Chapter 82 - Arc XIIi: What If?- Chapter 1

Flashback series part 1 of 4
(refer to Arc II: Chapter 4 for further beginning)



In a flash, Azami had grabbed the newly-arrived Sakura and Naruto, and put up a barrier jutsu.

“Surrender or I kill them!” Azami shouted. “Attack this dome with those creatures, and all three of us perish! What will you do now?”

Yuji made eye contact with both Naruto and Sakura. He knew what he had to do. His chakra began to suppress itself, and he let himself sink to one knee. His dragons faded and disappeared.

“Good boy. Now, admit your defeat…”

Yuji hesitated. Naruto and Sakura were both shaking their heads vigorously at him, telling him not to quit. But what choice was there? He couldn’t let them get hurt…

Yuji bowed his head and sank to one knee. His chakra withdrew back into his body. He tossed his headband at Azami’s feet.
“You win. I surrender…just let them go.”

Azami smile widened. “Let them go…” she prompted.

Yuji winced, but he understood her prompt. He bowed even lower, his eyes on the ground.
“Let them go…master.”

Azami threw out a set of restraints to Yuji. They looked like rope, but had white slips of paper on them. Chakra seals.

“Put those on. No, wait…”
Her smile grew wicked.
“Take off all your clothes, spread your legs, and open your mouth. I need to be sure you aren’t hiding any weapons. And if you even think of going for the smoke bomb in that fake tooth, I kill one of these two.”

Yuji stripped in silence, humiliated yet again. He was being forced to strip in front of his crush. It was so cruel; so embarrassing. But worse yet was that he appeared to enjoy it, well, physically.

“Very good so far. Take a good look, Sakura. This guy here- he’s had a crush on you for four years! And instead, he winds up serving you! But even more fun- now he belongs to me! And there’s nothing any of you can do to stop me from taking him!”

Azami stepped out of the barrier once Yuji had restrained himself, leaving Naruto and Sakura trapped. They watched as Azami frisked Yuji in front of them.

“Don’t worry, Yuji. I won’t target them. You just bought their freedom. Or, rather, you made a payment on their freedom. The rest of it…you’ll earn that with your body.”

Azami kissed him, sloppily making out with him in front of Naruto and Sakura. She could just feel the psychological damage she was doing to Yuji. She knew that he was attracted to her from the first time he saw her. She felt similar about him. But he couldn’t just give up on a girl he’d kept his eye on for four years. Really, this was a kindness to him- he couldn’t man up and go after his crush, so Azami simply claimed him like a stray dog.

At the end of the kiss, Azami smiled at him.
“See? Was that so bad? Isn’t it nice to just give up? Isn’t it liberating to have your life controlled by someone else? And in your case, I’m both a woman and a criminal. You can’t sink much lower, can you? You know women are superior to men. We don’t have your glaring design flaw, for one…”

She tapped his testicles, causing Yuji to flinch with pain. The instant he did, she slapped him across the face- all in front of the girl he was in love with.

“Did I say you could do that? Huh? Does my touch repulse you? Or did you forget who you belong to now?”

Azami sighed and took Yuji’s head to her breast. She stroked his hair as if comforting a child.

“Is it that you don’t like me? Or that you aren’t a man of your word after all? You DID lose the fight. But there must be worst fates than belonging to a woman who like me! Maybe I’m not ‘cute’ like ‘Ojousama’ over there, but I can do things she can’t. A submissive little boy like you needs a girl who can have complete power over you. Dominate you.”

Yuji looked up at her, looking torn. He had been thinking about this a lot. How bad could it be? Belonging to a girl like Azami? And it wasn’t like Sakura was an option. Becoming the lover of the person whom you served only happened in fictitious romance novels. So what was wrong with this? He was protecting Naruto and Sakura from Azami, so he wasn’t breaking the prophecy. Besides, maybe he could escape later.

“I understand, master,” he answered finally, kissing Azami’s hand. “I belong to you now. Do with me as you will. But please, let me say something to Ojousama and Naruto-dono…”

Azami kissed his forehead. “Of course. I’m not cruel…not in that way.”

Yuji bowed to her again. Then he turned to Naruto and Sakura.
“I’m sorry to have failed you. And then you see me like this. Please understand…I’m okay with this. I have faith in my master. She will take care of me. If my body can be used for her pleasure, and it will buy your safety…”

Azami grabbed a handful of Yuji’s hair and tugged, roughly pulling his face toward her leg.

“Did you know? Kissing a woman’s thigh is a pledge to belong to her forever. Do it now, in front of your precious Ojousama! Let her watch as her little servant with his big crush gives up his freedom for her! Selling himself like a common whore to protect her. Isn’t that sweet?”

This time, Yuji could clearly hear Sakura’s enraged shout.

“You rotten dog! You disgusting, perverted, filthy slut! The only whore here is you! Yuji, don’t do it!”

Yuji broke his master’s orders for the first time as his lips met Azami’s thigh. He bowed low to Sakura as an apology. Azami moved to pull Yuji into her Shadow Transportation Jutsu, and that allowed Yuji time for one last bit of shouting.

“Naruto-dono! Take care of Ojousama!”
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For the first couple weeks, Yuji had to be trained. He was spanked or whipped when he misbehaved. Azami never forced him into sex, however. Not since she had more or less fingered him in front of Naruto and Sakura. The memory still made his blood flow, both to his face and more south as well. Being humiliated; being treated like his life was worth nothing…why was it so stimulating to him?

Today she had forced him to cross-dress. Wearing a mesh top with a bra underneath, a miniskirt, panties, black stockings, and a wig that gave him red hair with long pigtails, coupled with the make-up Azami applied to him expertly, Yuji was…cute?

“You would’ve made a really cute girl!” Azami informed him, swatting him on the butt. It felt really weird having a breeze between his legs. Yuji briefly wondered if skirts made sense for men. After all, he was pretty sure his ‘equipment’ hung down farther than Azami’s. Maybe that was why Hakama were made the way they were? And why was he thinking this way, damn it! He’d spent too much time with Azami!

“Thank you?” Yuji answered, his reply phrased like a question.

Azami just laughed a little. “You know, if you’d just give up and admit you like me, this wouldn’t be so embarrassing.”

“How do you figure?”

Azami, for once, did nothing to tease him. She just answered honestly.
“Well, right now I’m doing this to torture you. But imagine if you were my boyfriend instead, and we could…you know…go out. Sleep together. Imagine if your reward for being humiliated was sex…would it be so bad, then? Would it be ‘torture’ or ‘fun’? I mean, yeah, I tortured you for fun, but it isn’t like you aren’t a masochist…”

Given that it was already a little bit fun, Yuji had to admit that she made a good point. What was there to gain in opposing her? He really did like her, after all. Even after more or less raping him. It felt good to be completely helpless for a change, rather than always worried and tense. And if he was honest, even though he hadn’t verbally said ‘yes’, his mind and body were very accepting of that treatment. It was just so wrong! So taboo! And that made it hot. Really hot.

“I think I’d like that. But…well, being ‘just an object’ of yours would be hot, but…”

Azami smiled. She felt under his skirt, smirking. “Mmm…you don’t want to be discarded. I understand. But wouldn’t that be better for you? The more hopeless the situation, the hotter it is for you, right?”

Yuji looked at her pleadingly. “You don’t understand- it can’t get more hopeless. I’m so in love with you it doesn’t matter what you do to me or how you treat me. I already belong to you. And I…”
He blushed, which in retrospect he imagined looked cute when he was dressed like a girl.
“I just…don’t want to be without you. I’m yours. Do whatever you want. But even if you discard me, I’m still yours…”

Azami put a hand on his cheek, stroking it slowly. Lovingly.
“I’ve never raped anyone. If I didn’t know you liked me, I would never have done that. But why you fell for someone evil; someone whom you would have fought tooth and nail any other time…”

She kissed him, holding him tight to her. If he was only a possession of hers, then he was her favorite possession. Her favorite toy. She loved him, and she would tell him as much once they were done playing this little BDSM game. Azami hadn’t felt that alive in a long time. If she was honest, she was as attracted to Yuji as he was to her upon their first meeting. She wouldn’t have gotten naked(well, at least she wouldn’t have enjoyed being naked) in front of him if she wasn’t attracted to him. She had read his file- loyal, caring, brave, and definitely fearful of kunoichi. And yet, that very fear would make him desire a kunoichi for himself.

Azami was that kunoichi now. She was happy being the dominant one. It suited her, true, but more importantly, she knew that she and Yuji wouldn’t have gotten anywhere if he had been the one in charge.
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There were benefits to being Azami’s plaything, certainly. She only treated Yuji roughly sometimes. Other times, she was sweet and loving. It was nice to not be alone all the time. Yuji didn’t feel like a prisoner at all. Rather, he felt more liberated than ever. Having someone care about you was a great feeling. And Azami really did care.

Her bad girl act was hot and all, but getting to know her as a person was an adventure. She was refined, cultured, worldly, and incredibly sexy. But she was also ‘real’. She had hopes, dreams, desires- she seemed to be more attainable now than ever before. She was still a goddess, but she didn’t seem so untouchable now.

Azami had opened up one night and talked about her family a little. Her mother had passed away right after giving birth, and her father had left her when she was thirteen. It had been hard, becoming a teenager with no parents. More than once, she admitted, she had considered just giving up.

“And then God gave me these tits, and suddenly everyone seemed interested,” she quipped sardonically. “I had to learn how to fight off my attackers.”

Yuji grew more and more angry as the tale went on. From the first man she killed- one of her would-be rapists- to the life of bounty hunting she was forced into because no where was safe, Yuji was becoming more and more enraptured with her. She was so strong despite all her hardships. She never once complained about them, either. She told the story as if it hadn’t happened to her at all. It was like she was reading a book about someone else’s life. By the end, Yuji was all but shaking with anger. He held her hand when the story got tough, but found that he needed it more than she did.

“I’m so sorry…about all of it. It’s all so damned unfair…”

Azami shrugged a little. “It is what it is. Palatable or not, that was how I was raised, and that’s why I’m the way I am now. But at least I met you,” she added cheerfully, giving his hand a squeeze. “That’s been a bright spot.”

Yuji blushed, feeling a surge of affection for his captor. This was not one of her lies. Even if she was bad, there was a reason. And that’s all he needed to hear.

“Azami, if I’m a bright spot now, let me be brighter. Rather than being ‘just a toy’…”
He met her eyes, putting all his feeling into what he was about to say. Words he’d only ever thought. Words he never thought he’d utter.
“…let me be a lover. I know I can never erase the pain in your past, but I can give you a better future.”

Yuji and Azami had been sitting side by side near a small fire she had made. They were in the woods, completely alone. Their combined chakra was so large and powerful that even the strongest animal stayed away.

“But I need to kill you,” Azami said sadly. “I don’t want to. I never did. But this group is too big even for me to take on alone. If I don’t kill you, they will. And then they‘ll kill me”

Yuji nuzzled her hand, holding it to his cheek. His face was decorated with five o’clock shadow from being on the run for three days. It made him look rougher, and he certainly needed that impression now.
“You aren’t alone anymore. Never again. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Azami looked away, sadness plain in her tone.
“It will take their deaths. All thirteen of them.”

“Then that’s what will happen. They will all die,” said Yuji. “Criminals like that don’t deserve to live. Especially not after threatening you your whole life,” he added, slyly attempting to confirm a hunch he had.

Azami jolted in surprise. “How did you-”

“Figure out that the same people have been bullying you all along?” Yuji filled in. “I know enough about you to know that you do not take kindly to being bullied. For you to talk so matter-of-factly about something like this meant that you were used to it. It’s not had to imagine a group like this taking in a thirteen year old, protecting her from her rapists, then demanding a lifetime of compensation.”

“I suppose it isn’t.”

“Then maybe you can imagine someone caring enough about you to turn his back on the ‘light’…someone who is so moored by justice that maybe he’s just twisted enough to know that exploiters like that are scum who need to be removed…”

“I don’t want your hands bloody in this, Yuji!” Azami told him. “You’re a good boy. I’m a bad girl-”

“Isn’t that how it always works?” Yuji interrupted, passion flaring in his voice. “The good boy, the bad girl. The good girl, the bad boy. Who cares? If these people aren’t stopped, then they’ll just hunt you the rest of your life. Do you want that?”

Azami shook her head, tears in there eyes. She buried her face in Yuji’s chest. She didn’t want it. Not anymore. But she didn’t want Yuji to turn bad either!

“Trust me, Azami. I will destroy them with you. But I’ll be the same guy after. I promise.”

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