say, your voice steady. "Every shinobi in this village is weird. We’re all a little messed up in the head from the things we’ve seen and the things we've had to do. Kakashi, Bushy-Brow, even the Old Man... we’re all broken pieces trying to fit together."

You stand up, walking around the table until you’re standing directly in front of her. You reach out, your thumb tracing the line of her jaw.

"I’m included in that. I’ve got a fox behind my ribs and a life spent being looked at like a monster. If you're becoming 'sane' means sitting in a cemetery and rotting away, then I’d rather you be 'weird' with me. You were the only sane one before this, but look where it got you."

You slide your hand into her hair, pulling her head back slightly so she has to look into your eyes. "I’m not leaving. I’m the customer, remember? And I think I’m going to be a very regular regular."