A long and drawn out moan preceded Rozalin's return to the land of the living and awake, even as she tried to ward off wakefulness by snuggling against her pillow. It didn't work, however, and soon she found herself rubbing her eyes.
If the world hadn't been swimming around her, she might've been able to recognize that she wasn't in her own room straight away. However, as everything focused, the first thing her eyes rested on was a rather well muscled back, as it was going up and down, every muscle straining and clenching as the arms connected to the shoulder muscles connected to the back muscles clenched, and lifted the powerful frame off the ground, pushing it up once more, before relaxing and letting the seemingly chiseled marble statue fall back down once more.
Rozalin blinked, and her mind caught up with her eyes.
She was in an unfamiliar room. With an unfamiliar male's back staring at her. And by the headache pounding at her temples, she was nursing a hangover.
Actually, that was kind of the most important thing at the moment, as the pain stabbed at her suddenly and her hands flew to her temples, to rub them in a vain attempt to make the pain go away.
It wasn't really working.
"Sleeping beauty's up."
That voice she knew very well. "Y-You!" Rozalin said, glaring at her hated rival, pointing a dainty finger at her. "You… you must've drugged me! Are you trying to ruin my reputation!? How low!"
"You got drunk all on your own, dumbass," Rin said, "it's not my fault you're so dumb."
"H-How dare you..!"
A quick move had the well muscled male with a naked torso leaping from his hands into the air, and a somersault had him landing softly on his also bare feet, on the plush carpet. "Oh. That's good. I was getting worried that you might be wrong."
"I'm never wrong!" Rin countered, glaring at the pink haired male.
Wait. Pink hair?
Oh. Right. She did have a male teammate who seemed like he'd been chiselled from marble. Right. Sakura. "Okay. Anyway, how are you feeling, Rozalin? Are you okay? You were pretty drunk…"
"Of course I am! This hangover is nothing to the daughter of the great Yellow Flash!" Rozalin explained, smiling proudly and crossing her arms. "But… Why am I wearing these rags?" she asked, looking down on herself.
"R-Rags!?" Rin said, blinking and narrowing her eyes at Rozalin. "You ungrateful little bi—"
Rin was stopped from continuing her rant because she was hit in the face by the nightgown they'd put Rozalin into earlier, and she absent mindedly noted the soft thud of Gohan landing on his back. He had to be thankful he'd moved around the furniture so he didn't hit and break anything, 'cause she would've made him pay for it if he had.
Rozalin looked around the room and quickly spotted her clothes, dressing without a care in the world, almost as if she'd forgotten that there was a male in the room. Of course, she had not, and simply didn't care.
She was a kunoichi, and shinobi, whether male or female, could not afford to be cowardly prudes. That was what her father had taught her, and he was the great Yellow Flash, the most feared Kage of them all, so of course he had to know what he was talking about.
Once dressed, Rozalin stood proud once more. "What were we doing here..?" she asked, mostly herself.
"Looking for your godfather," Rin said, simply.
"Ah. Yes. Right. Then I know how to find him."
Rin had not expected Rozalin to have such a clear, simple and well thought out answer to finding out where Jiraiya was in the casino.
She just asked around, who had seen either Jiraiya or at least a man in his fifties with spiky white hair and dressed in an outrageous manner. Some people, the ones who'd been around since early that morning, had seen a man fitting the description and directed them to where the guy had been seen. It didn't take long to follow the trail of breadcrumbs to find Jiraiya, who was seated alone on a poker table, chatting with the dealer.
Who happened to be an attractive young woman dressed in a skimpy bunny girl costume, with a bright red leotard and ears, a white, fluffy tail and very dark stockings.
"Oh. Hey, Princess," Jiraiya said. "Took you guys a long, long time to find me. Did you get busy in the penthouse 'fore you got here?"
Gohan went white as a sheet as soon as Jiraiya mentioned that.
"Oh ho," and Jiraiya then pounced. "Don't worry, boya, you're not gonna get any grief from me. So long as it's safe, sane and consensual, obviously. I mean, it's not like you took advantage of a drunken princess, right?"
The pink haired boy looked at Jiraiya like a deer would look at an eighteen wheeler's headlights.
"I'm just pulling your leg," the white haired man said. "Nobody's dumb enough to take advantage of the Hokage's daughter like that, and I would never expect that kind of stupidity from the top shinobi of his year," he said, chuckling lightly, "besides, the Nara here have been keeping an eye on you, to make damn sure nothing untoward happened to the princess."
"I can take care of myself," Rozalin said, angrily, though the fact that she was still a little unsteady on her feet didn't help her make her point.
"No, you can't. That's what I'm supposed to fix," Jiraiya said.
"Uhm… Should we… fight for the bells, or something?" Gohan asked.
"Fight? Hm. Nah. Don't wanna," Jiraiya said, smiling widely. "Even if you three worked together, you wouldn't be able to get them unless I let you, and if I let you, that would defeat the point, wouldn't it?" he asked, rubbing his chin. "Tell you what, I'll lend you guys a pile of chips each. Let's gamble. The two with the most chips at the end of the day get a bell. Also, this counts me, as well, if I have the most chips, I'll keep both, but if I'm second, I'll keep only one. We're clear on this?"
"Yes, sir," Gohan said. "But… I, ah, don't know how to play."
"No worries, pretty boy," the dealer said, offering him a smile that he supposed was used to melt the average gambler, "we'll be taking it slowly at first, so you can get used to it. We'll go gently, and then when you're ready, we'll pick up some speed and play a little harder. You'll be having loads of fun pretty soon, I promise," she said.
Jiraiya sounded like he'd sprung a leak for a few seconds, as he snorted into his hand.
"But I'm sure a strong lad like you can take some high pressure games, eh? I'm sure you'll do just fine, and last all the way through to the end. I'm gonna put my back on it, so you better satisfy me with your progress, okay?"
Gohan nodded eagerly.
Jiraiya let out a few roars of laughter. "You're laying it on thick, eh?"
"I sure hope that's not the only thick I'm gonna lay tonight," the dealer returned.
"Heh. You're a lucky little guy, Gohan-kun," Jiraiya said, extending his large hand to clap Gohan on the back, forcing himself to turn around a little more on his stool, balancing precariously as he did.
Gohan was almost knocked off his feet, as he was quite distracted when struck, but quickly righted himself.
"You're really popular amongst women, eh?" Rin taunted, an amused smile on her face. "Do I have to fear for my virtue? You've already taken Rozalin's…"
"W-What?" Gohan asked, red as a beet, eyes wide in shock and horror.
"Well, girls, what do you think? Are you gonna take this chance to be elite genin, or not?"
"Of course we are!" Rozalin said, crossly.
"Right," Rin said, "we don't really have a choice, do we? I need to be an elite."
"I guess I could always back down… I don't really need to be an elite myself," he said, thinking about the career path he was most well suited to. ANBU didn't require it, and in fact, discouraged elites from joining the Black Ops.
"Yeah, no, we're not letting you back down," Rin said, glaring at him. "I'm not gonna be on a team with her, so you better win!"
Gohan gulped.
The three sat on the provided stools, and a basic overview of the rules of poker, particularly the Tanzaku Hold'Em variety, which was the one they were playing, and they were all given a small pile of chips.
"I'm not made of cash, so it's only ten thousand Ryo for each of you. Try to make it last," Jiraiya said, a grin on his face.
Much like the bunny girl had told them at the start, they started off slowly, allowing Gohan to get used to the rules of poker. While he wasn't completely unaware of how the game worked, it did take him a little bit of time to adjust to them. Two rounds after the game started, though, he was already getting into it, despite the small hiccup that resulted from him not knowing what the blind was.
A few rounds after that, though, a clear trend was starting to show, and he could accurately predict what the other three would do based on their specific tells.
Rin lied a lot, and had generally terrible luck on top of that. Unfortunately, her bluff heavy strategy ran into the road block that was Rozalin, who usually did, in fact, have good cards, and who couldn't lie to save her life. It soon became clear that Gohan would reap the benefits of Rozalin and Rin competting with each other, as they were effectively more focused on knocking the other off the game than in beating Jiraiya.
The man himself was looking at everything with a smile, and was the hardest to read, but Gohan had very good eyesight, and could see that whenever Jiraiya had a good hand and was keeping silent about it, his nose would twitch in a certain way, and while he was bluffing with a poor hand, he tended to smile more widely and showing more teeth.
The game was picking up speed, and Gohan could tell that the bet was getting a bit higher every time, and Gohan soon found himself rather low on the totem pole.
Despite her constant losses to Rozalin, Rin was actually doing fairly good for herself, as Jiraiya had clearly not cared to win very much, and had managed to consistently lose money every round, while Gohan himself found that Rin's single minded focus on simply beating Rozalin wound up making her a fair bit unpredictable as the distance between the two females of Team 13 grew. Rin was playing more aggressively the more she lost, which allowed her to make one or two big wins that had catapulted her back to second place.
And Gohan had been so sure she'd been bluffing, too…
The dealer, meanwhile, was getting more and more amused the more that Team 13's females continued to compete with each other.
Soon enough, however, came a big chance for Gohan.
He was absolutely certain that both Rozalin and Rin were bluffing. Rozalin's confidence was clearly shaky, and Rin's was too forced. Jiraiya was not bluffing, though, and he had to have a pretty good hand.
With three aces, the queen and jack of hearts on the table, Gohan was quite certain that Jiraiya had to have a good hand. He most likely had the remaining ace to make the Poker complete.
But it was okay.
Because when Jiraiya smugly showed his cards, a meaningless four of clubs and the ace of clubs to accompany it, Gohan smiled brightly and showed his own.
The ten and king of Hearts.
Neither Rozalin nor Rin had allowed the other to fold, obviously both thinking that the other was bluffing and would fold, totally forgetting that they were playing on a table with two others. Both had actually lost a great deal of cash. As had Jiraiya, calling their bet.
Which was the reason why Gohan was now sitting at twenty seven thousand Ryo's worth of chips.
Following this, Gohan simply refused to play, and lose, big. The only times he actually raised a bet or even called a relatively high bet was if he had a relatively decent hand. Soon enough, the game had moved some more, and he was sitting at no less than thirty thousand Ryo's worth of chips.
Rozalin and Rin, both shaken at the sudden shift of dynamics, had soon found out what happened when Jiraiya stopped screwing around. The white haired man soon won back most of what he had lost, leaving him holding eight thousand in chips himself.
Rozalin had only managed to survive to hold the remaining two thousand on sheer, dumb luck, while the last round had officially knocked Rin out of the game, leaving her as the one who would not become an elite.
She was clearly not happy at this.
Feeling guilty that it'd been him who costed her the lead that would've allowed her to remain an elite, Gohan offered to let her borrow some of his chips, and pay him back once she got back on her feet.
"We're having a lot of fun," Gohan said, smiling easily at her, "and you can pay me back later, once you win back enough to do it, okay?"
"I can't accept that," Rin said, a grimace on her face. "You won it fair and square. I lost, and I'm never going to be an elite. That's it," she said, clearly trying to sound neutral, but bitter venom quickly crept into her voice as she talked, ending with her nearly yelling, clenching her fist.
"You're gonna give up so easily?!" Rozalin protested, scandalized.
"Yes. I am. I lost," Rin said, glaring at her, "and you're gonna lose too, soon enough!" she said.
"Never! I'm the daughter of the Yellow Flash! I never lose!" Rozalin said.
"Nevermind that she's lost money in the last six rounds…" Gohan noted, frowning uncomfortably. "But she's right. It's not time to give up yet. You can still win. Take a thousand, you'll pay me back once you win enough, and then it'd be like nothing happened."
"I don't want your charity!" Rin finally yelled, "I don't need yours, or anybody's, pity!"
"It's not pity. You're my friend, and you've been nice to me, so I thought I could do something nice for you in return," Gohan said, slumping slightly.
"Picking on those weaker than yourself? How despicable!" Rozalin said, glaring at Rin. "I can't believe I considered someone as wretched as you as my rival!"
"What… I'm not picking on him!" Rin said.
"Yes, you are! You're being rude to him because you know Sakura won't knock some sense into you! Well, I will!" Rozalin said, hopping off her stool and walking up to the still surly looking Rin, clearly intending to follow up on her words.
"Hey, hey, girlies, no need to start a catfight on me," Jiraiya said, grabbing the backs of their clothes, stopping them just before Rozalin's fist made contact. "Something wrong, Princess? you're more violent than usual."
"Jisan, I have a pounding headache, and her attitude is not making it easy to hold my temper in check," Rozalin said, petulantly.
"And you, Satchan, from what I hear from Kakashi, you hardly ever quit at anything you set out to do. So how come you're giving up now?" Jiraiya wondered, frowning at her, and pulling her up by the back of her sweater.
"Don't call me that!" Rin said, "I didn't give up! I lost! Everything I've been working on for the last eight years was meaningless because I lost a goddamn poker game! All my training was pointless because none of it helped me to win in a game of chance! So what's the point!? You clearly never intended to actually test us, you're just trying to get rid of one of us and left it to chance! I promised everyone I would be the greatest Clan Head there's ever been… and now that dream is ruined because of YOU!"
"Woah there, girl," Jiraiya said, "I would've thought you of all people could tell I was bullshitting you all the way in."
"W-What!?" Rin was stopped as she was gearing up for another rant, all of a sudden.
"Yeah. I never tested you guys. I don't intend to. I'm just fucking with you three, and introducing you guys to the shinobi vices. You know, where most of your paychecks are going to be spent," Jiraiya said, putting her down and patting her shoulder. "You guys are a premade team for a reason. Splitting you up would've defeated the point of shuffling the teams so you three wound up together, wouldn't it?"
"Oh. That makes a lot of sense, actually," Gohan said, nodding his head, "all the teams seem to have been made with some purpose in mind, and the students tend to have compatible specialties."
"We try to put students with similar skillsets together," Jiraiya said, nodding at the pink haired boy, "and give them a sensei with a similar focus. Trying to keep them able to deal with everything they might come across is also important, so that's why you see a Hyuuga, an Inuzuka and an Aburame on the same team. Close, Mid and Long Range are all covered, but they all have a focus on tracking, with a minor focus in non-lethal capture. That's a hunter squad right there. Though, originally, you were going to be in Kiba's role. Your father's abilities were very varied, but if you'd been on that squad, Kurenai would've put a lot more emphasis on your ability to create restraints from your chakra than anything else. If we'd used Rozalin, Kurenai would've worked on learning how Rozalin's mother's Chakra Chains work. And if it'd been Rin, she would've probably worked with lightning, trying to use it to paralyze instead of fry."
"Oh," Gohan said.
"Though those two were always meant to be put in a squad together, they were originally going to be under Kakashi. This here squad's purpose is very simple. We're supposed to utterly and absolutely crush the opposition. All three of you can, on some level, perform any task you're set to, or can at least learn to do it, but all three of you excel on one thing more than anything else."
At this, both Rin and Rozalin looked to be listening just as intently as Gohan was.
"All three of you have your own, specific brand of ninjutsu that renders you a terrifying opponent to face for any shinobi. While we are adaptive in the extreme, every shinobi has a very specific fear, coming across an opponent they can't counter, an opponent that has a bloodline limit or secret technique that they're not familiar with. Because the unknown is the hardest thing to adapt to. And that's why all three of your specialties are undocumented. You three are Konoha's trump card. You're the ones who will succeed me and Tsunade as Konoha's three legendary ninja, though, if we're lucky, you won't have an Orochimaru in your ranks."
"That is… surprisingly frank and straightforward," Rozalin commented, a bit confused. "I thought you were all about subterfuge and being sneaky, like a proper ninja?"
"Of course I am! But doing that with your allies is just counterproductive. It would be hard to trust me if I weren't honest with you guys when I'm being serious, right? I might screw with you from time to time, but you can trust that I have your best interests in mind. And speaking about that," he said, digging into his vest's pockets, the bells that were still attached to it jingling as it moved with his hand.
Jiraiya pulled out a tablet of aspirine, and then passed it to Rozalin. "I half expected one or two of you to be nursing a hangover. Didn't think it'd be you, Princess. Heh. We best not let Minato know that I got you drunk, eh? I like my testicles right where they are."
At this, Gohan chuckled nervously. The Fourth Hokage was legendary for many things, and one of them was how overprotective of his daughter the man could be. If anyone gave the man the misconception that Gohan had drugged his daughter and then raped her, the pink haired boy would most likely quietly disappear and the only thing that would remain of him would be his screams, begging for death.
"Anyway, you guys can keep any money that you have remaining. You're free for the rest of the day. Meet me tomorrow in front of the Hokage Tower. We'll take our first mission and do our training all at once. For now, dismissed. Anything more you spend's gonna come out of your own pockets."
The three members of team 13 nodded.
"Good. Now scram, I have work to do," Jiraiya said with a grin.
Before they could leave, however, the bunny girl that'd served as their dealer put a hand on Gohan's shoulder. "Oi, pretty boy, I get off work in two hours. Call me, maybe?"
Gohan blushed once more, but when he looked to his teammates for help, they were both simply amused.
***
None of them remained behind, though they began to separate, each going a different direction, immediately at the door. However, Gohan frowned and stopped both of his female teammates. "Hey. Since we've got the rest of the day free, and we've been going around… maybe we can make this a team outing?"
Rin frowned. "Well… we are officially Team 13 now…"
Rozalin shook her head, however. "I have had enough of the life of the peasantry for one day. I want to return to my mansion."
The Uchiha of the group scowled.
Gohan scratched the back of his neck and grinned slightly. "I guess that's okay, too."
"I don't care. The less I have to deal with you for, the better," Rin said. "I suppose it's just you and me, Gohan-kun," she said, nodding at the pink haired boy.
"Eheh, it's almost like a date," Gohan said, chuckling a bit.
"It's not like I'm going out with you… I'm just thanking you for offering to help me back there, okay?" Rin said, though the stern tone she was using was a bit undermined by the light dusting of red on her cheeks. "That's why you get to go out with me. Nothing else! It's not like I like you or anything!"
Gohan chuckled a bit more and scratched the back of his neck, blushing a little as he did.
"I'll leave you to your peasant lives, then," Rozalin said, simply, a smug expression on her face. "I suppose if you are going to spend the rest of the afternoon rolling in the hay—that is your prerogative."
"W-What!?" Rin said, her left eye twitching a little, before she took a deep breath. "No. I'm calm. I'm collected. I'm controlled. I will not explode someone just because she deserves to be exploded," she said to herself, taking a deep breath once more.
"Hay?" Gohan asked, frowning in confusion.
"Ah? Don't you know? Rin here—she is from a noble clan, but her notoriously poor handling of her clan's fortune lead to her losing the majority of it," Rozalin said. "Whereas my father's rising star led us to the lap of luxury from nothing but the rags he had on his back. Truly he is the mightiest among the mighty," Rozalin siad, nodding to herself.
"That's Kakashi's fault! He's the one that kept charging my account for his own expenses!" Rin countered.
"Oh, and your jewel fetish has nothing to do with your massive expense, I'm sure," Rozalin said, rolling her eyes.
"Jewel fetish?" Gohan asked, his confusion only growing.
"I need them for my research," Rin replied, glaring at Rozalin. "But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you? There's nothing between your ears!"
"You're implying that I—"
"Princess!"
However, Rozalin's reply was cut off, as someone came barreling in, a blurry streak of blue skidding to a stop right in front of them. "Hm… Konohamaru?" Rozalin looked somewhat confused. "Shouldn't you be with Ebisu at this moment?"
"I ditched that pervert!" the newly named young child said, offering Team 13 a grin. "Oh, hey, Princess, this is your team, right? They're only gonna hold you down! You should've waited until I could graduate! That way, you could have a real team, with me and Udon!" Konohamaru said, his tone practically telling everyone his boast was empty. He was too boisterous to properly sell it.
"Ebisu is a pervert..?" Rozalin asked, looking somewhat confused.
"Err no he's not I swear," Konohamaru said, quickly, shaking his hands wildly as if to distract Rozalin, "anyway, I want to train with you, Princess, not Ebisu! He's boring!"
"Study is always boring, Konohamaru-kun, that is true, but if you want to be a good and proper vassal then you must be ready, and willing, to do all the boring and annoying tasks I'd delegate to you," Rozalin lectured, crossing her arms over her plentiful chest and accidentally pressing her twins together as she threw her head back and smiled smugly, giving an impression of superiority, "that's what it takes to be a ninja!"
Konohamaru seemed starstruck.
"Of course she'd be good with kids. She's practically a big kid herself," Rin said, shaking her head.
Gohan merely smiled warmly. "It's really nice to see her relaxing and playing like this. She always looks like she's really tense and…" he looked at Rin.
"Yeah, yeah. It's not the first time I see something like that. She does that from time to time," Rin said, waving her hand.
"Huh? Whatchoo talkin' about?" Konohamaru asked, butting into that conversation.
"Ah, well…" Gohan started, looking for the proper words to explain it.
"Rozalin broke down and wailed like a baby for a while after she got drunk. It was hilarious," Rin said, grinning at Rozalin's face as it fell.
"I did not—" Rozalin protested, but she was once more interrupted by Konohamaru.
"DAMMIT!" Konohamaru screamed. "You got to see Rozalin-sama's moe moe crying face!?" he protested, before falling to his knees and weeping over dramatically. "Dammit, you lucky bastard!" he yelled, pointing at Gohan, "you got to see the princess at her cutest! I won't forgive this! You won't take her from me! She's mine, you hear? All mine!"
"Say, what?" Gohan asked, noticing that Konohamaru was pointing at him.
"Don't blame him, all he did was just stand there while Rozalin went and dripped snot all over him," Rin said, smiling slyly.
"W-W-WHAT!?" Konohamaru screamed, before he threw himself to the ground. "Why Princess why? Please talk to me, please! I'm your humble, loyal servant, so you should only cry on MY shoulder!" he protested, looking at Rozalin, who still seemed to be protesting Rin's declaration, but who went ignored.
"Uh… I guess her crying face is cute, too, but I think her smile is prettier," Gohan noted, thinking about what Konohamaru had said. "Though her blush is cute too," he added, looking at Rozalin who, surprise surprise, was blushing brightly. "Yeah! Just like that," Gohan said, nodding.
"Okay, heartbreaker, you'll get your chance to try and get into Rozalin's panties at a later date," Rin said, scowling as she grabbed Gohan's wrist, starting to lead him away, "let's leave Rozalin and her boytoy behind and have some fun."
"Eh? Are you jealous, Rin-san?" Gohan asked, tilting his head a little, looking a bit confused. "But you shouldn't be. You're really cute too," he said, offering her a warm, easy smile.
"S-Shut up!" Rin said, flushing a little, "It's not like I'm jealous you're paying more attention to her or anything, okay!?" she said, glaring at Gohan.
"Well damn you're good," Konohamaru said. "But I won't let you win and take both Rin and the princess all to yourself! You'll see—I'll tell Udon, and then we'll teach you a lesson!"
"Don't misunderstand things, you little—" Rin said, growling angrily.
However, Konohamaru had already turned around and left, leaving a dust trail as he left the exact same way he'd arrived.
"I wonder what he originally wanted," Gohan wondered, rubbing his chin.
"What does it matter? It probably wasn't all that important," Rin said, shrugging her shoulders, "Anyway, let's go!"
"Enjoy your date, then," though unlike the last time Rozalin had implied so, she no longer looked smug and amused. Instead, there was clearly something bothering her.
However, Rin didn't think it was all that important, and just threw her rival a dirty look along with a grin, before pulling Gohan by his wrist again.
"Bye," Gohan said, waving as he allowed Rin to pull away.
***
"Eet iz confirmed! 'E was seen! My spies, zey 'no zeir jobs!"
"That monster… taking our future wives to such places, to defile them!"
"So, then…" a blond young man with bulging muscles began, looking around. In the penumbra of the dark, candlelit room, all that was visible was his companions, both of whom were throwing off the hooded cloaks that they'd been wearing when they entered the room
A smaller boy with purplish hair and the brown uniform of a civilian school frowned. "Yes."
The third, a foppish blond in a three piece suit with odd ornaments for his shoulders and a single coattail, nodded and set a doll he held on the table in front of them. "Let zis be e' symbol! 'E is our enemy, an' we weel not accept defeet!" he said, slamming his hand against the table.
"We will not surrender!" the other blond stated.
Then, the purplish haired boy pulled out a small phial, uncorked it and poured its contents over the doll, grinning in a nasty manner.
The muscly blond pulled out a small matchbox from his pocket, pulling out one match. "We will make you pay, you waifu stealer!"
He quickly lit one of the matches and dropped it on top of the doll. It burst into flames, the liquid soaking it being highly flammable.
The doll, made of cloth, quickly burned to ashes, leaving only a dark stain on the fireproof table beneath. An unnoticeable stain amongst the many others, of many different shapes, textures and colors, that littered the table.
"They will be ours!" the purplish haired young man added, punching the table himself. "Naru-chan and Sat-chan, Konoha's idols, need true men! Men who will love them the way they need to be loved!"
"Yeah!" the large blond said, pumping his fist.
"Men 'o deserve zem, like us!" the foppish blond added.
The same large blond cheered again.
"Men who know how to put them in their place, on their knees in front of us, with our dicks up their—"
"Dude! What the fuck!?" the cheering was stopped when the large blond seemed outright shocked at that.
"Just think about it," the purplish haired teen said, grinning lecherously. "With a little training, and some conditioning, you could have them eager to please our every whim! Just try to picture it—you come back home, after a hard day's work at wherever you get a job at, and when you come home, you see both of them, naked apron style, with a wonderful spread for dinner, and then, hugging each other, rubbing against each other's bodies, they ask 'would you like a bath, dinner, or us?'!" the man said, grinning lecherously as he imagined, rubbing his hands against each other.
Both of the other two chuckled perversely as they imagined the idea, twin trickles of blood trailing down to their mouths from their nostrils.
"And just try to think about it, when you answer "I'd like you two,"…" the speaker continued. "Just try to imagine it, Rozalin going to her knees with a happy smile on her face, undoing your belt with her soft hands, pulling your pants down, and just nuzzling against your crotch, as if it's the greatest, most beautiful thing she's ever seen, while Rin gets started on your shirt, button by button, while you explore her mouth with your tongue… And then, you feel a soft breeze—your underwear's gone, and then all you can feel is the most wonderful heat and softness in the world, and when Rin lets you go and pulls back to remove your shirt fully, you look down, and see Rozalin, with her breasts wrapped around your manhood, looking up with love and adoration for you, as if her entire purpose in life was solely to give you pleasure.
"She's loving every second of it, and you know it, but you can't focus solely on her, so while one of your hands goes to the back of her head, to push her until you can feel her nose poking your body, to guide her where you want her to be, the other hand sneaks behind Rin, and you knead the soft flesh of her butt, so firm, yet so delightfully soft, all at once, before moving on, teasing her core from behind, softly, only to keep her excited, only to find out that she's soaked all the way through.
"She's ready, and she wants it. She wants it bad. 'Koibito,' she gasps, 'I want it, I want it so much! Give it to me! Give it to me hard, and long and—' but you silence her with a kiss, and then push her on her back, so she lays against the ground. You pull Rozalin back by her hair, and she looks at you with love even through the pain.
"She helps you out of your pants, but when you reach for a condom, she stops you. "We want your children, Koibito, we want dozens of your children!" she says, excitedly, and you can't help but go with it. So then you kneel, holding yourself just above Rin's folds. You rub your head against her, moistening your tip. She's gushing, so it's easy, but you know that she's impossibly tight. Retired though she might be, she's still a trained shinobi, and she still trains so she can keep fit and attractive for you. You can hear her whimper, softly, as you deny her the prize she wants so much.
"You can't deny her anymore, when she looks at you, begging you to give it to her. And you want to hear her—you want to hear her voice, her moans, her gasps, her yells. You want to hear her scream, and so with baited breath, you push all the way in in one single stroke, parting her folds at once, and you can hear her scream—"
"SHINJI-KUN!"
The sound of the 'mood setting' music being stopped all of a sudden, but the other two merely groaned and slumped on their chairs.
The purple haired young man cringed. "Mom! I'm busy!"
"Are you talking with your friends again, Shinji? Ask them if they want to stay for dinner!"