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"I'm beginning…"
"Yeah… I'm all yours to clean," Kanzou said with a faint smirk, spreading his hands in invitation.
"O-okay…" Mikoto whispered faintly, her voice trembling with anticipation.
She straddled him, leaning forward until her hips pressed flush against his, her toned stomach brushing over his abs, and her soft breasts flattening against his chest. Her slick folds clung to the base of his thick, long cock, which continued forward, nestling snugly between her slippery, soapy asscheeks.
This position… it was downright indecent.
Then again, there hadn't been anything decent about what had been happening in the bathroom for quite some time.
But still, with their bodies pressed so close together, she could feel his heartbeat thudding against her breast… and knew he could feel hers too.
The thought made her flush even deeper, for her heart was hammering wildly, far too fast to hide.
On top of it all, the soap made everything slick, and her trembling legs did little to help—she could hardly keep her balance. Desperate not to slip, she wrapped her arms around his neck and murmured breathlessly, "S-sorry, Kan-sama… I need to hold on so I don't fall."
"No problem," Kanzou replied calmly, placing both hands on her waist. "Shall I hold you like this? It would make moving easier for you."
"Y-yes… this helps…" she nodded shyly, her cheeks burning red as she steadied herself against him. Then, moving with deliberate care, she began to glide, slow, fluid motions as her breasts, heavy and slick with foam, dragged across his broad chest in languid sweeps, the soapy friction creating soft, wet sounds that echoed in the steamy bathroom.
Slllp~ Slllp~
Her stiff nipples traced slow, deliberate paths across his chest, scrubbing away every lingering trace of Kushina's touch with teasing precision.
Every so often, they brushed against his own erect nipples, drawing a quiet sigh from his lips, "Haaa…"
At the same time, her toned stomach rolled against his, the soft planes of her abdomen gliding over the ridged lines of his abs in smooth, rhythmic circles. The hollow of her navel made faint, wet sounds each time their bodies slid together. With his hands supporting her waist, her hands joined in the cleaning as they swept down his sides, over his ribs, and up toward his collarbones, neck, shoulders, and so on, fingers splaying wide to leave no inch of him untouched.
And of course, there was his cock, nestled snugly between her ass cheeks.
She wasn't focusing on it, not intentionally, at least, but every glide of her torso against his chest naturally made her hips move in rhythm. Her slick folds brushed along his length with each motion, while her soft, rippling ass cheeks squeezed and teased him just enough to draw out beads of precum and send occasional jolts of pleasure coursing through his body.
This mix of sensations from the grazes of her breasts, the slick slide of her soapy stomach, the dripping heat of her pussy, and the subtle grind of her ass cheeks made Kanzou's breathing grow ragged.
His chest rose and fell quickly as he murmured, exhaling more sighs, "Mmm… you're being quite thorough, Mikoto."
"Y-yes… I have to be… otherwise, the cleaning would be useless," she replied breathlessly, her voice laced with devotion.
After all, if she wasn't thorough enough, how could she possibly erase Kushina's traces from his body? She didn't want even a hint of that woman left on her husband.
Kushina might have been a dear friend, but the thought of her scent and touch still lingering on her husband's body filled Mikoto with jealousy.
She also felt guilty towards her for having betrayed her, of course, but in her mind, that and this were two entirely different matters.
Driven by that thought, she kept moving with renewed purpose, her hands roaming lower to trace the sharp V of his hips before gliding back up to his chest, nails skimming his nipples and the hard lines of his muscles, adding sparks of sensation with every deliberate touch.
Kanzou's lips curled in amusement while his hands also began to move. The grip that had steadied her waist slid lower, palms finding her soapy buttocks. He squeezed and kneaded them for a while, playing with them as he desired and earning moans out of her, "Aaahnnn~"
Then he pressed them closer together, slotting his cock snugly between them like a sausage between soft bread, and whispered against her ear, "Focus a bit on moving your butt as well…"
Mikoto didn't reply, but her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as her hips adjusted to his command.
Of course, she wasn't moving like that to clean his cock, how could she, when she hadn't even finished with his chest?
No, cleaning that would have to wait a little longer.
She moved that way simply because he wanted her to. And so she obeyed, biting her lower lip as her core throbbed with each slow, deliberate grind.
The sounds between them grew wetter, more obscene, as her arousal continued to mingle with the soap, further slickening every movement and filling the steamy air with lewd, rhythmic slaps and squelches that made it increasingly hard for her to maintain her pace.
Schlup~ Schlup~
Still, she stayed focused, or at least, tried to… Chest first, then stomach, hands moving everywhere in between, continuing until his torso gleamed clean, marked by her scent and glistening with soapy bubbles.
Only once she was certain that she had wiped off every trace of Kushina from his torso did Mikoto slow her movements. Though her breasts still lingered against his chest possessively as she murmured breathlessly, "The front… it's done…"
"Hmm… indeed it is," Kanzou smirked, tilting his head slightly. "So then… what's next?"
"N-next… It's your penis, Kan-sama… I-I need to clean it properly," she stammered, her voice trembling with both shyness and anticipation.
"Oh? So next is my penis…" he nodded, the smirk widening. His hands never leaving her buttocks, as he added, "Very well, I will support your movement. Be thorough."
"O-of course…" she nodded quickly, then resumed her movement, this time more earnest, with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips, fully focused on hotdogging him with steady, sensual pressure.
This time, she wasn't moving like that just because he wanted her to… this time, she was doing it with purpose, to clean him properly. Her plush ass cheeks enveloped his girth, sliding up and down in a tight, soapy glide that made his cock twitch and throb between them, the friction slick, wet, and utterly intoxicating.
Slrrp~ Slrrp~
Every downward thrust brushed the folds of her pussy against the base of his cock, drawing out fresh slickness, while each upward glide let the ridge of his tip nudge the tight rim of her asshole, sending jolts of raw pleasure up her spine.
Feeling those sensations, Mikoto bit down on her lip, trying to stifle her moans and stay focused on her task, cleaning him.
Kanzou groaned, his fingers settling for a better grip on her butt cheeks despite the soapiness, to guide her rhythm. "Hnn… yeah, just like that… it feels too damn good, Mikoto…"
The praise ignited her causing her to subconsciously clench her pussy as the wet sounds grew louder, sloppier, and more obscene.
Squelch~ Squelch~
Mikoto didn't pay much attention to the lewd sounds filling the steamy air; all she desired in that moment was to continue cleaning his cock. But then, mid-glide, a sudden thought sliced through the haze of her desire, 'I… I haven't tended to Kan-sama's mouth yet.'
His lips, his tongue, his entire mouth, must still bear traces of Kushina's kisses, her taste, her breath.
'No… that won't do. Not when I've decided to cleanse every last part of him.'
Pausing her hips just enough to keep his cock nestled warmly between her cheeks, she looked up at him, her gaze fixed on his lips with fierce, devoted intent. In a breathless whisper, she murmured, "Kan-sama… your mouth… I need to clean it too."
"Ahh… yes, indeed…" Kanzou replied, momentarily realizing even he had forgotten that part. A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he nodded. "Then go on."
That was all the permission she needed. Her lathered hands rose to cradle his face, thumbs tracing the sharp line of his jaw before gliding over his lower and upper lips. Then, closing the distance, she pressed her mouth to his, cleaning him with her own lips.
What began as gentle, cleansing kisses quickly deepened into something wetter, hungrier.
Mmmph~ Slurp~
Their tongues tangled, sliding and twisting as she devoured him with eager laps and desperate sucks, her breath mingling with his in a haze of steamy, slippery passion.
She poured everything into her kisses, her tongue sweeping through his mouth as if to erase every trace of Kushina's lingering taste. She sucked on his lower lip, bit it softly, then dove back in with renewed fervor.
Kanzou matched her fervor; one of his hands slid into her damp hair and gripped tight at the back of her head as he pulled her closer, letting her tongue invade his mouth.
It wasn't until their lungs burned for air that they finally broke apart, gasping between shallow, ragged breaths.
"Haaah… haaah… Y-your mouth… i-it's not clean yet…" she panted against his lips.
"Then there's no need to stop halfway," Kanzou murmured before claiming her mouth again.
Slrrp~ Mwah~ Slrrp~
The kiss deepened, wet, breathless, consuming.
Mikoto's tongue swirled with desperate devotion, sweeping every corner of his mouth to purge every last drop of Kushina's taste as their saliva mingled in a claiming flood, and her hips began to move once more, gliding along his cock in a slow, slick rhythm.
Each motion pressed her ass firmly against him, keeping his length nestled snugly between her cheeks as she rocked forward, her body moving on instinct, driven by the need to cleanse every inch of him, even if it meant multitasking through the effort.
But the soap made everything dangerously slick, and too much eagerness in such situations could cause a few slips here and there.
On her next upward glide, her foot slipped slightly, not enough to send her falling, but just enough to throw off her rhythm. Kanzou caught her, steadying her with a firm grip, yet before she could fully regain her balance, the tip of his cock caught against her folds. Then, with a sudden, unyielding pressure, it pushed past her slick entrance and slid deep inside in one smooth, wet thrust.
Schlup~
The accident happened in a heartbeat, his cock sliding deep inside her pussy, filling her in one smooth, accidental thrust.
"Wh-what…? Y-you're inside me, Kan-sama…" Mikoto gasped, eyes flying wide. Her breath caught, a broken moan escaping her lips as her walls instinctively clenched around his thick intrusion.
"So it seems…" Kanzou chuckled, amusement flickering in his tone.
Was it truly an accident? Perhaps only Kanzou knew the answer to that. But in the end, it didn't matter, what mattered was the way his grip on her waist tightened, fingers digging into her slick skin as he began to guide her hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding her pussy against his throbbing cock.
"Aaahhnnn~ Nnnghhh~!" she cried out, her voice trembling as pleasure threatened to short-circuit her thoughts.
But amid the haze, she also sensed that something felt… different.
'Kan-sama… s-so… overwhelmingly big…' she thought breathlessly, her mind spinning as he pushed deeper, stretching her beyond anything she'd ever felt before.
Every night he fucked her, she always felt full, completely claimed, and over time, she'd grown used to that intoxicating ache.
But today… Today was different. The sensation was sharper and heavier, as though her body was being split apart all over again, reshaped to fit only him. It reminded her of the first few times he had fucked her.
'C-could it be… Kan-sama's size… has increased suddenly?' she wondered, unable to find any other explanation. But the thought only sparked briefly, a fleeting wonder amid the haze, and it dissolved instantly as pleasure crashed over her, her body igniting from the fullness alone.
"Aaahnnn~!" She let out a sharp, breathless cry, nails digging into his shoulders as her hips jerked forward, driving him even deeper.
Though his cock had slipped into her pussy by accident, when it was meant to rest between her cheeks, Mikoto didn't mind. She simply continued her task without hesitation.
After all, this wasn't a deviation from her purpose; it was the final stage of cleansing. Only now, instead of using soap and her ass cheeks, she was using her pussy and its flowing nectar to wash him clean. In a way, it was even better, more thorough, more intimate, ensuring that not a single trace of Kushina remained on him.
'Yeah… this is better…' she thought as her pussy wrapped around him, tight and hot, clenching with intent as though to purge any lingering trace of Kushina, coating his cock in her own slick heat until only her essence remained, inside and out.
Kanzou's hands stayed locked on her waist, steady and commanding. But instead of rolling her hips, he began lifting and slamming her down in steady, deliberate thrusts. Each drop impaled her completely, her soaked folds gripping him like velvet fire, sliding in soapy, rhythmic strokes that blurred the line between purification and pleasure.
Plap~ Plap~
Wet, rhythmic slaps echoed through the steamy air, her soapy breasts sliding feverishly across his chest, nipples scraping against his skin as if to reclaim every inch of him.
Mikoto's head tipped back, her moans breaking into breathless whimpers as she rode him with reckless abandon, thighs trembling around his hips.
"K-Kan-samaaaa~! I neeeed to clean you… all the waaay… aaaahnn… insiiiide~! Hnnnngh~!"
The overwhelming stretch melted into pure ecstasy, her clit grinding against the base of his cock with every plunge, stoking a fire that burned hot in her belly. She couldn't think about the size, the intensity, only the heat, the way her pussy clenched and fluttered, desperate to erase every trace of Kushina by drowning his cock in her devotion.
"Yeah… clean me with that tight dripping pussy of yours, Mikoto. Clean me up thoroughly," he rasped in pleasure as his upward thrusts met her downward drops in perfect sync. His hands roamed her slick back, pressing her close until her body molded against his, then slid down to her buttocks, palming and angling her just right.
The soap frothed between them as her walls tightened in rhythmic, vice-like pulses, her slickness spilling freely to coat his balls in a mix of heat and foam. Every ridge of his cock dragged along her depths, battering her sweet spots until she trembled on the edge of release, thorough, unrelenting, her body devoted entirely to purifying him through pleasure.
Squelch~ Plap~ Squelch~
The rhythm swallowed her whole, hips rolling in frantic circles as he bounced her without mercy, the air thick with the sound of wet slaps, ragged breaths, and the lewd symphony of skin on skin.
Pleasure surged like a storm inside her, vision blurring, toes curling, every nerve on fire until she thought she might shatter.
"C-cum… I-I'm about to… aaah… Kan-sama… I'm about to cum—!" she cried out, voice breaking as she begged, "P-please… let me do it… let me cum to wash your penis with it~!"
Kanzou's grin darkened. "Yeah? You want to wash my cock with your juices? Very well… I'll allow it. Go on, Mikoto, cum. Drench my cock with your cum. Clean every inch with your juices."
"Yesshh… I'll do it… I'll drench every inch of your large penis with my juices…" she wailed, the words tumbling from her lips as her body broke.
"Aaaahhhhnnnn… C-cumming~!" Her pussy clenched tight around him, spasming in raw, unrestrained ecstasy as hot torrents of nectar gushed forth, flooding his cock, balls, and thighs in uncontrollable waves.
Squirt~ Squirt~
Her whole body convulsed helplessly in his grip, trembling as if every ounce of her strength was being wrung out in that overwhelming release as she was left in a quivering mess pressed against his chest.
"Haaah… haaah…" she panted, forehead resting on his shoulder, too dazed to move. Her mind swirled in a haze of exhaustion and bliss, lost somewhere between devotion and delirium.
But Kanzou wasn't finished. While Mikoto was still reeling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, he was already on the move. His arms tightened around her waist, and with effortless strength, he lifted her just enough for his cock to slip free with a wet schlop~, leaving her empty and aching in an instant.
Before she could even whimper a protest or react, Kanzou turned her effortlessly, guiding her until her slick, soapy back pressed against his chest. Her spine arched instinctively into the heat of his scarred skin as he hooked her legs over his, spreading her wide open. Her trembling thighs draped limply across his, her buttocks pressing onto his hips, and her toes arched for balance against the stool's edge.
"There… let's try cleaning from this position," Kanzou nodded, then commanded her. "Now, why don't you guide that cock of mine back inside your pussy so we can continue, hmm? You can do that, can't you, Mikoto?"
"Y-yesshh, Kan-sama~" she breathed, her half-lidded eyes hazy with devotion as she leaned forward, wet hair spilling messily over her shoulders. One hand braced against his thigh for balance, while the other trembled downward, guided by an unyielding need to please and purify him.
Her slender fingers wrapped around the hot, pulsing head of his thick, veined cock, still glistening with her own juices, as she lifted it and aligned it with her slick entrance, still tender from her earlier climax.
As you'd expect, there was no hesitation in her mind, even as her body quivered from being sensitive, she still pushed the swollen head in, gasping at the sensation it gave her as heat and wetness melded once more.
Haaah~
Feeling her tight, dripping pussy envelop him again, Kanzou's lips curved into a smile. "Alright then…" he murmured, his grip tightening around her hips like iron as he lifted her, slowly and deliberately, then suddenly pulled her down in one fluid motion, impaling her in reverse cowgirl.
Plap!
The sharp slap of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the steamy air as the head of his cock slammed against her cervix, pressing with unrelenting precision. The impact sent a shockwave through her body, forcing her spine to arch as a guttural moan tore from her throat, "Aaaaaaahhnnnnnn~!"
"Fufu~ that's it…" Kanzou murmured, clearly satisfied; her moans were music to his ears. Leaning in close, he whispered against her ear, "By the way… You still haven't cleaned my balls. Don't forget them."
"R-right… I mmm~ a-almost forgotttt…" Mikoto nodded, voice trembling deliriously as her hand reached down, from the base of his cock to his balls, and she began massaging them gently. One hand wasn't enough, though; after a moment's hesitation, she lifted the other from his thigh to help, cradling and rubbing both with care. "I-iis it a-alright, Kan-samaaa~? A-am I applying too muuuch pressure~? Hnnn~"
"Yeah… you're doing great. Keep going," Kanzou exhaled, his voice low and rough as his breath hitched at the sensation. But he didn't let the indulgence last; his grip on her waist tightened, fingers digging into her soft skin, supporting her to ensure that she didn't fall, as he lifted her slowly until only the swollen head of his cock remained inside her pussy. Then, with a swift, forceful pull, he drove her back down, burying himself to the hilt.
The impact struck deep, battering her cervix and making her whole body arch like a drawn bow. Her hands massaging his balls loosened, and her eyes rolled back as a strangled moan tore from her throat, spilling into the steamy air in ragged bursts, "Aaahhnnn~! K-Kan-sama… haaah… i-it's hitting… ngghhh… so deep~!"
"Good… how else would you clean me properly if it doesn't reach this deep?" Kanzou chuckled against her ear as he began the rhythm anew, lifting her slowly, then driving her back down with controlled force.
He started slow, savoring the way her slick walls clung and stretched around him, each descent a deliberate plunge that made her tremble. Her earlier dazed thought flickered again, 'He really does feel thicker… longer…' before dissolving into another helpless moan.
Up she was lifted on shaky legs, toes flexing for balance on the stool, and down she was dropped again, his grip dictating every movement, her hands constantly trying to work on his balls, massaging and tugging gently in time with his pace.
Each impact rippled through her body, her breasts bouncing up and down with the lift and drop, soft butt cheeks jiggling against his hips as the wet slap of skin echoed in the steamy air.
Plap~ Plap~ Plap~
The pace built steadily, each lift and drop growing more insistent.
Her buttocks clapped against his hips in rhythmic, hypnotic ripples that sent shivers straight through her core. Every grind against his base made her clit throb, untouched yet aflame from the relentless pounding of his cockhead battering her cervix.
Still, her trembling hands didn't stop working his balls, soapy fingers cradling, rubbing, and tugging with jealousy and devotion, desperate to scrub away any trace of Kushina's impurity on them.
Squelch~ Plap~ Squelch~
Kanzou's breathing turned ragged, the double assault of her clenching pussy and her tender ministrations feeding the fire coiling in his gut, the pressure to flood her mounting with every thrust.
"Guhhh… damn it…" he growled under his breath, leaning forward until his lips brushed her ear. "Mikoto… look at me," he ordered.
"Y-yeshh…?" she breathed out shakily, turning her head, only for her words to die as his mouth crashed against hers.
Chu~
The kiss was deep and consuming, tongues tangling in a slick, desperate struggle for dominance as her muffled moans melted into his mouth. Saliva mingled with the faint taste of soap, dripping between their lips while the steamy air filled with the wet sounds of their shared hunger.
Mmmph~ Slurp~
Their rhythm quickened in tandem, her body rising and falling in a fevered cadence, an obscene symphony of flesh and breath merging into one.
Clap~ Clap~ Clap~ Clap~
"Ha… ha… ha… ha…"
Slurp~ Slurp~
It was like music, rhythmic, intoxicating, each breath, each thrust, each moan building upon the last, driving them both closer to the brink until they teetered on the edge of release.
Breaking the kiss, Mikoto gasped between ragged breaths, her voice trembling and desperate, "K-Kan-sama… I-I'm close again... please, let me cum... let me drench your cock and balls in my juices again… for the final cleaning~!"
Kanzou's eyes darkened, hunger and heat merging into one as he leaned close, his breath hot against her ear.
"Yeah… do it, Mikoto. Cum for me again. Wash me clean with everything you've got," he commanded.
The instant his words reached her, her body broke apart.
"C-cumming~! Cummmmminnnnggggg~!" she cried out, voice cracking as her head lolled back onto his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut in overwhelming ecstasy.
Her pussy clenched violently around him, and waves of pleasure tore through her trembling frame as hot torrents of nectar gushed forth squirt~ squirt~ flooding his cock and balls in uncontrollable bursts that dripped onto the wet wooden floor, mixing with the soap and water below.
The overwhelming pleasure dragged Kanzou over the edge as a guttural growl tore from his throat. "Mikoto…"
"Yeshhh, Kan-sama?" she breathed out, her face twisted in an ahegao smile, eyes glazed with bliss.
"I'm about to cum too," he warned, voice thick with heat. "Take it all in your pussy… this is your reward for properly cleaning me up."
"A reward…? For Mikoto?" she gasped, nodding eagerly. "Then… please, Kan-sama… give it to me… flood my pussy with your hot cum… reward me for my efforts…"
Her face was so perverted, so utterly depraved, that if she were to see herself in that moment, she would've died of shame.
But to Kanzou, that expression was pure ecstasy. The sight of his once-proud Mikoto reduced to this trembling, lust-drunk mess, paired with those filthy, submissive words, made his cock twitch and pulse violently.
He knew then that he'd reached his limit, "Fuck… Mikoto… take it all…!"
With a feral growl, he bit down on her nape, fangs piercing her skin just enough to draw blood, and yanked her down one last time, burying himself to the hilt, his cock battering her cervix as it throbbed in unrestrained release.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
"Aaahhhnnnn~ I… I can feel it… it's coming… s-so hot… it's flooding me…" Mikoto moaned, her voice quivering with dazed bliss as the molten heat of his seed spread deep inside, filling her completely.
But even after several thick spurts, there was no sign of it stopping. Kanzou kept releasing more.
'The quantity…' he thought, a flicker of surprise cutting through his pleasure. 'Was I really capable of shooting this much?'
Even after the intense session he'd had with Kushina just the night before, his body showed no sign of restraint. The endless gush of cum seemed almost impossible, as if his stamina had reset overnight, like he hadn't spent himself at all.
Well… whatever the reason, his release didn't stop, spurt after spurt erupted from him, each pulse filling her to the brim until at last, after nearly a dozen bursts, the flow finally slowed.
"S-so much…" Mikoto whimpered, trembling from the overwhelming sensation of being filled again and again beyond her limit. The sheer volume stretched her womb, making her abdomen feel heavy and warm. She could feel every pulse, every gush, pressing deeper and deeper within her until at last the excess began to spill out, trickling down her trembling thighs.
Only after the final spurt left him, Kanzou released his bite from her neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Haaah… haaah…" A few scarlet drops trickled down her skin, and he lazily licked them away before pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the mark he'd left behind.
Mikoto trembled, her voice fragile between shallow gasps. "Th-thank you for the reward, Kan-sama…"
A faint smirk curved Kanzou's lips as he leaned close and murmured against her ear, "Yes… you deserved it, Mikoto. You did well cleaning me up."
"Hai… Kan-sama… now… You are truly… all clean," she sighed softly, glad that she managed to clean up all of Kushina's traces from him, even if it left her utterly spent.
"Hmm…" Kanzou hummed, feeling her body almost going limp in his arms, every muscle of hers quivering in the fading afterglow as his cock also began to soften and slipped free of her cave, causing the thick semen it was keeping plugged in her womb to spill out in a slow, milky stream.
"Ahh… what a waste…" she murmured wistfully as she felt herself getting emptied.
If not for the exhaustion weighing on her limbs, she would have wanted to drink it all.
"Not to worry…" Kanzou said with a knowing smirk. Noting her regret, he reached down, gathering a handful of the thick mixture from her entrance before bringing it to her lips. "Here you go… drink up."
"Yessshhh~" she breathed, smiling eagerly as she opened her mouth and began to lick and suck his fingers and palm, savoring the taste of his cum.
Slurp~ Slurp~
"Mmm… tasty… even more than usual…" she murmured, gulping it down, and made sure not to leave even a drop, her tongue tracing every inch of his hand.
"Fufu~ what a depraved wife I have…" Kanzou chuckled, scooping up more of the warm blend with his other hand and watching in excitement as she eagerly devoured it, licking and swallowing every drop like it was the sweetest dessert in the world.
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Uchiha Police Station, Konohagakure
"When will P. Jiraiya and Namikaze Minato be released, you ask? Hmm… well." Uchiha Shin glanced at the two young men from the same squad as Namikaze Minato before answering. "As for Jiraiya… he's a criminal with solid evidence against him, so he won't be released for the foreseeable future. Minato, however, is only a suspect — he'll remain in custody until he's proven innocent."
"Can we meet them?" asked Naoki, the black-haired shinobi wearing Konoha's green waist and forehead protector.
"No." Shin's answer was immediate and final. Both Jiraiya and Minato had been imprisoned on Kanzou's special orders; no one was allowed to see them.
"What? We're only asking to visit them — what harm could that do?" Dekai protested. He was dark-skinned, with short blond hair, and wore Konoha's green vest and forehead protector.
"Did you not hear me the first time?" Shin's irritation showed. "They're prisoners. You cannot meet them."
"But Minato's in our squad… and Jiraiya-sama is our teacher," Dekai insisted, clearly dissatisfied.
"Even family ties or squad membership don't change that." Shin's voice turned cold. "Now go. Don't waste my time, or I'll have you both put in a cell as well."
"What? We're only here to meet our squadmate and sensei! You'd have us arrested for that?" Dekai snapped, clearly frustrated by Shin's unreasonable attitude.
"Hmph." Shin crossed his arms, his expression twisting into a mocking grin. "Your teacher's a pervert who peeps on the bathing women in the bathhouse, and Namikaze Minato is suspected of being his accomplice. Now that I think about it… since you two are in the same squad, maybe you're accomplices as well."
He leaned forward slightly, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Alright then, why don't I just arrest you both? You're so eager to meet them, how about I throw you in the cell opposite theirs? That way, you can talk all you want. How does that sound?"
His hand moved toward his weapon as he spoke, the wicked smirk never leaving his face.
"W-we're sorry! We'll leave right away," Naoki stammered, bowing quickly before grabbing Dekai's arm. "Come on, Dekai, let's go. Let's not trouble Uchiha-san any further."
"But Naoki—" Dekai began, still unwilling to back down.
"I said, let's go!" Naoki hissed darkly, dragging his companion out of the police station before things could escalate further.
"Haah… what a pair of cowards," Shin muttered with a derisive snort, watching them leave before returning to his work.
Outside the Police Headquarters, Dekai and Naoki walked in silence for a while, frustration weighing on them both.
"What do we do now?" Dekai finally asked helplessly. "We can't meet Hokage-sama either… so what are we supposed to do? Are Jiraiya-sensei and Minato just going to stay locked up? Who knows how long it'll take to prove Minato's innocence…"
"For now, there's nothing we can do," Naoki replied with a shrug. "We'll just have to wait—either until Hokage-sama agrees to see us or until Minato is cleared."
He slid his hands into his pockets and added, "In the meantime, keep yourself busy… but don't do anything reckless. The last thing we need is to make things worse."
"Wait—where are you going?" Dekai asked, noticing his companion starting to walk off.
"To the library," Naoki answered. "I want to check if there's anything useful in the legal archives—something that might help us get Jiraiya-sensei and Minato out."
It made sense. Konoha's library wasn't just for jutsu and research; it also held scrolls and records on the village's laws and policies.
"In that case, I'll come with you," Dekai said quickly.
"Suit yourself—but don't come complaining to me later," Naoki replied with a shrug.
"Why would I complain?" Dekai shot back, clearly irritated by the remark.
"Just saying," Naoki muttered, though he was absolutely certain that Dekai would.
The two then headed toward the Konoha library together, their minds heavy with determination and unease.
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