Family Feud III

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The reins of tranquility fell within the fragile grasp of the one prophesied as the Beauty of the Hidden Leaf; though she was now much past her glory years, her legacy itself functioned as a steppingstone for the rest of her future --shedding light where the shadows crept. She had devoted this portion of her life to serving her village in an opaque manner, one which consisted of her remaining at home, even when the rest of her family members were out venturing the skies. And so, this was how the fair maiden went about the day, lingering upon the hardwood floor, looking out of her sliding door at the many flowers that bloomed, among them the traditional lotus of the Hidden Leaf. Rays of the scorching sun beamed through her paper thin room dividers, tainting her tight fitted kimono with hope of a new era. A butterfly landed then, in her hair, flying in the southern direction.

The sun shined brightly down upon the fire country, for it was a perfect day to bask in the beauty of nature. Like any other day, the Konohagakure streets were buzzing with activity. People of all shapes and sizes roamed these passageways, speaking amongst one other in friendly conversation. And among these people were two young men who slightly differed in age. They were none other than children of two of the most iconic figures of shinobi history. Met merely a few months back, and in such a short time, they seem to have established a certain bond. It was Ki's first time visiting the land of fire, he had heard many stories about Seika's many adventures while he resided once upon a time. Causally walking through the busy village, the two chatted about the thing they've accomplished since last seeing another in the Lightning county. They had arrived at Katoku's home, and moments later, Sayuri's door did open. Not long after, Katoku stepped in politely speaking to his mother and greeting her with an embrace of love.

"Hey Mom.." He said lightly, pulling away from their embrace.

"Katoku-san, welcome home," she said, greeting the two with a warm smile. The movement of her son's chest away from her resulted in the usual wobble of her breast, made only worse when considering how vast her cleavage truly was. She nervously crossed a single arm beneath her inflated chest, attempting to cease their movement without drawing too much attention to herself. With a hint of a blush beneath both of her eyes, her sparkling gaze fell upon Kiyoshi, a boy she had never seen before.

"Hello there," Sayuri said to him, waiting for her son to more properly introduce the two of them.

Though his thick shaded spectacles, which hid his light gray colored eyes, Kiyoshi watched as Sayuri's beasts wobbled almost uncontrollably; slightly smiling from the corner of his mouth. Katoku' pressed his lips before softly sighing. He gave his busty mother a pointed look, "Mother.... This is Kiyoshi..." He said tilting his head in Ki's direction. "I believe I've told you about him several months back after my visit from Kumogakure." Pulling his hands from the pockets his jeans, Kiyoshi stretched out hoping to greet her in the form of a handshake.

"Hello Sayuri-sama." He would say upon establishing said handshake.

Sayuri's handshake was a bit odd. For one, her hand did not travel beyond Kiyoshi's fingers, and her thumb gently kneaded the ball of his hand. There was additional meant by it, though it was more of a massage than it was a handshake, something she did when greeting most others for the very first time. "Oh! Yes, I remember now. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Kiyo-san."

With that, she retrieved her own hand and turned around, taking a few steps in the other direction before glancing back towards them once more. "I'll get the two of you something to drink; it's always quite hot out around this time of day. I suppose they don't call it the Land of "Fire" for nothing," she said, with a bit of a giggle at the end. Once more, she walked off in the opposite direction, and into the kitchen.

Through his dark lens, the young man watched as the busty brunette waltzed into the kitchen to retrieve refreshments. After exiting the room, Kiyoshi quickly turned toward Katoku, slapping his shoulder from excitement. "That's your mom!?!" He whispered loudly, attempting to hide his enthusiasm. "She doesn't look anywhere near as old as you say. To be honest, she's actually pretty ho-..." Kiyoshi was suddenly cut off by Katoku's hand being place of his mouth.

"Okay.... No.. We aren't going to discuss my mother being "hot". For one, it's disgusting. Two, she's my mother." Katoku bluntly stated without making any sort of eye contact. After a few seconds of utter silence, Katoku and Kiyoshi pull chairs up to sit across from his mother's previous position. "And please, whatever you do... Refrain from complimenting her young appearance, she thinks that she hang with our generation."

The voluptuous beauty returned with an apron tied around her back and a tray carrying some snacking items. She stopped in between where the two were seated and leaned over slightly, so that her bare shoulder almost slightly grazed Kiyoshi, to put down a plate filled with onigiri in the center. Next, she removed a cup of water, one for each, placing them in front of the two boys. "Now, where ever did that brother of yours run off to?"

She dusted her lush rear end with her hands and then folded them beneath her planets.

Nonchalantly reaching in the plate of onigirl, Katoku eagerly bit into the rice ball. Despite his constant criticizing Sayuri's age, Katoku had always admired the woman's skill the kitchen. After several chews, he swallow hardly and then when on to speak. "Yasaki... Uhh he's around here somewhere. Probably at the library or something.. You know he's sort of a bookworm."

Beside Katoku, Kiyoshi sat quietly lightly sipping on the icy beverage provided by Sayuri. Attempting to speak, Kiyoshi lightly parted lips mere seconds from talking, it was deemed a failure attempt thanks to Katoku's rather rude interruption. "Oh mom. Is it okay if Ki crashes here for a couple days? He's currently traveling the world and such. He kinda needs a place to stay while he's here."

Sayuri bit her lip. "You know, it really wouldn't be appropriate to have someone over --especially another male figure, for that matter-- when your father is away, though I suppose we can make a special exception here for Kiyo-san," she said, with her lips turning to a warm smile, as if offering a sudden restraint of comfort. "I'll go and tidy up the extra room we have."

The busty kunoichi undid her apron as she went, leaving it behind on a nearby counter.

Kiyoshi eyes slightly widened from Sayuri's respone , he could not help but bare a smile on his face as the woman unfasten her apron. Kiyoshi gazed at she, yet again, walked away from the two. While unnoticed to Katoku, who was lost in the taste of his rice balls, Kiyoshi attention was glued to Sayuru's round rump as she trailed upstairs. He was suddenly snapped from out of Hus trance by Katoki's frantic shouts.

"Shit shit... I'm gonna be late!" He mused, lightly laughing at his own foolishness. "Mommmmmmmmmm... I have to go a mission today, I'll be back in a couple hours. Please, my dear mother. Behave yourself." And with that Katoku was gone, leaving Kiyoshi alone with Sayuri.

Up in guest room, Sayuri was hard at work, ensuring that the place was sufficient enough for another person to live in. Over by the dresser, she ran her hands in a circle motion to wipe away the dust that had accumulated there. Several cardboard boxes were still left over throughout the room, presumably since the family had been using it more so as a storage room than anything the last few years. Moving next towards the bed, Sayuri proceeded to folding a bundle of loose clothing.

Making his way up the flight of stairs, Kiyoshi stopped at the entrance of the guest room. Though he didn't want to startle the woman, he lightly knocked on the door to gain her attention. "Um.. Sayuri-sama, do you need any help tiding up the room. After all, I'll be the one staying in here."

Sayuri turned around to greet the boy. "Oh, Kiyo-san," she began. "That's very kind of you. If it's not too much trouble, could you perhaps take those boxes to the master bedroom? You can just keep them down by the bed, I can sort them out myself later."

The boxes contained Sayuri's clothing, from her undergarments to her kimonos. Pieced together, they were rather heavy, though not much of an issue for a trained shinobi. With closer inspection, Kiyoshi could see that the boxes were clearly labeled. One tag read "swimsuits", while another read "underwear". Behind those two boxes were another two, reading "tops" and "bottoms" respectively, totaling four boxes.

Kiyoshi paused for a moment, looking to the boxes that were clearly labeled as Sayuri's undergarments and other sorts of clothing. Quickly shaking his head, the young man lightly bushed past the brunette on his way to the boxes. Gripping two of them, Kiyoshi effortlessly picked up two of them. Miscalculating the weight of the boxes, which were surprising light, Kiyoshi accidentally knocked his own glasses off revealing his light gray eyes. "Oh Uhh. Could you hold those for me?" Kiyoshi politely asked making his way out of the room and to the master bedroom. Upon returning, he repeating hese actions, he quickly finished the task awaiting for Sayuri'd next request.

She held on to his spectacles for him until he returned. "Thank you so much," she said as he came back. "You're a handy man."

Using her breath, she tainted the glasses and used her own kimono to clean them off, before placing them on him herself. With that, she moved back towards the bed and proceeded to folding one of Katoku's shirts.

Kiyoshi blushed slightly as the woman put his spectacles back of his face, re-masking their gray hue with the shaded lens. "Thanks." He replied cracking a nervous smile. As Sayuri resumed her tidy work, Kiyoshi couldn't help but admire the shape of the woman's body, despite her being his friend's mother. Though, Kiyoshi could help but wonder why Katoku talked so recklessly about his mother's age. For all Kiyoshi knew, she could pass as a woman in her mid-thirties. "Katoku told me that you were formerly in the ANBU..." He suddenly started, hoping to begin a conversation between the two in such awkward silence.

"Ah, yes. I was most certainly an ANBU member back in my time," she said, breaking into a soft giggle. "I entered in quite young; that sort of stuff really isn't allowed these days, nor is it really required."

Sayuri folded the last article of clothing and carried the pile in both arms, before gesturing towards Kiyoshi to follow behind her with a bit of a nod. She walked across the hallway and into where the master bedroom was located. There, on the dresser, sat a portrait of her with her husband. While she looked almost the exact same, the same could not be said for Kakashi; judging by the image, it was taken at least two decades earlier.

Approaching one of the boxes Kiyoshi had set down earlier, Sayuri, with her back facing the young boy, took a seat on her knees and proceeded to taking out the various clothing. She glanced back briefly to offer Kiyoshi his next array of instructions. "Sorry to trouble you again, but could you perhaps unload whatever is in that box beside you?"

The box closest to Kiyoshi --unbeknownst to Sayuri-- was the one labeled "undergarments". "I really just need them out from there. Even if you just put them over on the bed, it'd be a great help."

Not paying much attention to the box Sayuri instructed him to empty, Kiyoshi dumped it onto her bed and was quite surprised in what he saw. Loads and load of Sayuri's underwear bombarded the bed. The sheer amount was to much to sustain on her bed as several fell upon the soft carpet. Genuinely surprised, Kiyoshi body frozed as he glanced at Sayuri. "Uhm." Was all he managed to let out over his growing excitement.

Amongst the lingerie scattered about the bed and carpet were bras with cups more than twice the side of Kiyoshi's head. Even having been inside the box for so long, they were completely fresh, filling the room with a sweet scent of cherries. Turning her head as a response of Kiyoshi's remark, Sayuri blushed a bright red and stood up from her seat across the room, only to take one beside Kiyoshi and the cardboard box instead. She crawled towards the bedside, collecting the fallen panties.

"Oh, how embarrassing. I had completely forgotten that I had kept these in here."

And with that, Kiyoshi's eyes were stuck on the perfectly round hump; that was Sayuru's deliciously looking rump. A sight that vitality exploded Kiyoshi's mind, sending him Weill over the edge. Each cheek rigorously bounced as she crawled, she current position and seeming brought the young man great joy; it was clear to see that he had indeed inherited much of his father's old habits. His left eye twitch uncontrollably, he began to smell the iron within his own blood, until finally. Blood rushed from his nose, spraying into the light colored carpet. The young man's body staggered crazily as he dramatically fell upon the floor; leaving a loud thud from his sudden feelings of lightheadedness.

Sayuri turned swiftly when she heard the back of Kiyoshi's head connect with the floor. Much to her surprise, her carpet had been tainted with rich red blood, which was still gushing out from the boy's nose like a fountain.

"Oh my!"

With little time to react, Sayuri rushed towards Kiyoshi's side with a pair of her own underwear in her hand. She placed it initially on his chest, and climbed upward to absorb the trail of blood that descended down his shirt on the way up to his nose, where she used it to plug his nostrils. She kept her eyes on his face, checking for his breathing pattern. With her other hand, she generated a potent green energy and sat it down upon his stomach in the hopes of reviving him.

In such short time, Kiyoshi managed to fade in and out of his conscious mind. Breathing heavily, his abdomen tightened for his touch. And in the attempts to sit up, he thanked and apologized for staining her carpets with his blood, holding what felt like a thin silky towel. Until he actually realized what he was holding --Sayuri's underwear-- and then his excitemen . Has quite literally began to show as his heart rate increased and his jeans began to tent.

Without noticing his growing excitement, Sayuri made to move away, allowing the boy to keep a pair of her underwear for his running nose. As far as she was concerned, he would have been alright; though, she hadn't the slightest idea what had caused it in the first place. To her knowledge, it had every bit to do with dehydration, since she had already touched base on how grueling hot it had been outside. Heck, she herself had started to sweat.

"Are you alright?" she called over to him, wiping a few beads of sweat off of her forehead. "It's quite hot out, perhaps we should fetch ourselves a little something to drink?"

"I'm fine really." The young man reassured, lifting himself from the floor. "I just got a little excited is all." He said as he finished wiping the blood from his face. Looking down, he sighed as two things were brought to his attention. And covering himself up, Ki picked with his blood stained shirt. "Well, this needs to be changed."

"You can take one of Katoku's shirts," Sayuri offered, walking out the room. "Come along, I'll show you to his room."

Kiyoshi followed behind Sayuri, suddenly remembering his clothing he brought along. "Oh actually, I have a shirt from my luggage." He said quickly detouring into the room he initially came in. As he walked, he quickly unfastened the buttons on his blood stained shirt. From there he swiftly removed it, revealing his slightly muscularly toned light chocolate build and hard washboard abs.

Opening the sliding door, Kiyoshi found his light bag were he had left it. Unzipping it, he searched through the bag while walking back into the house. Few seconds later he retrieved a black T-shirt with a skull and crossbones printed in its front. And after putting it on, Kiyoshi awaited Sayuri's response in what to do with his previous blood soaked shirt.

A shadow settled over the area near the house. Land was a large golden dragon, with a young woman riding atop it. After landing in ceremonious fashion, the woman hopped off, patting the dragon on the head. "Thanks for the ride Mamoru," Shigemi said, the dragon grunting a reply before returning home. Leaving her in long chestnut hair in a high ponytail, the young woman approached the house, before opening the door. "Hey mom I'm home!" Shigemi announced, her gray eyes glinting with amusement. "Does Katoku or Yasaki have a friend over again?" she asked as she spotted the remains of a meal on the table counter.

From the other room, Kiyoshi heard an unfamiliar voice calling out for the house. A light which caused the wandering boy to peek his head around the corner. And when he did, the young man was certainly awestruck by the lady's beauty. Resembling greatly to that of Sayuri. Walking to the room, she was in, Kiyoshi would politely greet himself.

"Hello. I'm Kiyoshi Yuri, friend of Katoku. And I presume that you are Shigemi, no?"

Shigemi turned around when she heard a voice. What Shigemi saw surprised her slightly, as a handsome young male where shades appeared in the room. Once he introduced himself, her confusion cleared however. "Ah so you're the one that Katoku met in Kumogakure a few months ago," Shigemi responded as she gave Kiyoshi the one over, "Yes I am Shigemi, Katoku's older sister, nice to make your acquaintance," At that point she eyed the bloodied shirt that he held in his hand as well as the silky underwear that could only be classified as lingerie. It was slightly blood as well.

"Well, well, what is that you have in your hand? Did someone become a little too excited?" Shigemi teased, putting two and two together. She was observant that way.

Kiyoshi's eyes widened as he looked at the blood soaked shirt and panties. Not knowing exactly how to reply to her, Kiyoshi scratched the back of his head. "Well um.. It didn't happened exactly how you think. I was feeling a little lightheaded abs fainted." Kiyoshi lied through his teeth, hoping that his story was somewhat believable to the beauty that stood across for him. "Anyway, it is truly a genuine pleasure to met you.."

"As if," Shigemi replied, dismissing Kiyoshi's lies. She knew her mother had to do with the bleeding. The fact that the rest of him was unharmed and that there was some crusted blood on his nose told her all she needed to know. "Ugh, mom really needs to control herself," Shi thought in an exasperated manner. "Come on, you don't think I can tell a nosebleed when I see the evidence of one? The fact your holding some of my mother's underwear only signifies your guilt," Shi said while grinning. Shigemi's face turned serious and her grey eyes grew stormy as she thought of the talking to she would have to give Sayuri. Her mother really needed to stop teasing every single male guest that came over, else they would stop returning. Or worse, they would come exclusively for her mother's suggestive and sensual demeanor, hoping it would lead to something. She sighed.

Kiyoshi was speechless during Shigemi's entire rant, really not sure what to say now. He quietly stood as she continued her rant, seemingly growing more furious as she talked. In more than one way, Shigemi seemed to remind Kiyoshi much of his own sister, Mihaya. And after she finished, Kiyoshi stood quietly among the awkward silence that emerged between the two. And though she couldn't tell, Kiyoshi was desperately attempting not to make eye contract with the storming mad chick.

Shigemi realized that a silence had followed her declaration. Her eyes cleared in wake of the awkwardness. "Sorry about that rant. It's just, you're not the first person my mom has done that to, whether it was a nosebleed or worse. I remember this one jōnin that came by for dinner a few months ago, and my mom's suggestive demeanor and teasing nature proved to be more than enough to give him a semi-permanent erection," at this she made a face before shaking her head. At that point Shigemi noted Kiyoshi's shades. "Wait, why are you wearing shades in the house?" Shigemi asked while chiding herself for the rant she went on earlier.

"Sayuri-sama seems to be quite the interesting person." Kiyoshi chuckled a bit before removing his glasses and once again revealing his sparking gray eyes. "They're not really shades actually," Kiyoshi chuckled a bit before folding them down. "They just appear that way to others. "And don't sweat your rant, I have conversations like this with my older sister all the time. Most of which I ignore." He laughed a bit more, shoving his glasses into his pocket. "Your family seems so intriguing," He added, attempting to draw attention away from himself and into Shigemi. "What's a normal day for you?"

Shigemi's attention was drawn to Kiyoshi's eyes as soon as he removed his glasses. They were a beautiful shade of grey, a bit lighter than her own. They matched the color of a wolf's pelt, something she found to be attractive. They suited him well she decided, to the point where her thoughts became slightly muddled. Shigemi missed part of what Kiyoshi said, coming to attention when she heard family mentioned. "My family? Well, my dad is usually off on a mission or visiting with an old friend. If he's home, him and mom are off doing God knows what. Personally I don't want to know. As for my brothers, they cycle in and out of the house. Yasaki's out on one of his odysseys I believe. Katoku is usually traveling as well, that's how he met you obviously. But, yes, we are busy family, so we don't usually spend a ton of time together. Wait, you mentioned having an older sister..what's she like?" Shigemi said.

"I see. Your parents are like what my parents were. So active in the bedroom." He laughed loudly. "Well um my sister is quite outspoken actually. Crazy temper, very easy to piss off. And once she's pissed. It's best that you keep your distance." He laugh more, lightly rubbing the back of his head. "My dad was an interesting man. A lot if people seem to know him. They say that he was quite the partier in his younger years. Although, Mihaya inherited most of his looks. At first glance you wouldn't be able to tell that I'm my father's son. I seem to get my look from my mother. All besides my eye color which I received from my dad's mother."

Shigemi sighed. She had a feeling her and Mihaya would become good friends should they ever meet, most likely bemoaning the habits of their family members, particularly their sex lives. She laughed when she heard Kiyoshi mention his dad being a fan of partying. There was only one person who did that, and was as sexually active as her own parents; Seika Uchiha. "So your Seika's son, aren't you?" Shigemi said as she remembered a story told to her by her father and mother about that Uchiha. Hopefully, Kiyoshi didn't inherit his perversion, though from the blood soaked clothes, Shigemi had a feeling it was a bit too late for that. "So what brings you to Konoha?" Shigemi asked, noting that Katoku was gone yet again. Some friend he was.

"Yeah... I am. Though I'm not a physical representation, same say I inherited traits of his personality.." Kiyoshi rolls his eyes while laughing at his own statement. "Some people even call me Seika Jr... Which is something I'll never get use to." Kiyoshi motioned for Shigemi to sit so that could continue btheir conversation more comfortably. "Well I did come with Katoku, but he had forgotten about a mission he was assigned, and so then I was left here with your mother. I travel the world quite a bit actually, this is,my first time in Konohagakure. I'm sure Mihaya would joy it here..." Kiyoshi paused scratching his bottom lip. "I'd love to see what Konohagakure looks like on top the Hokage monument."

Shigemi laughed at the Seika Jr moniker. If that impossibly large nosebleed was any indication, he was well on his way to imitating his father. As Kiyoshi stated his desire to see Konoha from the monuments, Shigemi pondered in a thoughtful. "I could bring you there if you would like," she added hesitantly, "I mean, I gone up there myself, and the view is indeed very impressive. It makes me wonder if the founders of this village saw that same view, as well as the vision to build Konoha into what it is today," Standing up from her seat, Shi went and grabbed some food from the pantry. "Do you want anything?" Shigemi asked over her shoulder while seeking the snack she desired.

"Oh really? That'd be great..." Ki replied taking notice to her slight hesitation. "I'm sure my dad stood up here a lot when he lived here..." As Shigemi, exited the room, so did Ki, following behind her still chatting as he trailed her into the pantry. "No thanks... I'm fine." He replied to her question. Stading a few feet behind, Kiyoshi closely examined her body structure while she continued to hunt for a snack.

Rummaging through the pantry, Shi spotted the food she desired: a bag of Tostitos. Grabbing the bag, she pulled it down before closing the pantry. "Let me change first then," Shi replied after Kiyoshi stated his agreement on going. Casually strolling up the stairs after brushing by Kiyoshi, Shigemi peered in her room before entering. Closing the door for some privacy, she took of her unique shinobi uniform, before placing it in its rightful place in the closet. Looking through the closet, Shi settled upon a pair of comfortable jeans and a simple white t-shirt, both of which hugged her hourglass esque curves. For footwear she chose a set of flip-flops, while keeping her hair in it's high ponytail. Satisfied with her appearance, Shi descended the stairs before returning to where she had left Kiyoshi last. "Are you ready?" Shi asked, before beginning to lead the way out of the house.

As Shigemi descend from her upstairs domain, it was if she were moving in slow motion. The new attire suited her voluptuous curves, resembling to that of an Egyptian hourglass. Seemingly perfect for head to toe, truly astonishing sight to the young man. He was caught in a trance, that trance being the outstanding beauty known as Shigema.. Snapped from his imagination by her voice, Kiyoshi shook his head before replying. "Uhh. Yeah let's go." And then followed her out of the house.

A look of amusement flashed over Shi's gray eyes as she led Kiyoshi out of the house, noticing his trance like state when she walked downstairs. From where their house was located, the walk to the mountain itself wasn't that arduous. The advantage came in being on the outskirts of Konoha, particularly a portion situated on the other side of the village while also facing the monument. They did encounter a few citizens, which Shigemi exchanged a few polite greetings with before continuing to lead Kiyoshi on the path. While originally wide enough to accommodate several people side by side, the path soon shrank to only a couple people side by side before ultimately becoming single-file. When they reached the summit, the path widened once more before curving. And there it was, the village of Konohagakure spread out before them. Shigemi stood on the edge before sitting down a few inches inward. The view remained as breathtaking as ever, and reaffirmed her motivation to become Hokage. "Well, what do you think?" Shi asked she gazed at the late afternoon sun.

It was an awe inspiring sight, indeed Kiyoshi could recall ever see such a magnificent view before. He was almost speechless, looking out into the village below, he gray eyes sparkled with joy. His heart became warm from the pleasant sight. From the sheer amazement he too had to take a seat, planting his bottom right next to Shigemi. Their shoulders grazed each other as he turned to her. "This view is amazing..." He answered, playfully nudging the young woman. "Almost everything about the place is breathe taking..." He said looking into her eyes, openly direct his statement to her. "This view is perfect," he implied, still gazing at Shigemi

Shigemi felt their shoulders graze as Kiyoshi turned to her. She playfully nudged him back after he did so. She felt herself falling deeper into his grey eyes, admiring their hue as her own gray eyes stared back at him with a hint of desire. "You're not too bad yourself...I guess," Shi teased before laying her head comfortably on Ki's shoulder. Satisfied with the setup, she was more than comfortable to stay in that position for the duration of the evening. It helped that Ki's shoulder was broad and strong. That thought caused a curiosity in her to see what the rest of him looked like, in particular without his shirt off. Her gray eyes settled on the sun once more.

"Sureee.." He said jokingly to Shigemi's statement about his looks. As the two stared off into the sunset, Kiyoshi couldn't help but feel a natural attract toward the young lady. This attraction was then confirmed by her suddenly resting her head on his shoulder. He slightly turned to face her, seeing as she wonderfully gazed into the sun. From there it was all in a course of instinct. Slightly moving his shoulder, Kiyoshi brought his hand up to cup the smooth skin of the young woman's chin. Turning her head to face his, he slowly and gently pulled her in to softy land a kiss upon her red ruby lips.

Shigemi felt her lips rosen as Ki's made contact with hers, surprising her slightly with its suddenness. However, she decided to go with it, whether it was out of instinct or something more. She grinned before turning her head around more completely, kissing Kiyoshi gently as she draped her arms over his shoulders as she brought her body tantalizingly close to his own. The sunset continued unabated, though with their interest in each other, its presence, as well as the rest of the village were quickly forgotten. The world had shrunk down to the two of them as they became infatuated with each other's appearances.

The duration of their lip lock exceeded the expectations of the young man. Their lips deeply intertwined, almost appearing as if they were fused. The two actively battled for dominance as the world around them began to wither away. His mind was so focused on Shigemi's lips that he'd forgotten where had been. His hand moved from her chin to nape of her neck. In this battle for dominance, Kiyoshi would try to claim victory by further pulling her in and it was even to the point where she so suddenly ended up sitting in his lap as they continue to share passion.

Her grin grew as their lips locked once more, her hands seeking purchase on his body in order to pull him closer. At that point her design changed as Shi switched from the light pecks on the lips to a deeper, more involved form known as french kissing, her tongue making contact with Kiyoshi's for the first time. As her quest for purchase continued, her hands slipped underneath Kiyoshi's shirt, causing her accidental discovery of a very toned young man. Part of her appreciated the level of definition in his abs, but the majority of her attention was focused on devouring the young man's tongue in passionate fashion as her hands gripped his abs.

Slamming his book down on the table in front of him, the middle-oldest sibling, Yasaki, felt heat rise within him. A pretty brunette in front of him changed her expression from flirtatious to scared within seconds. "I-is everything alright?" she mumbled quietly, libraries were strict with their "keep quiet" rule. "Not really. I'll be back." he said through clenched teeth. Before departing, he placed a soft kiss on the girl's cheek, sending her into a state of pure pleasure, an added effect being her skin reddening like roses. He left the library in a hurry, his destination being atop of the Hokage's Monument. Using his Sharingan to spot where he wanted to appear, Yasaki's being de-materialized and reassembled in front of his sister and another boy, fists heated up to the most extreme degree. To Shigemi and the boy, they would feel the heat of a thousand suns on their skin, even though they remained untouched. "Hm, your lips seem to be stuck to my sister's.. I'll help." and with a crazed expression, the orange diamond-shaped seal began to pulsate with intensity, giving him the strength of a million. With one extremely hot hand, Yasaki would grab the young man by his neck, burning the dirt off of his skin, and yanked him back so far that the separation between their lips would leave a sharp stinging sensation behind

And with the arrival of the fourth member,, Kiyoshi and Shigemi's moment of passion was suddenly ripped away by her raging younger brother -known twin to Katoku- while the brother's were twins, Yasaki bore different features the other. Genuinely surprised by the sudden break, Kiyoshi was thrown into the earth, kicking up debris and rumble from his quake. The grip that Yasaki once held was still present in the form of third degree burns on the back of his neck... The chocolate skin began to discolor from those injures.

He groaned lowly while lifting himself up from the dirt, rubbing the stinging feeling around his neck's nape. Upon his visage, he bore a look of confusion infused with anger from the events that began to unfold. "The hell is your problem?!?" He voiced angrily after coming to his feet.

Slowly, Yasaki approached the boy, reminiscent to a horror movie. "This.. is my sister. You need approval from me and Katoku before this little "makeout session" can go on. I'm officially dubbing this the "Yasaki Trials", you have to get to know me before you get to know her.. and that is final." the heat that hugged his balled up hands began to dissipate, the orange diamond on his forehead returned to it's original state. His once flowing blonde hair calmed and stood still. "This will be a day-by-day thing.. and if you do anything to upset me, her, or the rest of my family, get ready to plan your funeral."

"My funeral, ehh. Heh.. Looks like Katoku didn't tell you about me.. Well then. I'd say it's about time you find out who I am." Suddenly, the ground began to violently tremble as the dark skinned shinobi began to meld the energies with his body. That energy then began to move within his move, some traveling to the tip of his right index finger. And as this happened, Kiyoshi slowed began to lift his hand from his side, pointing it at Yasaki's forehand. Kiyoshi's face was blank, his eyes wrre flooded with a darkened gray, showcasing his overwhelming aggression toward Yasaki. And then, without any warning, Kiyoshi blasted that energy at Yasaki with relentless speed. However, even as powerful as the bolt looked, it would not inflict any form of serious damage; at most, simply shocking the blonde man.

Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle.

A familiar form suddenly appeared out of nowhere, her arrival having rebounded the bolt of lightning towards the opposite position. However, there was something different about the busty kunoichi this time; unlike before, her warm smile had been replaced with a scornful expression. A clenched fist sat along either side of her body as her long, brown hair flowed behind her with the wind.

"Hatake Shigemi... just what the hell do you think you're doing?"

The sitting young woman stood up, her eyes taking on the color of thunderclouds. Her anguish was apparent, as the release of her chakra cracked the earth around, only augmented by her emotional turmoil. "I find that fascinating coming from you Ōtsutsuki Sayuri," Shigemi said, her voice as cold as a wind sweeping across the arctic tundra. It was embarrassing enough to have her little brother come in and throw Kiyoshi away like a bag of recycling, but then to have her mom appear, berate and chide Shigemi as if she stood on some moral high ground, that drove her up the wall. "Who the hell do you think you are, to decide things for me?" Shigemi asked, addressing her mother and brother, though her brother in particular. Her released chakra began to take on it's normal golden hue, before slowly resembling flames, a consequence of her growing rage.

Sayuri glared at her daughter, who had just referred to her mother by her name moments ago, an obvious sign of disrespect. As far back as she could remember, Shigemi had been the sweet little girl who always followed her instructions --or at least in front of her parents, anyway. Yasaki and Katoku were the rebellious ones; the children who acted based off instinct and cared little for the outcome. She would have expected something like this from either of her sons, but not her daughter in a million years.

"What the hell were you just doing?" Sayuri repeated, still in disbelief. "I have absolutely no idea where you inherited all of these lustful ideas of yours, but you've crossed the line!"

There was likely an awkward silence that followed this last statement, in particular attributed towards Sayuri's children. It was quite evident that had such desires been apart of Shigemi's formula, they stemmed immediately from her perverted parents, who had been forced to move out of the village because their groans kept the other villagers awake at night.

Seeing her daughter's chakra surface, Sayuri tightened her fists.

"Move aside, Shigemi."

The sudden reappearance of the queen caused the dark skinned shinobi to view very uncomfortable with this predicament. It would seem as if his father ways were passed onto him. Allowing him to end up in a really sticky situation, one that could not simply be talked out of. During the progress of the argument of daughter and mother, Kiyoshi remained quiet feeling as he served no purpose interfering the their squabble.

"Katokuuuuuuu. Why did you leave me hereeeeeeeeeeee!" He yelled within his mind, slumping his head down defeat.

"Why should I? So you can pummel him into the ground and then berate me from a stance that is hypocritical at best, and ironic at worst? No, I think I'll pass on that, particularly when you were flirting and teasing the very guy you now want to pummel earlier. Do you not think I know what a nosebleed looks like, as well as its most likely source? You know I'm not an idiot, yet you can't trust me to make my own decisions," Shigemi said bitterly. It was as if she had been saving up all of this rebellious energy from all her years of existence, and was just now releasing it. Her chakra continued to build, cracking the ground further. However, though it may have been the result of Shi's agitation, the released chakra became increasingly flame like, resembling her perfected fighting style.

This was far beyond Yasaki's original intentions. His mother and his sister were going toe-to-toe verbally, and it only made everyone in the environment feel nervous. It's like.. feeling a volcano about to erupt. Yasaki had seen Shigemi's fire of gold only once in his lifetime, and she hadn't even perfected it at that time, being just a girl. But here she was, a woman now, preparing to rebel against her own mother, people change drastically with age. "Shigemi." his voice would be noticed by all, no matter the other voices that were being heard. "I only interfered because I was worried, I'm sure you've observed that. But don't take your anger out on Mom, it's blatant disrespect." the atmosphere became heavy with his words. It was no secret that he was the cause of all of this.

"Worried....." Shigemi said slowly, emphasizing each individual syllable, "Since when does worried mean tossing a person several meters away while inflicting third degree burns before threatening their life if they take a step wrong? Someone's understanding of that word is horribly skewed," However, her fury ebbed, as Kiyoshi remained mostly unharmed. The flames died down until it only surrounded her person, before that too began to faded slightly. The fact that her eyes remained the color of thunderclouds was the sign that her fury hadn't disappeared completely, as her rational side begged her to listen to Yasaki's words of reasoning. "I'm not taking my anger out on mom, I'm simply pointing out the hypocrisy of her stance on the situation," Shigemi responded wearily, already tired of her overprotective family despite having been home for only a few hours. She knew that they were as surprised as her rational conscious was about her rebellious state after several years of being the safe, reliable, guiding hand role model that her younger siblings needed. Maybe part of her was tired of being that person, and instead wanted to enjoy life as herself, rather than as a "mother" of sorts.

A sigh escaped from Yasaki's being, studying his sister's face. "You're right. I overreacted. I "felt" you kissing some boy and I.. freaked out on him." Yasaki admitted this to himself, not just his sister. "I'll relax." he concluded, also while running his fingers through his luscious blonde hair. He suddenly approached her, his arms out as if he was ready to receive something. When close enough, his arms wrapped around Shigemi's, a "hug" is what they called it. "Y-yeah, a hug.. for you." he awkwardly comments while still hugging her.

Shigemi received her brother's hug in an awkward fashion, before eventually wrapping her arms around him. She figured that this hug was her brother's way of apologizing for his extreme overreaction to the situation. Her eyes lightened slightly as her anger dissipated further, though she still glared at her mother for her insolence. Part of Shi fretted over Kiyoshi standing in an awkward fashion as well as his injuries, enough that she broke off the hug though not before stating that she accepted Yasaki's apology. Satisfied, she walked over to Kiyoshi before examining the back of his neck. "Are you ok?" she asked, concern edging into her voice as she looked at the nature of his injuries.

Sayuri's expression remained fierce. Had they not been situated atop the hokage monument, she may have exerted much more of her presence to invoke fear within the others. Even with their subtle dilemma solved for the time being, Sayuri wasn't the least bit convinced. Her cold gaze fell upon Kiyoshi, who, judging by the look on his face, was completely lost throughout their family problems. Without saying a word, she slowly began to approach him, taking one step at a time.

"Yeah... I'm fine." He replied somewhat quietly to her question. He could sense the concern and worry within the pitch of Shigemi's voice. He slowly lifted his head to face her, bring their lips closer, to reunite yet again; as if he didn't learn his lesson the first round. However, this time, it would be the queen herself interrupting the two young lovers passion fest. She approach startled him slightly, reacting by quickly but not forcefully, pulling his mouth away from Shigemi's slightly biting down on her lower lip. And as her cold gaze burled into his soul, sweat bullet would be seen slowly running down his face.

Upon interrupting their second smooching installment, Sayuri cupped Kiyoshi's lips, and lifted him off of his feet. Her arm channeled a potent chakra throughout, and he may have noticed the grip around his lips grow tighter; the woman's arm turned pure black, and within the next instant, her arm flickered backward, before Sayuri launched the boy in the direction of Kumogakure with all her might.

It was as if Sayuri's presence was radiating the area, as droplets of sweat leak from his forehead almost uncontrollably. The pain from Sayuri's grip sent, chills down his spine. And then, with seemingly all her might and then some, Kiyoshi was thrown into the winds, soaring along with the clouds in the direction of the Lightning Country. Upon being launched in the air, Kiyoshi immediately began to formulate an effort to save his own hind. And to do so, he needed to desperately call upon the waters naturally produced from his body. Releasing chakra into his sweat, Kiyoshi commanded its water based properties to expand in mass. Upon doing this, Kiyoshi's newly created water mass began to rotate, quickly increased in size and speed. Creating a funnel that connected to the ground in a giant column --known as a waterspout-- levitating from within the middle, Kiyoshi sighed lightly, looking back onto the monument.

Shigemi was surprised when the lips broke apart, only to see a flying motion as Kiyoshi was sent hurtling through the sky. "What?" Shi thought, before seeing the reason for his current predicament. Her mother's arm was charged with chakra reminiscent of her great-grandmother's technique. "You didn't....." Shi said, her voice cold, all traces of calmness banished by the single act, "Are you trying to kill him?" Her chakra burst on to the scene once more, though unlike last time where it was tightly controlled, this release formed a golden wildfire at top the monument that was visible miles around, before retreating into a dragon like form centered around Shigemi's person. The cracks atop the monument continued to grow for each second her chakra was released, testing the mountain's structural rigidity. Shigemi's eyes had descended beyond thunderclouds at this point as they began to spark.

"Shit."

The structure below them was beginning to shake and crumble beneath their feet. "Shigemi, I swear to god!--you're going to destroy the Hokage Monument!?" he tried to help her realize her current decision, but his cries weren't getting through to her. "I mean, come on! he had it coming! he did it again just to piss someone off!" the rubble began to fly through the air, a piece of rock and dirt flying straight into his eye. "Argh!" he attempted rubbing his eye to remove the foreign object, but whenever he thought it was gone, it reappeared, like an intangible apparition. "S-Shigemi, just chill! o-or.. I'll have to take you down!" his voice began to sound more rough, an attempt of intimidation. His seal, that he had partially released earlier, began to pulsate once again, releasing the stored chakra through the entirety of his body. "Shigemi, just chill the fuck out!"

"No." Shigemi said, as her chakra release disappeared, stabilizing the mountain once more. Her dragon like construct remained around her. "I don't respond well to threats little brother," Shigemi said, turning to face her brother with a glare that could have leveled a mountain, with Killing Intent rolling off of her in waves. The Shigemi most people knew seemed to be gone, at least for the moment. Shigemi faced Sayuri, a sneer plastered over her face, "satisfied yet, dear mother?" Shi spat, her fury resurfacing anew. "Maybe it would have been better if I hadn't come home," Shigemi thought sarcastically, "seeing as they consider me to be a helpless child in need of constant protection," Her eyes continued to spark, reminiscent of the thunderclouds they portrayed.

Still resting within the safety on his waterspout, Kiyoshi would then return to the dangerous location atop the monument. And after releasing his spout, the remaining water split into seven dense orbs which began to float behind him in a circular pattern --similar to that of the truth seeking balls-- Kiyoshi land on the platform, watching as the family's brutal began to boil over. He can't help but feel as it was all his fault; after all, he made the first move on Shigemi. "Uh okay. Everyone. Why don't we all just calm down. Like seriously, if we don't stop... This monument is going to collapse."

He stared off into Shigemi darkened eyes, hoping that she'll look in his direction. "Shigemi... Calm down." He sternly spoke, hoping to at least ease her a little. Drifting his eyes to the mother, he presented a rather serious expression. "Sayuri-sama, I really like your daughter and it would be an honor to have your blessing and permission to date her... Before you refuse, I would at least like to show you that I am indeed worthy."

Upon hearing Kiyoshi's voice, Shigemi felt a calming sensation steal through her, allowing her hair, which had long since come out of its ponytail and flew around her like a halo of sorts, to settle around her shoulders and face, stopping at her middle back. She was numb with relief that Kiyoshi had figured out a way to break out of Sayuri's strong arm throw. Had he failed, Ki would have most likely become a grease spot somewhere in the Land of Lightning, leaving her without an argument as the guy she liked would have been dead. With that, her chakra completely disappeared, along with her golden dragon construct and Killing Intent. To complete the circle of calmness, her eyes lightened significantly, settling into their normal light/middle gray hue, matching Kiyoshi's own. She sighed, looking at her family with some disgust for making it come to this. The mountain had escaped any permanent damage fortunately, meaning everything would be restored with time.

Sayuri merely rose an eyebrow at the boy's confidence. "Is that right? Fair enough. If you wish to prove your worth to me in battle, then let us see what you are capable of."

She walked past them, into the forest behind. She gestured to the little black boy. "Come along now."

Kiyoshi let a light sigh of relief escape his breath, the woman has accepted his challenge to do battle. As she instructed, the young man followed calmly. They leapt off the edge of the monument, landing gently upon the earth below. With the water orbs still present behind him, and within the forest Sayuri and Kiyoshi stood on opposite ends, facing one another.

Sayuri vs Kiyoshi

Sayuri looked over towards her opponent. Uniting her hands before her eyes, her body gave off an illusive blue aura; Kiyoshi may have recognized this as the customary clone seal. The chakra latched off of her being and sprinkled itself some short distance away.

"I don't think I will dirty my own hands with you," she said. "This match will be won without me having to budge an inch."

With a puff of smoke, an exact replication of Sayuri appeared from thin air, standing beside the original.

"Well um.. Alright i guess." Kiyoshi replied lightly, casually shrugging his shoulders befofe looking back toward her clone. "Whatever you feel is necessary.." A smile slowly began to creep itself onto Kiyoshi's visage, causing his cheeks to slowly raise. Extending his right arm, a singlr orb moved forward, expanding in mass as it did so. And with a sudden flick of his wrist and a point. Two serpentine dragons burst forth from the orb's center; one aimed at the clone and the other aimed at its original.

In response, Sayuri presented her hand forward, and upon weaving a cupping motion, a metallic drinking cup was forged within her grasp. She stood in place, flicking her wrist to the side in time to capture both dragons, depriving them of Kiyoshi's chakra by utilizing her own. She then brought it towards her lips slowly, having found herself a refreshment for the duration of the match.

"Well now, I can't say it's the worst I've ever had, but it'll do for now. Say, are you able to use the Ice Release by any chance? A few cubes wouldn't hurt anybody." Out of nowhere, Sayuri released the water from her mouth in the form of a concentrated beam, only, it completely ignored Kiyoshi, and went for her clone instead, piercing it through the chest, and eliminating it from existence. Without saying a word, Sayuri simply went back to sipping her water.

Kiyoshi smile was seemingly pilastered on his face as he witness Sayuri drank the water created from his very own sweat. Chuckling to himself lightly, pointing at the metallic cup which contained his "water". "Well uh," he started briefly pausing from his inability to contain his laughter. "I didn't think my sweat could be so refreshing. But! I'm glad you like it!" He finished as his gray eyes landed back on Sayuri herself rather than her clone, which was recently vanquished. "Would you like some more?" He taunted, fulling back his right hand while simultaneously bring yet another orb forward to float above it.

Being a woman with unrivaled constraints of sexual desire, Sayuri had devoured much worse than sweat. Still, she wasn't expecting such a bizarre technique right off the bat. "That's quite enough. Why don't you make like your name and just quit while you're ahead, Yoshi-san? I can't promise I won't completely obliterate each and every ounce of your being if you choose to continue, even if it is by mistake." She folded her arms beneath her melons and awaited his response.

"I challenged you in order to prove to you that I'm worthy of dating your daughter. I'm not quitting." Kiyoshi took a straightened posture, his lefr fist clenched tightly and his eyes dug into Sayuri's own. The orb above his right hand began to slowly shift, expanding before erupting into a cloud of mist that started to rise into the air. "Ladies first, Sayuri-sama.."

If it were an attempt at Genjutsu, it simply would not work. Sayuri met the boy's firm gaze. "It's interesting, those eyes of yours. Despite the color of your skin, it seems as though all you're able to see is white. Reminds me of a certain cookie almost: while it boasts a tough exterior, it cannot go without exposing its troubled belief. It appears you wish to be something your not. Oh, how very tragic." Just then, a stream of white mist began to pour over the surrounding atmosphere. "What's this? It seems you so desperately wish to be white that it's leaking from your body."

Without wasting another precious second, Sayuri revealed the back of her hand, and started to fan herself casually. The intense wind pressure about her gave way to her tremendous strength, summoning a powerful whirlwind that got rid of Kiyoshi's mist just as quickly as it had appeared. "Really now, that was pathetic. Stop pretending like you're from the Hidden Mist! If you truly wish for my daughter's hand in marriage, then I suggest you come at me with everything you've got, and more importantly, be yourself. Nothing irritates me more than a phony impostor."

Slightly thrown off by the words the escaped Sayuri's lips, Kiyoshi raised an eyebrow before scratching his head in a confused manner. "I guess.. But I'm pretty sure that your daughter wasn't sucking my face and attempting a swallow my tongue because I was trying to be "white". She made it clear that she loves chocolate." Kiyoshi boasted, crossing his arms and pressing his lips together; popularly known in pop culture as the 'duckface'. Without any further words, the dark skinned shinobi began to stimulate his bodily energies throughout his entire being. His muscles flexed slightly, revealing the bugling veins in his arm and hands. And with a small step forward, the young man vanished from sight leaving his orbs floating in midair. Not even a second later, the familiar appeared not only on the woman's left flank but right as well, aiming to land two separate powerful blows to the woman's body. And from an further distance, and third signature of matching frequency would be felt from behind.

"Are you trying to be stealthy? Releasing your chakra in bursts like that doesn't help the cause. Actually, quite the opposite; it makes you much easier to track down... not to mention the fact that you have a bunch of sweat balls following you around everywhere you go." It was then that she realized the one with the orbs was likely the original, though she meant to strike them all the same just in case. "Close quarters combat is to my benefit, not yours. Allow me to show you what I mean."

Kiyoshi and his imaginary friends found themselves plunging through a wall of energy as Sayuri exerted her chakra. Akin to the rotation garnered by the Hyūga, she called upon her very own chakra as a defensive measure, albeit in her case, there was no additional effort applied. She was merely able to replicate the same technique without so much as moving a finger, sending a powerful wind wave that would have undoubtedly sent Kiyoshi flying backward, all the while causing his orbs of water to implode, rendering them nothing more than a puddle in the grass.

"It has all become very clear to me now. Those balls of yours are meant to accommodate for the lack thereof between your legs. Why else would you go through the trouble of lugging them around?" she mused.

Having stimulated his body with the own chakra moments before attacking, Sayuri's excellent display of chakra control would've only managed to break a minimal amount of distance before the clones and the original were back in their feet and charging toward the woman yet again. Though it may have appeared to Sayuri that the "black boy" was attacking recklessly, he did in fact have a strategy in the back of his mind; waiting patiently to set it in motion. The original, himself, telepathically commanded the Tenchōgyoku orbs to set in different parts of the area. From there, the orb slowly began to expand and divide into more orb and before long, the entire area would be filled with hundreds to the near thousands of them.

Kiyoshi backed away from Sayuri as his clones instead continue to charge the woman, to take her attention away from whatever it was that he was planning. With the multiplication of the orb, it had soon began to downpour rain from above with, indicating that Kiyoshi had turned some of the orbs into a cloud. The precipitation began to build in strength, as the water fell down faster and stronger. Of course the woman would be prepared by her chakra rotation barrier, but like all barriers, there was only so much it could take before it would crack. As the clones engaged Sayuri yet again, each sported drills composed of ice, in hopes of at least fracturing the rotation barrier.

While the clones intended to distract the woman, Kiyoshi was hard at work planning his next move. By generating his potent energy outside of his body, Kiyoshi clasped his hands as they began to wildly spark with electricity. Utilizing his mastery over the lightning element, Kiyoshi tinkered with the sound of the electricity, causing it to generate an excess amount of static noise that it usually would. The sheer amount of noise would be deafening to the ears, and in some cases when taken to extreme measures, anyone other than Kiyoshi could suffer from the rupture of eardrums.

There was chakra at the fingertips of each clone; the precise points they were targeting also caught Sayuri's attention. Clearly, they were trying to hinder her in some fashion, so physical contact may not be the wisest of choices. Even so, Sayuri had little to no control over what happened next. As if sniffing the rain drops, Sayuri Uchiha leaped out from her cleavage and started dancing in the rain, absorbing its natural element. However, because they were so frequent, they actually defeated Kiyoshi's imaginary friends, after Sayuri had evaded their incoming jabs, all the while retaining a foot in place so as to say she hadn't moved much in order to do so.

As the clones dispersed, Sayuri made to catch the ice that fell off of their fingers with her cup. "So you can use the Ice Release! Still, I'm not going to drink this anymore," she beamed, dumping the liquid some fixated distance away from herself.

Hearing the godawful static sound, Sayuri rose an eyebrow. "What did I say about genjutsu? I can see through all of it. But if that wasn't your intention, then allow me to enlighten you." Without her moving another muscle, earplugs made of tempered steel came to her defense. She then looked over at Kiyoshi, who appeared to be under some heavy concentration. "So, how is it that you're unaffected by this sound? Sure, it's your own technique, but last I checked, you have ears like the rest of us... actually, yours are especially ugly. Well, whatever, I suppose I shouldn't question your logic at this point. Come, what do you have in store for me next? Or would you prefer I end this already?"

Meanwhile, Samehada was having the time of his life, acting as Sayuri's umbrella. While the massive raindrops continued to pour down on the battlefield, they failed to course Sayuri, with even their resounded splashes being too far away to deal any damage. Looking up, Sayuri called towards her lover, "Come along, darling, don't be out in the rain for too long, you'll catch a cold." However, like a disobedient pest, Samehada chose to remain floating above her, until suddenly, it let out a tremendous bellow. A burp amplified by the surging chakra of Kiyoshi, if the black boy was as strong as he believed he was, then with his aid, Samehada's roar would have split apart the ensuing madness of what was the clouds, calling upon an all too familiar shock wave.

Kiyoshi gazed to the sky as the belch parted the clouds, he scratched his head in wonder and slight amazement. "That...was interesting." Kiyoshi sighed lightly, consciously clearing the clearing the area of the orbs that floated about. "I guess that ends the games, huh? Alright." Suddenly young man's gray colored eye were washed away by a seemingly bright white hue and soon after, alined perfectly around the onyx pupil rested three tomoe; reflecting Sayuri's own eyes. "I'm ready when you are, Sayuri-sama.. Let's end this then." The dark skinned shinobi said while getting into a fighting stance. Spreading his feet shoulder width apart, his left foot is forward to where the heel is parallel with the big toe of his right foot, clenching his right fist, he brought it inches from his face while the left one reflected his right but slightly extended. After the clearance of the orbs, only two remained that were soon located near his right band left shoulders.

Perhaps in order to intimidate him, Sayuri's body gave off more of the same illusive blue chakra, which stirred about a subtle quake. She met his gaze, before looking towards his feet, completely unaffected. With her offhand, she gestured for him to come forth, when suddenly, Samehada sprang back into her cleavage, causing her to bounce momentarily. "Very well. Come at me with all you have, boy!"

Kiyoshi smile crept back onto his face. "I thought you were going to end this?" He taunted smugly. "I'll go then." Slightly digging his right foot into the earth, Kiyoshi pushed himself forward, starting off his movement with slow momentum. He quickly began to incline in speed at his legs quickened. And in a seemingly glorious burst of speed considered to be on par with the likes of the third raikage; Kiyoshi established afterimages of him before momentarily appearing in Sayuri's right flank. And by then, the orb near his left shoulder had constructed into a high pressured spear which aim for the side of Sayuri's head.

A blinding fathom the likes of which surplexed even the heavens themselves, the true essence nurtured by Sayuri had been blanketed solemnly since the very beginning. In Kiyoshi's perspective, it had all gone unnoticed.

Sayuri Uchiha, Sayuri had seemingly brought her hands together, masking the incantation of her spell with the flicker of a hand sign. Still, the illusive aura, upon escaping her body, had sprinkled itself into the battlefield, the very same which Kiyoshi himself inhabited. It appeared highly complex upon first glance, but even Kiyoshi would have realized how truly simple it all ways; quite literally, it was there in front of his eyes, only his lack of concentration against a formidable opponent such as Sayuri, had ultimately resulted in his demise.

When playing chess, one must examine their next move carefully. However, they must handle their opponent's move with even greater importance. Kiyoshi hadn't considered the fact that Sayuri had already made her move. Falling prey to her speech, he assumed she was egging him on; yet in reality, she was only holding her position.

The absent minded Kiyoshi, his mind fixated on rummaging his spear into Sayuri, would have appeared static to Sayuri, completely clear of thought. The transpiring events of her hallucinatory world had bought her more than enough time to muster together a colossal rasengan more than twice the size of Kiyoshi's body. With it held in place by the balloons of her chest, Sayuri awarded her soon to be son-in-law with a characteristic hug; only, instead of the warmth of her breasts that he would have much rather had being smudged up against his face, she offered a sphere of chakra instead, one that would have abided to her fierce grip around his forearms, plunging him into a timely sleep.

Throughout the duration of the "battle", Sayuri's illusion was kept far from realistic. It was in the moment of the Sharkskin's appearance that would've set everything in motion. No matter how large Sayuri's bosom may have been, there would be no logical explanation as to how the sword of the hidden mist would jump from in between her cleavage. The second contributing factor to Kiyoshi's realization was the belch. Something in itself that Kiyoshi found to be interesting, and unnatural. Even with the absorption of his chakra, it would have been impossible for his clouds to be broken and not reformed in that same instant with a single belch. The events that happened eventually lead to the latter's dōjutsu being called upon, something that was quite rarely in the beginning of a battle. Kiyoshi may look to be, but he is certainly no fool in the fields of shinobi combat, familiarizing himself with the aspects of Ninjutsu, Taijutsu and Genjutsu. And as a master of the Sharingan, the field of illusions came right up his alley.

Kiyoshi's own eyes would be at work to relieve Kiyoshi of the seemingly hellish nightmare. And for that, he would continue to become prey to her tricks, while slowly being retrieved from his psyche. Imagining that he was engaging the woman with his spear In the moment that it seemed for Sayuri to be the victor. Kiyoshi's heavenly white eyes would have finished their job, pulling him back from the realm of illusion and into what appeared to be reality. And with no time to escape from her impending hold, Kiyoshi would encase his being in a layer of chakra, that in contact with Sayuri's orb; it was to be disassembled before her very eyes. By being brought to the woman chest, his white eyes glared into Sayuri's crimson red. The smug grin he held within the illusion world had carried over to reality.

Having already established the layer of chakra around his body, Kiyoshi would then began to convert it into his own electrical aura. And because Sayuri was keeping him held so close, she was surely feel his voltage pass onto her, forcing the woman to releash him from her grip.

There was yet another element Kiyoshi had left out of the equation —there had been two illusions. The sharingan was a valuable asset; for generations on end, the Uchiha had escaped illusions. However, Sayuri had ensured to accommodate for this, since while an ace in the hole is good, two aces are even better.

Kiyoshi had broken through the first layer of the genjutsu, the icing. However, when Sayuri had called Kiyoshi to confront her, she added yet another layer to the illusion —the batter. The very same illusive chakra had left her body, only this time, she had not masked it with the use of a hand sign, but rather, with her own body language. Kiyoshi hadn’t stopped to think twice, he simply rushed in blindly, focused on his own means of attack, without giving Sayuri’s maneuver the slightest bit of forethought. Even now he was blind; even despite having been met with a similar circumstance in the genjutsu, he was still jumping into the same poison. Only this time, the serpent was not going to spare him so easily.

With an entirely separate layer of the genjutsu left to counter, Kiyoshi would have still been deprived of reality; his mind forever lost within the world in which he had thought to have conquered. However, that was where the true danger of it all lied; within the fact that Kiyoshi believed to have won. That Kiyoshi that actually thought himself capable of breaking free from the genjutsu, when really, he hadn’t realized the second layer to begin with.

If the first had been labeled as a "hellish nightmare", then this next one would have been akin to wetting the bed, without a diaper, of course. As they say, “fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me’'”.

The rasengan, being twice the size of Kiyoshi, couldn’t have been evaded if Sayuri’s grip had already been established. It was simply far too large for it to be so disproportioned, especially because Kiyoshi was still frozen.

However, had Kiyoshi managed to somehow break through even the second illusion —without even noticing it; how profoundly strange that would account to be— then his electrical surge would have been met with Samehada; the beast had been waiting patiently to feed upon its prey, and in the process, it would have very well devoured Kiyoshi’s head whole, with him being confined by Sayuri’s vice grip.

The second layer of genjutsu, the shame illusion of nothing but double coating; missing the warning of the second aura, Kiyoshi would find himself lost within his own mind. So far gone that it would take more than his dōjutsu to awaken him from his untimely sumber. And for that, Sayuri's own attack would have come into play in successfully relieving him of all her ill illusionary tricks. In being gripped by the woman, Kiyoshi was pulled directly into the sphere of rotating chakra. An attack very much known to be deadly upon contact. The young man's entire body was swallowed by the orb, in such an event; Kiyoshi would have been forced to take the onslaught of the attack. Suffering heavy bodily damage, and the sheer pain itself could've broken the genjutsu; only to leave the young man in a defeated state, unable to move due to Sayuri's death grip. Only to be encountered by his own fading consciousness, thanks to his Senju lineage, Kiyoshi was able to encounter the attack head on without actually losing his conscious mind.

From within her arms, the damage had been done. Kiyoshi's body lie limp, his head hung backward, away from the woman cleavage. His white eyes seemed to be flushed and lifeless. His breathing was slow and weak, the clothes present of his body seemed to be battered with his shirt, yet again ruined, revealing his dark toned upper body which now lie helplessly in her arms.

The Feud

Standing on the opposite of the field, the woman's second son had returned from his shinobi duties to what was presented to him as unfolding chaos. The sight of his friend as he was curled up into his mother's chest battered and bruised. It would indicate that his dear mother did not behave like he asked. He took several steps closer, rubbing the bulging veins that rested on the side of his head.

"Damn it, Mom! You just couldn't help yourself, could you? Gone for less than a hour and here you are trying to kill my friend." Katoku rage was beginning to boil over. "What the hell did he do to get a massive rasengan straight to the face? You do realize that he could be dead, right?"

Releasing the grip around Kiyoshi at last, Sayuri tossed the chocolate boy towards the ground, staining the grass with his red blood as he rolled to a stop some few feet away. A glare sat upon her face even still, and with her other hand, she forged a long katana, planting it into the soil beside Kiyoshi's face. "Perfect timing. See to it that either you or your brother deliver the final stroke to this boy. Put him out of his misery."

Mom.. This has to be your idea of a fucking sick joke?" Katoku snarled stepping beside where Kiyoshi's body laid. Seeing that his friend was still in fact breathing brought Katoku a bit of relief. "You want me? To kill my friend? Woman. You have serious problems. Why don't you go shove that katana up your ass. He needs medical attention." Katoku kneeled down beside Kiyoshi, shaking his head at the event that transpired between his mother and friend. "What did you get yourself into?"

In response to Katoku's arrival, Kiyoshi breathing began to return to normal as steam began to radiated from his body. Blinking his eyes, their white hue had long since return to their normal gray hue. "Damn.. I feel like someone beat me with a wrecking ball." Kiyoshi joked. Looking over toward the katana, he jumped into a sitting position, looking up toward the woman. "Were you going to kill me?"

Despite being asked to stay behind, Shigemi followed them at a distance, arriving at the same time as her younger brother. When she Kiyoshi's seemingly broken body resting body in her mother's arms, Shigemi tried not to lose it. She tried really hard, using everything from counting to a hundred to deep breathing exercises. Nothing worked. "What. Did. You. Do?" Shigemi stated, her voice whispering with the beginnings of a blaze induced rage. Her body glowed brightly as she began to release chakra, representing a miniature sun on earth. Any who tried to look in her direction would have most likely suffered a temporary to semi-permanent blindness depending on the duration of their stare. When it seemed that she couldn't become any brighter, the light erupted into a majestic golden blaze, resembling the deity Amaterasu. Shigemi took a slow step towards her mother, before taking another, closing the distance in easy strides. "Put. Him. Down. Now," Shi stated flatly, her eyes sparking with rage. To say she made her little brother's rage look like a temper tantrum was an understatement.

Part of her was relieved when he came to, despite him being considerably worse for the wear. That didn't matter at this moment however.

Katoku's vision trailed to the blazing glory from behind him as his sister slowing made her way to them. He raised an eyebrow before the rest of his face bore a confused glare. "Why are you angr-.." He paused, look to Sayuri and then Kiyoshi before staring be at Shigemi. "Please don't tell me that you two did what I think you did? Oh man. That would explain why mom wants him dead.. What did you do?"

At the blatant and utter disrespect issued to her at the hands of her own children, Sayuri snapped. Her hands curled into tightened fists at her waist, and thick veins could be seen bulging from her forehead. She saw through the light with murderous intent fueling her red eyes, and felt the sudden necessity to show her daughter back into her place. Raising her arm up above her head, Sayuri unveiled the palm of her hand to the skies above. Immediately, powerful gusts of wind started to stockpile, swirling into a potent twister. The earth itself gave way next, before a pillar of light surrounded Sayuri's being and shot upward, parting a group of clouds.

"You incompetent runts...!" Her tone was that of a mother who had failed to raise proper children. "Have you forgotten the warmth of your own mother in the presence of this mere child?" Each and every one of them had been breastfed. She hadn't accounted for them to ever betray her in such a manner.

For a moment, it looked as though the end was near; but then, from nowhere, a masked guardian emerged, his silver hair in the way of his lazy eyes as he grasped the wrist of his beloved. "Oi, oi, what're you thinking using that jutsu on your own kids?"

Shigemi stared in utter disbelief as her mother resorted to force and threats. "I think you're confusing me for the little girl that naively followed whatever you commanded and had to say. When. Will. You. Realize. I'm not that little girl anymore?" Shi asked, her voice cold. Her majestic blaze grew in potency as Amaterasu herself was fully revealed, a powerful towering avatar with Shi in its center. Her eyes glowed white hot as she formed her father's fundamental technique before honing it into a lightning blade for the goddess to hold. "If it is a fight you seek, then a fight is what you shall receive,"

However she stopped when she saw her father appear out of nowhere to grab the wrist of his beloved. "Father? What are you doing here?" Shigemi asked, curiosity in her voice.

Now in his eldery age, Kakashi greatly resembled the late White Fang. While much of his face remained hidden by his signature mask, wrinkles were noticeable along both sides of his face. "I was in the need of some... er, "help", and then I noticed your mother wasn’t around the house," he explained, glancing between the two women in his life.

He climbed the length of Sayuri’s hand next and tied his fingers around her own, before pulling her arm back down towards her waist. Leaning in closer, he whispered towards his wife, "don’t lose your temper so easily. Whatever happened, I’m sure they have a perfectly logical explanation for."

Breaking free from his hold, Sayuri retrieved her hand and proceeded into folding her arms beneath her breasts. “Hmph! Why don’t you go ahead and ask them what’s been going on, then?”

Sighing, Kakashi rolled his eyes and turned to face the opposing group. His sluggish gaze fell momentarily upon Kiyoshi before all else, before fixating itself on Shigemi. "Why is your mother so upset, Shigemi-chan?"

Kiyoshi continued to sit on the ground, his face revealed his constantly growing confusion. "She was going to kill me.." He spoke lightly, looking down at his hands. Katoku on the other hand, was bewildered by his mother and sister's display of power. "The hell?!? Shigemi what... Are you doing? When did you become a rebel?" Katoku's eyes widened as the two continued to increase their power. They were suddenly halted by the appearance of Hus father. Letting another sigh escape his breath, Katoku help Kiyoshi to his feet. "Thank goodness. Dad. Do something with your wife. She has completeky lost it!"

Shigemi stared at her father thoughtfully. "Apparently me and Kiyoshi were becoming too intimate for her liking..." she responded to her father, "As such, she found it necessary to end it herself, conveniently forgetting that I am more than capable of making my own decisions," The last portion dripped with sarcasm directed at her mother. Noting that everything that had calmed down, she jumped out of her avatar, landing gracefully on the earthen floor below while the deity dissipated into nonexistence behind her. Her glow and blaze faded as well, though the thunderclouds that were her eyes warned that she manifest once more on a moments notice. "I've always been a rebel, I was just more adept at burying it where it could not be found," Shi said to her brother's question.

Kakashi seemed puzzled. "Kiyoshi?"

"The black kid," Sayuri explained, pointing a finger at the child she had just recently abused. "I caught the two of them practically making love to one another under a tree. By the time I got there, their clothes were already half off."

"What?!" he looked towards his daughter in disbelief, his image of her being forever tarnished. "Who even is this guy? Why haven't I ever met him before?"

"He's one of Katoku's friends, they met one another a few minutes ago. I already checked him and everything, he's completely useless. He's both black and small."

"A few minutes ago?" Kakashi turned back towards Shigemi. "You met this boy only recently, and you were already all over him? Where are your brothers?! Where were they when this happened?"

"Yasaki-kun arrived there before me to stop it," Sayuri explained. "Katoku on the other hand was encouraging the little shit, giving him all sorts of advice."

"Yasaki's a good kid."

"A very good kid."

"Well, did you beat this kid's ass already?" Kakashi questioned.

"Oh, yeah."

"Looks like it's my turn." From the sole of his feet, Kakashi suspended chakra into the ground beneath.

Katoku face continued to curl downward upon hearing what was spewing from the hole in his mother's face. "I cannot believe that you just said that. Like what the actual fuck?" The bugling veins in Katoku head seemed to grow bigger with each word. "Encouraging him? I was gone! I just got back from a mission to find that my mother was attempting to kill my friend. And I'm pretty sure that entire tale was exaggerated to the extreme." Katoku sighed in am attempt to calm himself down. "Damn it, mom! You know your story is nothing short of utter bullshit! I'm not going to continue to stand here and listen to this garbage that coming from your mouth. Neither of you are placing a hand on him. To hell with how either of you feel. Shigemi is old enough to make her own fucking decisions."

"Making love??!!" Shigemi choked, "Are you blind?! That's the walking definition of a hyperbole!! I can't believe you two. Do I look like a child to you still, the walking definition of obedience where your word is law? At the age when you were "earning your stripes" I was busy reestablishing an entire organization, coordinating missions and making sure that the ultimate goal in mind was to protect our village. Yet you while you trusted me to do this, you both consider me incapable of making my own life choices? What kind of hypocritical dipshit is that? I'm tired of you people thinking of me as some puppet for you to manipulate to your own whims and desires!" Her body glowed brightly once more to the point where it's brightness was well beyond what a sun could produce. The fire of rebellion that she had quelled within her for too long consumed her in a powerful magnificent blaze, as the senjutsu of yester year was remodeled into something more divine. The flames died down to reveal a more exalted form that mirrored the sage's own appearance, with the markings intact on the back of her cloak. The only difference remained in its golden coloration and its powerful radiance, as Shigemi glared at her parents with a white hot eyes that retained the dragon's slit pupil.

A shakujō was grasped in her left hand as her hair floated freely around her head. "You will leave him alone," Shigemi stated addressing both her mother and father while standing at her brother's side.

A Catastrophic Turn of Events

"Well... This has made a turn for the worst." Kiyoshi uttered, removing himself from Katoku grip to stand in a straighten posture. All the injuries he suffered had seemed to be healdd. His dark skin no longer showed the scars of Sayuri's wrath. "I've certainly caused a huge problem. And I've made horrible impression." Clasping his hands together in prayer, Kiyoshi looked toward the two elders with hopeful eyes. "Kakashi-sama. Sayuri-sama. I apologize for the trouble I've caused." Kiyoshi bowed his head in hopes that the domestic violence would cease.

"They're not going to accept it.. These two bags of wrinkles aren't going to want to talk this out. Hell, I don't want to talk this out. And now Shigemi has unlocked divine senjutsu. Where the hell she got it from, beats me. We're probably are to fight soon. It's inevitable at this point." Katoku said flexing slightly while crossing his arm along his chest. "Shigemi isn't the only one to have unlocked divine power." Katoku spat, looking at his mother with a smile of malice. "You want to find out mine? Well come on then." Katoku's dark eyes then began to change in color, his usual onyx black was washed away into a purple hue. Around his iris, the pattern resembled a flower distinctively known to a certain dōjutsu. "Kiyoshi.... Move out of the way. It seems as though we're having yet another family feud."

"You spoiled brats and your narcissistic ways," Sayuri said, her sharingan spinning into place. "Just because you were born with all sorts of privileges, you consider yourself a match for your parents? I think someone ought to put you into place."

Kakashi simply kept his sluggish gaze fixated on his deranged opponents. As far as he was now concerned, the only children he claimed to be his own were those of team 7, and look how they turned out to be. Successful; obedient; intelligent —all traits the blood before him lacked severely. He had seen all sorts of spiffy powers in his day and age, from the rinnegan to the six paths himself. He had overcome them all with his vast skill set; he wasn't the least bit shaken by the sudden emergence of flashy powers, nor did he ever feel out of place.

Rolling his sleeves up to his elbows, he sighed. He and his wife exchanged glances. "Come to think of it, I've never seen Katoku bring home any women, have you?" There was some tension evident within his tone. "All this time he spends with boys. I'm starting to get a tad bit suspicious."

Meanwhile, Sayuri rolled her neck around over and past her shoulders, then proceeded into cracking her knuckles, before planting her painted fingers on either side of her kimono's collar. With one fell swoop, she brought down the garb and tied her sleeves around her waist, freeing her now vigorously jiggling behemoth breasts, kept in place by a tight fitted, albeit very thin sheet of cloth. Wrapped around her waist was her intended weapon, which she awakened through a sly tickle of her fingers. Samehada roared immediately, nestling his tempered rod into Sayuri's left hand.

As Sayuri unconsciously stroked the handle of her sword with vivid hand motions, Samehada began to ooze out a potent red aura. "It appears you've mistaken your loyalty towards your family with a boy you've only just now met. Allow me to remind you."

She looked backward at her husband and nodded promptly. Without another indication, Kakashi weaved together a pair of hand signs and slammed his palms on the surface of the earth, erecting a large wall that concealed his entire being. Sayuri then tickled the area just below Samehada's gaping mouth and aimed him towards Shigemi's large constructs. Within the next instant, the speleologist unleashed a concentrated black beam, that was meant to pierce through Shigemi's aforementioned structure, taking advantage of the fact that it was so very large, and as a result, not as mobile as any of the shinobi venturing upon foot.

"Bring women home? To you two? Ha, please. Don't give me that shit. I'm not the suck up like Yasaka. Whether you two meet my lovers or not, it doesn't phase me a bit." Katoku mused outstretching his hand toward his mother and father. "Spending time with boys, you say? That's not even worth a response." Katoku looked on as his parents began their assault. And as the concentrated black beam neared Shigemi, it would suddenly be redirected to where it originated by the replusives forces of gravity. "You old farts."

Shigemi stood as she watched her brother easily redirect the blast that was headed straight for her. While it was something that she would have been capable of avoiding, the fact that her brother dealt with allowed her to focus on its source; Samehada. Because it was focused on the blast, Shigemi took the liberty of activating her newly acquired TSBs. Once created, they calmly circled her before she took one in hand, developing it into a midnight black sword. Inputting more chakra, she extended the blade with relative ease, until she brought it crashing down on top of Samehada. She knew a fight with her parents would get ugly quickly, considering both of them were easily Kage-level shinobi if not higher. Then again, it was the first time she had ever rebelled against them, something that she knew would unbalance them. "It appears you've mistaken me for a helpless child in constant need of its parents' guidance. Allow me to remind you that I'm old enough to make my own choices," Shigemi retorted.