When The Hunter, Becomes The Hunted

The sun had set long ago, and it was past midnight in Iwagakure. The crowded streets had come to an abrupt silence, and darkness filled the village. However, a small light was emitting from a far off household. The light belonged to the office of Hiro-san, the president of one of Iwagakure's largest manufacturing businesses. His wife, along with his many children were sound asleep, leaving him alone, behind his desk, his pen scribbling against a sheet of paper. The room was rather small for an office, as it was indeed, part of his home. A window was sprawled open behind him, and the only entrance to the room left open. The room was lightened by a single candle light, sitting firmly on the edge of the desk. Hiro-san cleared his throat, rising to his feet ever so slowly. It was finally time to go to sleep, he had been working all day.

Just outside the window, strapped to the very side of the building, was none other than the Beauty of the Hidden Leaf Village. Experienced and resourceful, there seemed to be no better option than Sayuri to conduct an assassination as cold and disheartening as this. As Hiro-san slowly rose to his feet, Sayuri silently climbed through the window, approaching the man from behind. She embraced the man from behind, pressing her large breasts into his back. She moved her hands down his figure, grasping the man around the groin area. Hiro-san's eyes widened, as his nose picked up on Sayuri's fresh, cherry scent. He managed to turn himself around, remembering Sayuri from earlier in the day. They had met for the first time that morning, while he had gone shopping for groceries. The man simply couldn't keep his eyes off her then, and here she was now, in front of him.

He looked the woman over, utterly impressed. Sayuri was dressed in skin-tight, one-piece, jet-black, stretchable garment, revealing her stupendous curvaceous figure. Her neckline ended half way down her bosoms, exposing a great deal of the woman's flagrant flesh. Sayuri stood before him, her soft, pink lips glistening in the candle light.

Without hesitation, he tied his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. He pressed his lips against hers, capturing her mouth with hunger. His hands descended further down, grasping the woman's shapely bottoms. Sayuri's tongue slipped between his parted lips, searching the insides of his mouth. Hiro-san circled his body in a full 360 degree angle, pushing Sayuri onto the table, before bending down on top of her, and capturing her mouth once more. He broke free from the kiss after several seconds, nibbling on the woman's neck. Sayuri weened quietly, placing her hand behind the man's head, as he lowered himself further, freeing the woman's chest. "Mmmm.." Was all Sayuri could manage, as she was flipped onto her front side. Hiro-san grasped the woman's waist, before thrusting forward between her bottoms, with his clothed groin. Skin on skin sounds filled the night sky as the candle light diminished slowly.

 The Next Morning 

Hiro-san was found the next morning, lying atop his own office desk. His eyes had since rolled back, his eye lids closed forever. A large squadron of shinobi filled the room, searching the room for any evidence. "I don't get it... here he is dead.. yet not a trace of the murderer. Are ya sure someone killed him?" Questioned one of the masked figures.

"It's almost certain. Hiro-san didn't have any diseases... atleast none of which were reported." Said another, running his hand against the corpse's neck, searching the naked body for any clues. "Shoot.. this is a real bummer. This'll effect the village as a whole..." Said the masked man, as his fist tightened. He sniffed the air, with his eyes widening shortly afterwards. "I'm picking up on a cherry scent... it's strong.. I may be able to track it."

"Woman's perfume? Why would there be a woman in here..? You don't think his wife-"

"No. We've already searched her things, as well as the house. Nothing of this scent in the whole damn house. It's gotta be it."

The other masked shinobi approached the cold, naked body. "So what do you think happened then? I mean... woman's perfume... he's naked.."

The other man shook his head, which was covered by a cat-like mask. "Look, Hiro-san being unfaithful is the last of our concerns. Whoever committed this murder was here today, within the time span of midnight to now. That gives this person... approximately 8 hours to have fled the village." He explained, lifting Hiro-san's clothing with a covered gauntlet. "Have these sent to the sensor corps. A.S.A.P. Tell them to capitalize on this cherry scent as much as they can."

 Several Days Later 

Iwagakure's sensory team was hard at work, despite only having been given a short supply of supplies to work with. Picking up on the cherry scent, the corps. issued a small squadron of shinobi, accompanied by a dog, to track down the assassin. The leader of the group, was none other than Ginojo Soga, a profound wielder of the Byakugan.