The Other Side Of the Story

Newcomer Expectations

When the three arrived at the Hokage’s office and shut the door. Kala sat down and remained silent while the brothers discussed what to do with her. “Brother, she is a fully trained Shinobi. Jonin level, easily.” Hashirama sat down. And thought for a moment. “Someone like that doesn’t just appear out of nowhere.” Well?, Kala thought to herself. She hadn’t realized she had smiled at the thought, but Tobirama sure did. He grabbed her by the front of her jumpsuit and lifted her off the floor easily. Kala didn’t even flinch. “Tobirama, calm yourself.” Hashirama sighed. She may tell us if you weren’t so physical.” “I’m eager to do so, Lord Hokage.” Kala agreed. “But the walls have ears and what I have to tell you is dangerous in the wrong hands.” Tobirama put her back on her feet. Kala was nervous to be sure. The brothers set up a barrier so that she could speak freely. She explained where she had come from. A dimension where the Shinobi were fictional characters created by a man of great talent. She didn’t go into to detail of course. Tobirama and Hashirama looked at each other when she finished. “Brother, we can’t just let her loose with this kind of knowledge.” He insisted. Hashirama obviously agreed. Tobirama, brought out his kunai and waited. Hashirama shook his head, “There is no need for that, brother.” He states. “We need only use a sealing jutsu to prevent her from divulging any information.” “Fine,” Tobirama agreed. Kala raised an eyebrow. A sealing jutsu? This would be interesting. “Having the knowledge you do is dangerous.” Tobirama growled. “I agree,” Hashirama replied solemnly. “I’ll agree to whatever terms you set, of course.” Kala reassured them. After preparations were made, Kala stood in the middle of the diagram on the floor and waited. When Tobirama struck her, she screamed and fell to her knees. The pain was intense. Her head grew foggy for a moment, she threw up. When she got to her feet, Hashirama handed her a glass of water. “You will not be able to speak about what you know to anyone. Even us.” Tobirama told her. “You will be instated as a Jonin and be under my supervision as well as my brothers.” Kala nodded, “Yes, sir.” “You’ll report for missions beginning tomorrow.” Hashirama ordered. “You’ll also dress appropriately.” He growled as he tossed her a set of clothing. “You’re dismissed.” He snapped simply. Hashirama nodded, giving her permission to leave.

When Kala returned to the school, the injured were gone and the wall repaired. Madara sat waiting for her. He saw the bundle under her arm. “What’s that?” He asked. Kala handed it to him. “Jonin?” She nodded. “I start tomorrow.” Madara began smiling. “What?” Kala asked at his expression. “You’re going to go home and change and we’re going to celebrate.” “I am?” She crossed her arms. Not to fond of being told what to do again. “You just want to see me in that dress.” Madara put his hands out. “Do you blame me?” Kala rolled her eyes. “Typical male.” She mumbled. Madara stepped close enough her their lips almost touched. He gently grabbed her chin. “I promise you, I am far from a typical male, woman. I’ll pick you up at six o’clock sharp.” He purred. Kala closed her eyes waiting for the kiss. When she opened her eyes he was gone. Kala hurried home. Kakashi, he was not, he would be on time. She was ready by 5:45. The purple dress sparkled. She grimaced some as the dress was too short for her liking. She tried to pull it down to no avail. Her hair was up in a silver barrette. Madara, right on time, knocked on the door. Kala opened it and when she saw Madara, she almost had a very unladylike accident. He was dressed in black, save for a purple shirt that matched her dress. I’m in so much trouble. Kala thought to herself. She was no prude. She knew Madara’s reputation. She had done everything up til now to avoid actually getting involved with Madara. But to be truthful, her body had been yearning for him from the moment he took her hand in the Hokage’s office. With a smile, Kala let him take her arm. f**k it. She told herself.

The restaurant Madara chose was nice. And as if he had planned it, everyone was dressed almost formal. They were led to a table where he pulled her chair out for her. Kala blushed. Madara sat down in his own chair and watched her blush deepen. She was going to be all blushed out after this evening was over. He raised his hand to get the waiters attention. He ordered dinner for them, as well as a bottle of saki. They ate silently. Kala didn’t mind. She was prone to being a chatter box, so Madara simply eating and enjoying each other’s company was fine with her. After their plates were cleared away. Madara poured each of them some saki and raised his cup. “To the villages newest Jonin.” Kala nodded and raised her own. Madara sipped his and watched as Kala slammed hers back. Madara raised an eyebrow and refilled her cup. “Take your time, the evening is far from over.” Kala blushed again. She did as she was told and took time to enjoy the saki. The bottle finally gone. Madara motioned again for the waiter and paid him. He got to his feet and held out a hand to help Kala to her own. He was impressed to see that she held her liquor very well. Her cheeks flush as the alcohol affected her. Kala knew her inhibitions would not be so easy to control with the dark man that stood before her. “We need to get you home.” He states simply. Kala didn’t argue. Nor did she when as soon as they had gotten out the door and despite onlookers, Madara stuck his hand up the front of her dress. He smiled at the realization that Kala had forgotten to wear her undergarments. “Madara,” Kala breathed, “Please, not here.” A whoosh, and he had her up against the wall beside her apartment. Madara wasted no time. He held her legs apart while holding her clasped hands above her head. Kala gasped as Madara shoved three fingers and then four into her hot, wet nethers. Making sure to fill her up. He held her in place as she bucked hungrily on his hand. Madara kissed her rough, demanding she allow him entrance. “c*m for me,” Madara ordered her as he rubbed her swollen c**t mercilessly. Kala gushed and could hear her juices hit the ground. “Again,” He growled low and deep. Kala couldn’t disobey. Another gush, greater than the first. “Please, Madara.” She begged. “Please, what?” Teasing. She was shuddering from his skilled handiwork and couldn’t form any more words. He opened up her apt door and carried her to her room and dropped her on her bed. Before Kala could move, Madara was between her legs, his face buried. She couldn’t breathe. She automatically grabbed for his hair. Silken black. He pulled her hands away and held them while he took off his belt. He used it to bound her busy hands behind her head. All while beating her button into oblivion with his tongue. He stopped suddenly. Kala whined as the pleasure ended. “Silence, woman.” He told her with a glare. “I’m just getting started.” Kala watched as he stripped off all of his clothes. She gasped. The man’s body was perfection, godlike. Him member already growing hard with the attention he was giving her. He went right back to work with his tongue, adding his fingers again. Kala gasped as he f****d her ass and p***y simultaneously. He continued with his fingers while kissing her and whispered, “I have to make sure you’re ready for me.” With that, he shoved his manhood into her. Kala nearly screamed. But when she opened her mouth, nothing came out. Her eyes rolled back. Whatever her imagination in regard to Madara in the Narutoverse, the reality was literally breathtaking. He held her as he continued to maneuver his meat into her. He smiled when she took him to the hilt. Then he f****d her mercilessly. His stamina seemed to go on forever. She could feel every inch of him, veins and all. Her walls stretching to the limit her body would allow. His thrusts picked up as he got close to his peak. He lifted her up, mounting her fully on his member, slamming her down hard so that she knew she was still at his mercy. He wrapped his arms around her and held her to him. Kala couldn’t move even if she wanted to. His powerful arms locked her in place against him. She could feel him tense up and then his whole body shuddered. Kala orgasmed in rythym with his powerful release. She could feel his liquid slam into her like a geyser. She came multiple times. They lay down. Madara wasn’t even breathing heavy from the effort. Kala fell asleep with his arms still around her, her body in line with his. He watched her for a while. Smelling her hair, stroking her soft skin. When her breathing was slow and even, he took his leave of her.