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Izumi turned herself to give the man who towered over her some privacy as he changed into his robe. Out of the corner of her eye, she couldn’t help but notice the multiple deep scars on his torso. As a shinobi, she had her fair share of wounds and scars, but none came close to the ones that were imprinted into Keitaro’s skin.
“Hm? You want me to help wash you?”
A faint crimson painted her cheeks at his request, but she nodded as she herself began to strip down to her undergarments.
“S-sure, I don’t mind. I always miss some spots on my back, too. ‘I’ll scratch your back and you’ll scratch mine’, kinda deal?”
Once the Uchiha woman was completely nude, she slipped her robe on and tied it up tight, making sure that she was completely covered. She was nervous enough coming to the bath houses with a male, let alone knowing that she would be naked with him. Not that she didn’t have a great body, but Izumi was, and always has been, a modest woman.
Her eyes widened at the mention of the Last Great Ninja War, a war that she had indeed fought in, but tried her hardest not to think about too often.
“I did, actually. It was so heart-warming to see all of the shinobi from the different villages come together to fight for the greater good. I’ve always dreamed of a peaceful world, and now, hopefully… We’re one step closer.”
“Of course! There’s one not too far from here. Oh-“
She turned her attention to the young children and grinned down at their now cheerful faces.
“Do you two know where your parents are? Do you live around here?”
Once she knew the children would be safe on their short journey back home — thanks to her raven — she started walking towards the Leaf Village.
“There’s a bathhouse closer to my village. I was thinking about going there once I’d finished up with the paperwork from my mission, but I’m sure a little delay won’t hurt. Come on!”
When they arrived, she sighed in relief and grabbed two robes; one for herself and one for Keitaro.
“Here you go! I can’t wait to soak myself in the water. This week has been TOO long!”
Izumi nodded as he spoke, listening intently to what he had to say until her head snapped back towards him at the mention of his vision loss. The Great Ninja War took many things from Shinobi and Samurai alike, but somehow, Izumi came out of it practically unscathed. She counted herself extremely lucky for that.
“Keitaro, I’m… Sorry to hear about your vision. Here… Let’s go so that we can get you all cleaned up, hm?”
The pure warm water lapped at the Uchiha’s now bare body as she tenderly wiped Keitaro’s back from behind, the blood staining the white washcloth crimson.
“Is this okay? I think I’ve nearly gotten all of the blood off of you- Oh, wait… Right there.”
She stood up as high as she could on her tippy toes to reach the blood splatter on the back of his neck, accidentally pressing her exposed chest against him.
“Ack- S-sorry! I slipped!”
Izumi turned herself to give the man who towered over her some privacy as he changed into his robe. Out of the corner of her eye, she couldn’t help but notice the multiple deep scars on his torso. As a shinobi, she had her fair share of wounds and scars, but none came close to the ones that were imprinted into Keitaro’s skin.
“Hm? You want me to help wash you?”
A faint crimson painted her cheeks at his request, but she nodded as she herself began to strip down to her undergarments.
“S-sure, I don’t mind. I always miss some spots on my back, too. ‘I’ll scratch your back and you’ll scratch mine’, kinda deal?”
Once the Uchiha woman was completely nude, she slipped her robe on and tied it up tight, making sure that she was completely covered. She was nervous enough coming to the bath houses with a male, let alone knowing that she would be naked with him. Not that she didn’t have a great body, but Izumi was, and always has been, a modest woman.
Her eyes widened at the mention of the Last Great Ninja War, a war that she had indeed fought in, but tried her hardest not to think about too often.
“I did, actually. It was so heart-warming to see all of the shinobi from the different villages come together to fight for the greater good. I’ve always dreamed of a peaceful world, and now, hopefully… We’re one step closer.”
She swallowed nervously and pulled herself off of Keitaro’s noticeably warm body before clearing her throat.
“I was in the Third Division, where shinobi and samurai alike who focused on close to mid-range combat were preferred. Kakashi Hatake was our leader…”
She tapped the samurai’s shoulder and turned herself around, her back facing him.
“… You’re all done! My turn, please!”
She dipped her fingertips into the water and swept her hand back and forth, creating small waves as pictures of the Ninja War flashed in her mind.
“It was… Intense. I’m glad that I was put to use, but… I wish that the fighting didn’t have to happen.”
Izumi nodded as he spoke, listening intently to what he had to say until her head snapped back towards him at the mention of his vision loss. The Great Ninja War took many things from Shinobi and Samurai alike, but somehow, Izumi came out of it practically unscathed. She counted herself extremely lucky for that.
“Keitaro, I’m… Sorry to hear about your vision. Here… Let’s go so that we can get you all cleaned up, hm?”
The pure warm water lapped at the Uchiha’s now bare body as she tenderly wiped Keitaro’s back from behind, the blood staining the white washcloth crimson.
“Is this okay? I think I’ve nearly gotten all of the blood off of you- Oh, wait… Right there.”
She stood up as high as she could on her tippy toes to reach the blood splatter on the back of his neck, accidentally pressing her exposed chest against him.
“Ack- S-sorry! I slipped!”
Izumi blinked a few times, mentally slapping herself for being so foolish.
“Think, Izumi. Think!” Her inner monologue practically shouted at her as she reached for Keitaro’s hands and guided them towards her body.
“Here, I’ll put your hands on my shoulders and you can turn me around when you’re ready.”
She hummed happily once his hands were securely on her shoulders, a shy smile tugging on her lips.
This was a whole new experience for the female Uchiha. If her Mother knew that she was at a bath-house with a complete stranger, she would lose her mind, even though Izumi was an adult. Her Mother was strict, to say the least, and still acted as if her daughter was a mere child. Alas, Izumi did her own thing and was authentically herself. And right now, she was captivated by the kind-natured samurai in his birthday suit standing behind her.
She swallowed nervously and pulled herself off of Keitaro’s noticeably warm body before clearing her throat.
“I was in the Third Division, where shinobi and samurai alike who focused on close to mid-range combat were preferred. Kakashi Hatake was our leader…”
She tapped the samurai’s shoulder and turned herself around, her back facing him.
“… You’re all done! My turn, please!”
She dipped her fingertips into the water and swept her hand back and forth, creating small waves as pictures of the Ninja War flashed in her mind.
“It was… Intense. I’m glad that I was put to use, but… I wish that the fighting didn’t have to happen.”
Izumi tilted her head in slight confusion, unaware of how erotic her words had sounded.
“T-tease? Me?”
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his lips linger near her ear and plant a kiss to the sensitive skin of her neck. A shiver ran down her spine at his electric touch, forcing her body against his. Skin to skin.
“W-well, you are… Very handsome and you have an especially kind heart. So, to answer your question… I-I would have to say yes, Keitaro.”
She inhaled deeply, wondering exactly what the samurai, as well as herself, was thinking. Was he attracted to her too, even if he couldn’t see her? Why was she so fascinated by him? Why did she want to get closer? It was like her body was reacting faster than her brain, which is not ideal for a shinobi. In the moment, though, Izumi didn’t care.
Izumi blinked a few times, mentally slapping herself for being so foolish.
“Think, Izumi. Think!” Her inner monologue practically shouted at her as she reached for Keitaro’s hands and guided them towards her body.
“Here, I’ll put your hands on my shoulders and you can turn me around when you’re ready.”
She hummed happily once his hands were securely on her shoulders, a shy smile tugging on her lips.
This was a whole new experience for the female Uchiha. If her Mother knew that she was at a bath-house with a complete stranger, she would lose her mind, even though Izumi was an adult. Her Mother was strict, to say the least, and still acted as if her daughter was a mere child. Alas, Izumi did her own thing and was authentically herself. And right now, she was captivated by the kind-natured samurai in his birthday suit standing behind her.
Izumi squeaked at the feeling of 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌, and she instinctively places her hands on Keitaro’s chest, the pads of her fingers delicately tracing the 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 embedded into his skin.
“K-Keitaro…”
For once in her life, the Uchiha was speechless. There was hardly ever a time where she couldn’t speak her truth or have her feelings known. But this 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, was stirring up feelings and thoughts that Izumi was unfamiliar with.
Without a second thought, she hooked her arms around the samurai’s neck and pressed her lips against his, her eyes fluttering to a close.
Izumi tilted her head in slight confusion, unaware of how erotic her words had sounded.
“T-tease? Me?”
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his lips linger near her ear and plant a kiss to the sensitive skin of her neck. A shiver ran down her spine at his electric touch, forcing her body against his. Skin to skin.
“W-well, you are… Very handsome and you have an especially kind heart. So, to answer your question… I-I would have to say yes, Keitaro.”
She inhaled deeply, wondering exactly what the samurai, as well as herself, was thinking. Was he attracted to her too, even if he couldn’t see her? Why was she so fascinated by him? Why did she want to get closer? It was like her body was reacting faster than her brain, which is not ideal for a shinobi. In the moment, though, Izumi didn’t care.