Bloody Kisses and Shadow Embraces

CH 1
Aoki couldn’t help but wonder how hot Shikamaru would be in bed. Or, not even a bed, but some equally pleasurable place that he could have his wicked way with her. She had had a crush on the lazy bastard for many years now and she didn’t like it that he was paying so much attention to the sand bitch, Temari. He was hers and she had no intention of letting him go, until she knew for sure that he wasn’t interested in any way shape or form.
Aoki walked toward the rendezvous point of her Anbu team and glanced quickly at Nara.
“Yo,” she murmured. “Sorry I’m late. I got lost on the path of life.”
Aoki had always liked the fact that Kakashi was always late and always had a fun reason, aka excuse that made absolutely no sense.
She couldn’t help but look at “him” again. Why was she so infatuated with a lazy geek like Nara Shikamaru…? Why did she have to stay awake at night, thinking about how her life in the future could be if she were to put herself out there to get hurt? Why? She had so many fantasies about herself and Shikamaru that she couldn’t even remember half of them.  She sat down on the ground cross legged and listened to the sounds around her. The men were twitching and shifting their feet, all except Shikamaru. He wasn’t moving at all it seemed like, only small, not easily detected movements, like his breathing.
          Aoki could feel the eyes of the others on her, and she relished, selfishly, the fact that they were looking at her lithe body. She had been the worst tom boy when she was growing up, even going to far as to dress like a boy while she was outside of her home, where her mother forced her to dress like a female. That was how Shikamaru had first seen her and he had made fun of her for years about her cross-dressing ways. 
         She had been in the garden singing with her mother, a soft lullaby for her little brother as she started his nap when she had looked over and seen a young boy with a bored expression with her father and another man, which she now knew was his own father. They boy had stared at her as she sang to her brother and she couldn’t help but stare right back at him.
         They had next seen each other when she had started at the ninja academy. She had braided her hair and worn her big brothers old clothes the first day, wanting everyone, except the teachers, to think she was a boy. Shikamaru hadn’t recognized her as the girl, and she had made quick friends with many of the boys in her class, including Shikamaru. That day, when they went outside for lunch she had removed her hat and unbraided her long hair to let it flow about her. The boys had been stumped. They hadn’t thought that someone so…boyish could be a girl. They had made fun of her and Shikamaru hadn’t said anything. Later, after school, she and Shikamaru had walked together on the way home and he had teased her about her cross-dressing. So, she had punched him and called him a lazy bastard. They had been good friends since.
         Aoki smiled a bit to herself when she thought of those bygone days, afternoons spent looking at the clouds. She had left the village for about 3 years after becoming a genin to train with a genjutsu master in the village hidden in the mist. She had also learned that her appearance could lean a lot of weight in a fight towards her. She was a fairly attractive person of the village now, with short black hair dark eyes and the tight fitting clothes of the anbu uniform.
She glanced around again and saw that Shikamaru was actually looking at her too. She blushed a little on the inside, but only raised her eyebrow in silent question. He shook his head and gave her a brief smile. She wondered what he had been looking at. It wasn’t like Shikamaru to be like the other guys. She kept staring at him for a while then lay back down on the grass, listening intently, and thinking of what the Hokage had told her.
Clan Kaguya was on the move again. They were rumored to have been traversing through the smaller villages asking questions about the 5th Hokage. Asking about her weaknesses and strengths, how she was doing as the Hokage, and how she appealed to the other villages. She had recently made an alliance with Sunagakure and she was sending regular ambassadors to the village to maintain their peace. Clan Kaguya needed to be questioned and who better than the Anbu to do the dirty work.
It was Aoki's job to find out why they were so interested in the Hokage. Lady Tsunade wasn’t worried about them running into any real problems on their journey, but she did want to be ready for any problems that MIGHT occur.  Better to be prepared than to be taken unawares.

Ch2

         Shikamaru couldn’t really believe how much Aoki had changed over the years. She had been such a tomboy, albeit a cute tomboy. He could still remember the first day he had seen her. She had been singing in the garden, looking adorable in her little dress, and he had known that he’d never seen anything as beautiful.
         Then, a couple weeks later, he had met the new boy at the academy. He had been cool and fun to talk with in class. They had been instant friends, until the boy had taken off his hat and shown that He was really a She. Shikamaru had been as surprised as the others, how could somebody so boyish be a girl? He had always disliked people who brought chaos to his life, but he couldn’t help but like Aoki. When she had left, it would have been very lonely for him, if it hadn’t been for Chouji. He had managed to make a few more friends and he could have almost forgotten about her, except that every girl he met made him think of her.
         When she had come back, it had been like seeing a long lost friend again, except for the fact that he had very un-FRIENDLY thoughts about her new looks. She had not only become a very strong Shinobi, but she also the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He hadn’t ever really been attracted to beautiful girls before, wanting to stay away from all the problems that they seemed to carry around with them; he just wanted a normal girl, a normal peaceful life, and nothing bothersome. Aoki was blowing that dream right out of the water.
         She hadn’t seemed to change much in her attitude about life. She wasn’t loud and aggressive, she didn’t whine and pout, but she commanded respect, and that was really, oddly, very hot. He had been thinking about her a lot since she came back. What would she be like in bed? Hot and wild, or quiet and gentle? Either one seemed pretty okay with him.
I want to fuck her. Hard, up against a wall, or on a nice big bed with soft sheets. He wasn’t surprised to find that many of the other men in their cell were staring at her lithe body as well. He cleared his throat loud enough for the other two to hear and gave them warning glances. She might be fuckworthy, but that didn’t mean that they all had to stare at her like a group of horny teenagers.