It's (Not) The Same

The dull haze from the night before remained in her mind even now, although stripped of the extreme that had made it so exhilarating. Now it was just a fog without adjectives or meaning. The only thing she was aware of was that sensation. Floating, drifting away…- It was a feeling of heaviness but without the sensation of falling. She was paralyzed. A tightness was gripped around her throat. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move at all, even as she tried to struggle it was as if the connections between her brain and body were severed. Like a puppet with no strings, but a mind inside. It was that empty state of mind. Not dreaming, not fully asleep, not fully awake. The space that sleep paralysis was born in, between wakefulness and sleep.

The spell of unconsciousness wore away gradually. Bit by bit Ikomiki would return to the waking world. The light was utterly blinding. Morning rays would transverse into the room through the panes of a far off window, positioned in a way where the light shone in now over her face. It was pleasantly warm, but in this state not much different than staring into the face of God. She couldn’t comprehend it, although gradually everything would return to focus. Vision spinning, the subtle sounds of birds chirping in the far off distance trickled into her ears.    

The most prominent sensations, the ones that returned to her first as her vision was returning, was the dual desires that were most common after waking up. The sour dryness that permeated through her mouth and lips, and the fullness of her bladder. Even as pleasant as returning to sleep would have been (that sleep paralysis already discarded from her mind), especially in this dazed state, she would need to get up and find a place to pee, and preferably something to drink.

The window across the room, half obscured by the shining light still in her half-lidded eyes, finally came into focus. It was then that Ikomiki began to realize that she had no idea where she was. The wrongness of the situation dawned on her, troubling her in a way that would have resulted in a perplexing confusion on her face had she not been so drowsy. Squinting, her eyebrows furrowed as much as she could manage while being half-asleep. She almost never slept indoors, for one. Sleeping under the trees was a habit of hers that she had long upheld even as she moved into human society.

Turning her head would be rather revealing of her situation. Blankets. A luxurious bed. Much bigger than she thought beds were supposed to be, and then… A strong, masculine jaw. Pale, almost creamy skin with signs of not getting enough sunlight. Black hair, messy bangs and that long tied off ponytail. The tranquility of the environment was reflected in how peacefully he was sleeping beside her, eyes closed. She had never looked at him this closely before. Not this close to his face, and not for this long. Remaining that way, stuck in a daze as she attempted to comprehend her situation, she would just stare at him with her own hazed eyes… Akihiro had surprisingly long eyelashes for a man.  She had never noticed it before, or seen his eyes closed like this long enough to examine it all. It was attractive in a way she hadn’t appreciated before, drawing a contrast between the eye and eyelid and enhancing already intense eyes. It was easy to imagine them being open. Whether black or red, it was an image that was floating across her mind now…

Wait a second.

She had spent a long time staring at him, and while of course it was easy to tell from the beginning who she was looking at, that wasn’t what she was trying to figure out. It was, rather, the very important question of why she was sleeping beside him like this. The realization jogged her mind all at once, like a car engine that had been sputtering suddenly roaring to life. She was… This must be his bed. His room. His house. She had never been inside his bedroom before but who’s else could it be- Her mind was racing. How did she get here, why were they both sleeping together and then she just realized they were both naked-

The memories of the night before would flash in her mind. Bits and pieces at first, and then in reverse order. The last thing she remembered, falling asleep after he had… After he had done that. Thinking about it now felt especially perverse. Had that all really happened, or was it some sort of dream?

Even after realizing she had continued staring at his sleeping face. A bout of shyness brought her eyes away, and embarrassment on her face now was represented through a tight frown. Suddenly, it was very important that she got some space. Not just because she really, really desperately needed to pee, but also because staring so long at his face like that with all these memories made her feel weird. Rather than dealing with weird emotions it was important to just ignore them and pass them off to your future self to deal with, a very good strategy used often by anvil-headed teenagers and young adults across the world.


Gently (reluctantly) she would roll away. Sliding out of his embrace. A strong arm had been wrapped around her, his bicep protectively placed around her… Wait a second. Why was she suddenly thinking about how strong his arms were? That wasn’t even true, Akihiro wasn’t that strong at all. She was probably stronger than he was, even if his arms were much thicker and more muscular in appearance than hers- Okay. Ikomiki had enough, she needed to stop herself before her thoughts got out of control again. The bed was slithered out of, that embrace she had been held in wiggled away from and along with the covers with the maximum amount of stealth that a shinobi could produce. After all, interrupting his sleep here would be counterproductive for her.

Or maybe not, because as she stood now in his room, bear and naked as the day she was born, Ikomiki realized a rather important dilemma. That being that she needed to pee, she didn’t know where her clothing was, and that she had no idea the layout of his home. In normal situations she would just find a secluded tree or patch of grass to relieve herself in like this, but this was an urban area in the middle of Konoha. Unless she was sneaking into a back alley to piss all over the trashcans there, it was unlikely she would find privacy. Even going outside was troublesome, as while she didn’t mind being seen naked apparently it was illegal or something lame like that. ‘Indecent exposure, an affront to the public order, you should really be ashamed of yourself-’ She recalled a rather annoying policeman lecturing her about walking around Konoha in the nude before. That was only one of the many times she had been yelled at for her previous nudity habit, before she wised up and stamped it out. Clothing was rather nice anyway, so it was easy to adjust, but still... It was too troublesome to deal with, humans and their stupid rules.

Then there was the option of just peeing inside his house, but that also felt very wrong for some reason. Even if she knew humans didn’t operate by the same rules she did, marking her territory inside Akihiro’s home felt… Well, rather rude, for one. This was clearly his territory, not hers. Rude, and a bit presumptuous. Way too bold. She would have to save that one for later. But if she didn’t release somewhere there would be a big problem. There was only one last resort she could fall back to… Using a toilet. She had only heard rumors of them, but apparently they were something that humans used to hide their natural bodily functions. Like they were ashamed of pissing and shitting or something. Pretty weird, but whatever. The problem was that she both didn’t know where the toilet was located in Akihiro’s house or what a toilet even looked like. Did he even own a toilet? There wasn’t any guarantee.

His room would be exited quickly. Unfortunately for her, Akihiro’s home was enormous. Huge, it was full of rooms and weird stuff. Curiosity struck her even in this urgement moment. Vaguely she saw the bloom of a sakura tree outside a window, and a big pond full of lively looking fish… Why did he go to a hot spring if he had a pool right out here to bathe in? She just didn’t understand. It was all so strange. Plus, the wooden floors would creak occasionally with each of her steps. Pretty stupid to have floors that made noise when the dirt ground was completely silent. Not a very ninja-like thing in her opinion, but that was something she adjusted to quickly. Almost nervous of making any noise inside his house, especially when he wasn’t around, she was on guard.

Being on guard didn’t stop her from indulging in her curiosity though. A rather big porcelain container, a vase, would be set aside on a wooden platform in some sort of display. It was huge, and the significance of it wasn’t something she properly understood, but it was especially shiny. Very shiny! And the surface looked so glossy and smooth… Maybe this was what she was looking for? It was full of what looked like flowers and water, which would make a bit of sense for something you relieved yourself into, so… Reaching out, she would brush her hand against the polished, reflective surface. It was cool, pleasant against the touch, but she had misjudged just how light such a large object was.

Crash.

Without meaning to, she had just shoved the vase to the side, having it wobble for a moment before falling off the platform it was perched on. Hitting the flood let out the loudest shattering sound possible, and a combination of porcelain shards, dirty water, and flowers spread across the floor in a pile. Ikomiki stared blankly down at the mess she had just made for a moment, before walking away without a word.

Akihiro hadn't rested like this in quite a while. Being out on the road implied being on a constant state of alert and often camping which meant he didn't get to sleep in comfy feather beds. On the other hand even at home his time was often requested either by the Clan, the village or some other underground business. This all meant the occasions he did have to sleep in were rare. So when he slept in late, he slept in late. Truth to be told he had fallen asleep expecting to wake up at noon or even later. The longer he could stay in bed with Ikomiki, the better. He'd considered the possibility of her waking up first, used to being in the wild as she was, and rampaging around the house with her strange mannerisms. Still that option was better than crashing at the hot springs the elder population of Konoha liked to visit in the morning. Can you imagine that? A bunch of old men showing up at the hotsprings and finding out Akihiro sleeping with a cute cat girl, both of them naked?

How envious they'd be?

Akihiro figured he had more than his share of troubles with the elders as it was. Being made Clan Leader at the age of 14 tended to create some friction with the older members of the Clan. Alas, coming home had definitely been the best decision. They'd been naughty and careless as befits youngsters of their age, but there was no reason to be also stupid.

Overall he'd had quite the pleasant and deep sleep. Neither the sun rays nor the birds chipping outside would interrupt this Snorlax in his task. But something happened that caused him to open his eyes. A loud crash somewhere inside the house had his deeply trained instincts kicking him awake, and it was not a pleasant experience. He had been in deep sleep and the sudden awakening had him feel foggy, struggling to remember where he was. That feeling added to the worry of having heard in his own home caused him to open his eyes wide, Sharingan tomoes immediately spinning. It took him a few seconds to recover full conscience and react, probably because he was just so comfy. But the absence of a certain someone on the other side of his bed kicked him into action.

"Iko" he'd mumble. Truthfully he wasn't worried about the house itself but rather the girl. Had she freaked out? Was bringing her here a mistake? Quickly the naked Uchiha got out of bed, opened a drawer on the cabinet right next to it and grabbed underwear, quickly putting it on. Unfortunately in his rush he'd put it ton wrongly and the Uchiha symbol that was supposed to go on his butt side was now covering his dick. "I swear to Sage these people just slap our symbol on anything, damn." These had been a gift although he couldn't remember whose. The position of Clan Leader implied he should graciously accept any gifts that weren't a threat to either the Clan or his own life. The fact that he didn't clean his own home or do his own laundry meant these clothes were likely to make it to his drawer regardless of whether or not he liked them. Had he not been in a rush Akihiro would've chosen something else, in fact he rarely ever wore gifted outfits unless he was on a diplomatic mission to meet with whoever gave him the clothes. "But boxers? Really? Did the Yūhi expect me to visit in my undergarments?" Asked by anyone Akihiro would swear he wasn't an elitist douchebag who discriminated against the minor families in the Clan, it was just that they all seemed batshit crazy and had the worst timings.

Akihiro would take the shortest route within the house and its rooms to reach the place he'd heard the crash coming from. After opening a few doors he ended up finding Ikomiki in front of him with a blank expression on her face. His eyes shifted from the mess in the ground to the place where the vase was supposed to be at and he immediately understood what had happened although he was sort of afraid to ask why. Instead he asked something else.

"Are you alright, did you cut yourself?" were his first questions. His eyes had shifted back to normal although still perfectly capable of identifying the vase. "Oh, you got granny Hon's urn. You'd be in real trouble if she weren't dead." Granny Hon had been an (immensely) old woman, making use of Ijutsu to live up to (according to her) 200 years old. Bitter and generally an unpleasant and even rude old lady she'd been the nightmare of Akihiro's childhood until one day she had simply decided she just had enough and released her Ijutsu, simply dying. Akihiro wasn't generally happy when someone died, but the woman had been clearly past he expiration date and her cruelty and pettiness had known no bounds. He could swear the only reason she killed herself without warning was to spite him. Perhaps she'd been human in the past but old age had drawn any humanity and kindness from her, and the Uchiha were in general just glad to see her gone, no longer a character imposed on their stories. For his part, Akihiro had dropped her ashes in the river so they'd be carried away and never returned. One could never be too careful! He'd kept the vase tho, and had a servant put and change flowers on it regularly.

Assuming Ikomiki was alright he'd begin picking up pieces of the vase. It was tuesday, the cleaning ladies didn't come on tuesday.

Her escape route had been cut off. Akihiro was fast. Too fast. Way too fast. She had intended to make a speedy exit to ensure that this crime couldn’t be pinned on her, but Akihiro had gotten the better of her. Here he was now, standing in a weird pair of shorts, blocking off her only exit to the room. This was incredibly incriminating, and not at all fair. Had he really been that fast that he had been able to wake up, rush out of bed, get dressed, and find her before she could even leave the room? What was she saying, of course he could. This was Akihiro, he was practically a living legend. She should have known better. Ikomiki had the world’s best poker face though, so perhaps she could still get out of this.

“It wasn’t me. I didn’t do it. It was.... the wind.”

Her face was utterly blank, and she said it with a completely neutral intonation. Flashbacks to when they first met might be inspired by this, when she similarly lied to Akihiro’s face with the same poker face and lack of intonation. Although, that had been about a much more serious matter than breaking a vase. If he remembered, he might have been able to make the connection that it was a ‘tell’ of when she was lying, suddenly losing all emotion in her face and voice and standing straight. There weren’t any windows in this room for a breeze to come in through anyway, so it was especially pointless. She just looked Akihiro right in the eyes and lied to him. For only a second, and then she would avoid eye contact. For a variety of reasons. Not really because she was ashamed, but rather a continuation of those weird emotions she wanted to avoid. Eyes down to the ground, and then… she would peer with an incredulous gaze at his crotch. Was that… Was that the Uchiha Clan symbol covering his genitals?

“Nice shorts.”

That emotionless expression turned especially smug all of the sudden, and she would shift to lean against the wall, a hand on her hip. Her tail was swaying back and forth behind her, dancing with a sudden mischievous mirth. It was as if she was implying something with that statement by the way she said it, but what exactly she was referring to was unclear.

It wasn’t that she was making a concentrated effort to change the subject away from Granny Hon’s urns either, which she had just smeared all over the ground, but more that her attention was too easily drawn away. Curiosity killed the cat, after all. Then she remembered what her earlier quest had been, and why she knocked over the vase in the first place. The state of her bladder.

“Oh. That’s right. I need to find a place to pee. I figured you wouldn’t want me peeing on your couch or something, even though I sort of wanted to.” Why did she want to do that? “I was trying to go in that pot, but it didn't work out. Is there anywhere I can… What happened to my clothing, too? That was my only sweater.”

"The wind....right. Gotta remember to keep those windows closed." Akihiro would say with a blank expression as well, imitating Ikomiki to the best of his abilities. He couldn't help but the wonder how she'd react to that, tasting her own super effective lying technique. Of course Akihiro wasn't lying, but he was ignoring the obvious truth here and that was close enough. He noticed her eyeing his crotch and for a moment he wondered why or if they were about to have a talk about what had happened last night. But her change in stance and the wicked motions of her tail behind her indicated something else...and then her words made clear why she'd been eyeing down there.

Akihiro's own expression turned smug. "Thank you, they were a gift. I'd offer you the same compliment, but you're not wearing any clothes. Not that I'm complaining." He pointed out, raising his eye brows a little bit and making a point to pass a noticeable gaze all over her exposed body.

"C'mon, I'll show you the bathroom." He'd say, gesturing at her to follow him.On his way he dropped the pieces of porcelain on a trash can. He could deal with the water later, it were the cuts caused by these shards that really worried him. Akihiro was after all, a frail person. Or at the very least he liked to pass on that image, it helped people underestimate him and that had always proved to be a fatal mistake for those dumb enough to fall for such a trap.

"I left your clothes at the Hotsprings. Mine too, to be honest. You fell asleep and I just teleported us home." He explained. Hopefully Ikomiki wouldn't miss her sweaters too much. "You can probably get them back if you go there and ask, but in the meantime - oh, here it is." He'd open a wooden door to show her into the bathroom. A large space, far larger than he honestly needed. It held the most vital items such as a toilet, a sink and shower. But it also held a lot of unnecessary luxuries such as a large tub and a jaccuzzi on an elevated division which you reached by going up a small set of stairs. Why did he have one of those in the bathroom? He wasn't sure, he hadn't designed the place. But it was a bit strange to admit it wasn't the only jaccuzzi this house held and he couldn't remember the last time he'd used either. Most of the furniture was made of carefully carved wood and the floor was similar to the rest of the house's except the wood was made of a darker material, treated to be able to deal with water better. The most prized possession however, was his extremely expensive hair conditioner which he kept on a shelf next to the tub.

"That one." He pointed at the toilet, assuming the amount of crap on that bathroom was bound to confuse Ikomiki. "I'mma go make some breakfast, when you're done see if you can find anything that fits you until we get your clothes back." He'd wait for her to enter and close the door behind her, staying out. He assumed she'd know where to go look for clothes.

Barefoot he went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He hadn't done grocery shopping in years but somehow this fridge was kept stocked. Sage bless the crew responsible for keeping this house. He wasn't sure what Ikomiki would like, but scrambled eggs were always a good bet so he'd start the process of making those. Four eggs, a frying pan and a spoon to mix it all...Akihiro found himself taking pleasure in this simple activity. He was happy.

She nodded at Akihiro’s comment about the windows, believing wholeheartedly that he had bought her lie. If it wasn’t for that ridiculous excuse she had made up she wasn’t the worst lair in the world, but her ability to determine when another person was lying probably couldn’t degrade any further. She was lucky that Akihiro was pretty honest. If he had decided to screw with her by filling her head with weird lies she would have believed him without question, and probably ended up pretty strange. Or at least, stranger than she already is.

“It’s warm enough in here that I don’t have to wear clothes. And nobody is around to scold me for being naked. This is how I spent most of my life before coming to Konoha anyway… I sort of got used to wearing clothing since living here though.” Those eyes of his… She followed them with her own as they turned down her body. Normally it wasn’t something she would have thought anything of, but it had an entirely new context now. Of course, all thoughts along that note were discarded once he mentioned showing her the bathroom. That took first priority at the moment.

“You owe me a new outfit though.” As tempting as that offer was that he had just given her, that she could ‘find anything that fits you’, the idea of wearing Akihiro’s clothing was maybe a little bit too much for her right now. She’d have to see. Maybe.

To be honest, Ikomiki didn’t know what to expect for this mythological ‘bathroom’, but this wasn’t it. Well, it made sense for there to be a bath area given the name, but this was much nicer than she imagined a place to pee in had any right to be. She stood for a moment, eyes sparkling at the pure luxury of it. Even if these humans did have all their weird habits and rules, maybe it wasn’t so bad in this case.

“You have all this…?” She looked at him for a second. Ikomiki, who’s only personal possessions in life had been things she could carry on her back, was entering an entirely different world. “And you keep it in the room you pee in? Why did you even go to the hot springs when you have a bath right here?”

Maybe she shouldn’t have said anything. Either way, she would make her way towards the toilet and begin to figure out how to use it. An extremely interesting tale that I’m sure you’re very interested to hear about, but I won’t bore you with the details of it. The toilet would be flushed around twenty times in the process, mostly out of curiosity, before she would be finished with it, something she was beginning to regard as more of an interesting toy than a utility. The only thing that stopped her from playing with the hair conditioner too was the fact that she didn’t have any clue what it was.

Streaming out of where the bathroom was and eventually finding her way to the kitchen, she would remain completely naked. How long she intended to stay like this was a mystery, and would be especially difficult if she refused to wear Akihiro’s clothing. She would take her place in the kitchen with him once she noticed he was there, catching wind of the various sounds of cooking and preparation. Curious, she would come close, pressing up to his back with her chest and peeking over his shoulder down bowl.

Akihiro heard her come behind him this time, perhaps alerted by the cleverly placed creaking wood floors which would alarm him to intruders in the house. Really this wasn't a bug, it was a feature and he expected Ikomiki to be well aware of how important it was to keep these sort of things around just in case of a surprise attack. "I went to the hotsprings because you wouldn't have followed me here." He stated. That wasn't entirely true, his motive to be at the hot springs was because it was a quiet place but also a place away from the Uchiha Clan district. Things tended to get busy whenever the rest of the clan found out he was in town, responsibilities, meetings and all sorts of things... he'd simply wanted a quiet moment, a quiet night before he had to return to the buzzling activity of being Clan leader. Of course, Ikomiki had been anything but quiet that night, but that was alright too.

He felt her bare chest against the skin of his back and took that as indication she was still naked. "Didn't find anything? That's okay, I'll go fetch the clothes for you." He turned around with the pan in one hand and a spoon in the other both held high so he wouldn't accidentally hit Ikomiki with either. He placed it on the kitchen counter and quickly took two plates from a cupboard. "You like eggs? There's also bread and some other stuff in the fridge too, feel free to take a look." Akihiro looked like a busy bee running around the kitchen, taking silverware and placing it on the counter and opening and closing cupboards to get everything. He was in a rush but he wasn't entirely sure why.It was just a habit, born from the fact that even if he had nothing to do all day, something would come.

And something did come in the form of a peck at a window in the next room. A messenger hawk. Akihiro stepped away from the kitchen for a moment, returning with a piece of paper in his hand. "Well, it looks like I'll only be able to fetch your clothes in the afternoon. There's a new promising Uchiha I need to evaluate and apparently there's also going to be a Clan meeting. I wonder how they figured I was in town so fast." Akihiro raised an eyebrow. for some reason whenever he returned from journeys the elders were quick to send him work to do even if he teleported immediately home. Just...how?

In case she hadn't touched the eggs yet she'd serve her a plate and then one for himself. "Try them out, if it's terrible pick something from the fridge. Will you be okay alone here until I bring your clothes back?"

She frowned. Just when she was getting used to being naked all the time again, Akihiro was out here ruining her nudist dreams and getting her a new outfit. Well, she did tell him to get her one, so it was fair. For now she would just rest there, against his back, watching as he worked his hands in the kitchen. A foreign experience, more or less. Cooking was still a very mysterious subject to her. To be honest, despite ‘moving into society’, she had lived a long portion of her life in Konoha in a very similar manner to the average raccoon. Calling her ‘adapted to society’ might be a bit of a stretch. She was able to pass as normal at first glance, but that fell apart the moment anyone spended extended amounts of time with her. Akihiro surely experienced this in parts before, but he was likely going to end up getting the full brunt of her ignorance to human customs rather soon.

“Eggs are good. I’ve never had them cooked though. It’s probably not that different than eating them raw, I bet.” Truthfully she wasn’t a picky eater. You really couldn’t be if you had been through the sorts of situations she had. Inviting her to look through his fridge was a terrible mistake though that he should have likely known better than though, and soon she would be entertaining herself by scanning her eyes through the bountiful wonder that was within the glowing, magically cold kitchen appliance. Pretty crazy how they could get Ice Release chakra into this little box. She’d have to ask him how it worked later.

Some bread had been brought out eventually, placed alongside the eggs. Although she had snuck some into her mouth first as a taste test. It couldn’t be helped. As much as she would have liked to just rifled around his personal belongings Ikomiki didn’t really want to press her luck.

For a similar reason she would wait until seemingly given permission to eat, still just watching him until a plate was served. That message would be something she tried to read by peeking over his shoulder a bit, but she didn’t catch much of it. That, and she was honestly more interested in the hawk. She had half a mind to just reach for it and grab it. It was so tempting, especially since she was a bit hungry and it looked like it would make a good meal. Bird probably went good with eggs too…

“... Will I be okay?”

The question was responded to once she had put some eggs in her mouth, pecking at them a bit and trying to gain an appreciation for the odd flavor. It was unlike anything she had ever eaten before in terms of texture, but not the point where it was mind blowing. Still, she would swallow down what she had put in her mouth before frowning.

“Why would I not be okay? Do you think I can’t handle myself alone? Or...”

Was this about the vase? As much of a resting bitch face Ikomiki could have at times, it was almost easy to read her from her body language. Suddenly a bit stiffer, leaning to one side as she looked at him, her tail swatting around behind her.

“Nothing bad will happen to your house on my watch, if that was what you were worried about. I’m strong enough to protect it in your absence.” She would huff. Her chest pressed out for a second and shoulders held tight. “I’ll even make sure to close all the windows for you. Don’t worry.”

Akihiro staggered for a bit. His question seemed perfectly normal and natural to him and as such he didn't quite expect Ikomiki to be so defensive. The chest puffing was nice tho, so this wasn't a complete loss. He tried his own eggs. Damn. He'd forgotten the salt. Luckily for him Ikomiki wasn't a a connoisseur of human cooking so it would probably pass without much of a problem. He chewed and swallowed, which gave him time to come up with a reply.

"Well we're inside, and I know you like to be outside. But you can't, because you're naked. Plus I'll have to go out for a bit. This all means you're stuck inside alone. I don't know, I figured you'd be bored or something." Akihiro shrugged. It really wasn't a big deal he supposed, he just didn't want her to feel like he was abandoning her after...well, after the night they'd spent together. Again he wasn't sure this even mattered to Ikomiki. She could be such a strange creature at times and he felt there was still a lot he didn't know about her despite all the time they'd spent together. Oh well he was sure he'd find out more every day, and was eager to do so as well. "Being alone can suck." he stated bluntly. He liked his time alone for sure, but loneliness could be a serious problem. One he hadn't known since Ikomiki had stuck to him.

"Did you have any plans for today?" he asked casually, taking the fork into his mouth again. He could use a shower but figured he didn't have much time for that. Perhaps later that day...

She had a moment of pride there that expressed itself after that concern from Akihiro. Ikomiki had been secure in her own power and strength, and so she couldn’t help but feel the littlest bit insulted by the question. Even with as fragile as she had been feeling last night while with him… It was okay then, but only during times like that when she was fine with feeling like a fragile flower. Only in close intimate moments like that where he had her in his arms. It wasn’t like she wanted to be treated like she couldn’t handle herself otherwise, and the fierce and strong general independent streak that Ikomiki had at times showed for it.

“I’ve spent most of my life alone. It’s okay.” Something that sounded so depressing wasn’t said in that tone, but rather as if it was completely normal. Ever since she had that falling out with her brother she had been effectively on her own. Even when she moved into Konoha, she was more or less a loner who handled things on her own. Having someone to care for you was thus an entirely alien experience.

“For today… I don’t know. I saw the fish in your pond outside and I wanted to try and see if I could catch one. It’s been a long time since I tried fishing.” Just idle thoughts mostly, random whims. Planning wasn’t something Ikomiki really did, so this boring sort of off the top of her head dialogue was what came out. Still, it was more than she normally spoke. “It’s a nice day too. The sun is out and it’s warm. Maybe…” She trailed off.

This was really beating around the bush, wasn’t it? Pushing off your emotions for later to deal with and ignoring them completely in the present. Stuffing them down over and over again. She brought the fork to her mouth with some egg, mimicking him. Normally she wouldn’t bother using utensils, but it was something she could adapt to in times like this.

“Hey.” She started to speak while chewing, only to pause until her mouth was clear again. “I didn’t have much else I wanted to do today. After you come back from your Clan Meeting, do you want to have sex again?”

Ikomiki took another fork full of egg and put it in her mouth, watching casually for his reaction. She wasn’t trying to get a rise out of him, it was just a moment of her bluntness coming forth.

Oh god. Please, not the koi fish in the pound. Those too had been a gift and they'd been extremely expensive... not to mention Akihiro actually liked them. He quickly found out they could actually be trained to come and eat out of his hand with enough dedication and practice. How did he have time to train these fish while living the busy life of a Clan Leader? Well he abused the Shadow Clone technique very much like any other ninja did, or would do if they were smart. Sometimes he'd send clones to do the actual work while he took days off to groom his little koi fish. Little koi which had become full fledged adults in only a few shorts years, some reaching sizes almost as large as the length of Akihiro's arm. They could be scary but in the end they were sweet creatures and the Sparrow pitied whichever would be unlucky enough to cross Ikomiki's path. He let out a short sigh. "Try to avoid killing the fish in the pond. They're not used to predators and would make for a very poor hunt." He could swear some of the gentle giants would just jump out of the water and suffocate if asked nicely enough.

He took another bite and his eyes shifted towards Ikomiki's when she said 'Hey'. He expected her to have a question about the house or what other activities she could do during the day so the young adult assumed it would be okay to keep shewing and he even dared swallowing. Which was why he coughed so hard when she asked her question directly. Covering his mouth his his arm Akihiro placed a hand on the kitchen counter to regain composure before grabbing a pack of milk and drinking from it to force the food down. He looked at her again, tears in his eyes from the experience.

"Iko, I-cough cough" he had to take a moment. Took two deep breathes and then looked at her again. "Yeah, let's." He stated bluntly. It wasn't like he didn't want to, Akihiro's hormones were working perfectly fine. It was just the way she said it, so direct and blunt. He couldn't help but wonder whether they were now in a relationship or simply just using each other for sex. Did Ikomiki even understand the implications of a relationship? Probably not, not in a human sense anyway. Akihiro couldn't quite put his finger on it but something about it bothered him.

Akihiro started choking. How strange. Of course, Ikomiki didn’t make the connection between what she had said and the sudden inability for Akihiro to breath. The emotions regarding last night were a bit of a nervous subject for her too, but right now she would just peer over at him. Staring with steady eyes, she would watch every motion without blinking. What she was curious about here was his answer, his reaction, but this wasn’t really what she had expected at all and thus it was just passed off as random happenstance that he would accidentally lose his composure. Must have sent some food down the wrong hole. Happens all the time.

When he was finally finished with that little moment of his and was able to get out an answer, the girl before him would smile. It was an innocent little moment of happiness, reassured. Ikomiki had been a little nervous, honestly. She didn’t really know if… Well. Last night they had been lost in passion and lust. The morning after was completely different. Nothing felt real, like it was a dream or something. It didn’t help that the subject wasn’t one that she had ever thought about before. While she was a healthy adult with hormones like anyone else, thoughts of looking for a mate never occurred to her. There was never time, always other things to do, and the small problem of her being of a completely different species. Humans had always been an ‘other’ even as she lived among them and adjusted to their culture.

Now that she was thinking about it … What were her requirements? What sort of things did she want to see in the eventual father of her children? It was a strange, sort of abstract question. Obviously someone strong, but beyond that… She just stared at Akihiro as she thought, the gears turning inside her mind slowly.

The fact that he had said yes though filler her with the assurance that hadn’t been there before. A bit of pride too. There was a tinge of confident smugness to her smile, obviously pleased with herself. Of course he wanted to have sex with her- She was pretty amazing, after all. The best of the best. These were thoughts that she had never had before, not giving a single shit about her physical attractiveness before this exact moment, but now that she was under the eyes of Akihiro it was something to worry about.

“Good. I shouldn’t have worried that you’d say no. That was silly of me.” With that same confidence on her face, she would blankly expose her previous unmentioned insecurities as if they were nothing now. Her chest was puffed out again, in that same prideful way. “That’s what lovers do, right? That and--” She froze mid sentence, the expression being wiped off her face. It was a dual revelation, and both of them occurred at once. Slowly she would look down, staring at her own stomach with an intense gaze.

Sex… Sex was for the purpose of reproduction. It was baby making. Impregnation. Insemination. Fertilization. They had sex last night and he had finished inside her. She just recalled that right now. Did that mean… Oh.

“Oh.” She said. This was rather troubling. “Does this mean I’m going to get pregnant?”

Akihiro raised an eyebrow at her commentç Why would he have said no? Then of course it hit him. Just like th Sparrow, Ikomiki herself also held her insecurities. Sure she wasn't entirely human, but she was partially human at least and even with the slightest shred of humanity came insecurities. The fact that she was capable of feeling emotions meant she likely cared about what others thought of her...or did it not? Maybe Akihiro only? He wasn't sure. These were just more questions about Ikomiki, more things he wasn't absolutely certain worked the way he thought they did.

"Why would I say no? I like you, in fact I love you. We established that, right? Your questions just..well, it surprised me is all, I suppose I'm still getting used to us. But that doesn't mean I don't like us." He assured her, unsure of whether or not this would be enough to put her to rest. "Well that's not all lovers do, but-" Akihiro interrupted himself when he noticed her staring at her stomach with tremendous intensity.

"Damn, was the food that bad?" was his immediate thought, followed by hope that she still remembered where the bathroom was. But then he made the connection between what they had just been talking about and the memories he still had from last night. Oh. OH.

"I don't know." He'd say. Admittedly this had been his own mistake but in the heat of the moment he hadn't really been thinking about all of its possible consequences. A stupid mistake he knew, but a mistake nonetheless. Still he tried to think clearly. Having a child with Ikomiki right now wouldn't be the end of the world, in fact it could very well be a blessing. He hadn't exactly considered having children yet, nor did he have that in his plans for the near future but it wasn't like Akihiro couldn't afford to raise a child. He was actually quite comfortable in financial terms and some within the clan might even cheer at the idea of Akihiro's bloodline passing on to a new generation. Of course, a lot of them would also be extremely displeased by the Clan Leader having a child out of marriage so that would be a pain in the ass to deal with. Still, he loved Ikomiki. If he had to make it work her would.

Plus there was another issue to consider. Akihiro's bloodline was the Sharingan, and Ikomiki's bloodline was the Rinnegan. Plus they were both incredibly talented when it came to Shinobi Arts. Just...just what sort of monster could the offspring of such two people become? It was strange to think of his own child as a "monster" but Akihiro dreaded to face such a shinobi in battle. Unconsciously he put on a smug smile... somehow he had a feeling convincing elders wouldn't be a problem.

"Well, there should be a specific time frame when it's supposed to be easier for you to get pregnant... do you know, if you're currently within that timeframe?"

Love. Words. Saying ‘I love you’... It was a thing that made her heart flutter and her mind feel fuzzy. It was the strangest thing. Earlier, in those moments where she was still enraptured with Akihiro’s sleeping face, even the mere memory of him saying those words was something she had to consciously redirect her mind from. Just the memory of it did odd things to her. Hearing him say it again now, reaffirming it so casually like it was a simple fact of the world, as easy as saying the sky was blue or that grass was green… It made her feel a certain way. Odd thoughts clouded her head. Odd desires filtered into her mind. It was a powerful sort of intoxication, the kind that wasn’t born from food or drink but instead the words of others. Even if she had always desired affection and praise from him, this was of a different sort entirely.

But still. She had always believed that words meant little… People could say things. She knew how humans were. Always saying things. Flapping their lips around like there was nothing better to do. Filling the air with words and talking so much but saying so little. It was one of the first things she learned about them. She thought these things about humans, but at the same time… She trusted Akihiro implicitly. Maybe in her mind Akihiro wasn’t really a human, but instead the ‘same’ as her. Even if she knew that wasn’t the case, she couldn’t bear to think of him as being so different. The idea that he wasn’t telling the truth was never a possibility that she would even consider considering. It was just… It was just… She couldn’t describe it. She didn’t know. It was a complicated mix of feelings that weren’t easy to materialize into thoughts. Mostly she just wanted to stop feeling so drunk when these things happened. Maybe it would just take a while for them to get used to, like he said.

“Oh… That’s right. I’m not in heat, so I guess the chance is low.” Maybe he was talking about ovulation, but Ikomiki operated on a much more cat-like cycle than humans. She hid herself away and avoided as much contact with others for a few certain days out of each month, something which Akihiro surely would have noticed to some extent during their travels together, but it was for a very different experience than what human women dealt with. Of course, she had never really mentioned it or exposed it to him before, lest she died of embarrassment, but after what happened last night that seemed like less of a concern.

Honestly, that she was doing this when she wasn’t in heat at all was a pretty weird thing. That was the only time when she got wildly and unrelentlessly horny. It was a biological need. What she had said just now, requesting sex, wasn’t really out of any sort of lust. Then why did she ask for it? Well…

“Do you want to have a child with me?”

Another blunt, bold faced question. Even though she asked it while still looking down at her own stomach, those eyes of hers would rise up back to Akihiro’s, a sort of passive neutrality on her face that made it clear she didn’t think what she was saying was all that odd. Also, with so many serious questions and inner thoughts going on, you may have forgotten that Ikomiki was still as naked as the day she was born, so I thought I’d remind you. It was pretty terrible, tits out and everything. She never even made an attempt to cover herself. What a weirdo.

Akihiro couldn't help but feel a wave of relief washing ocer him. While having a child wouldn't be the end of the world,it certainly meant a whole new world of responsibilities and troubles to deal with. Sure he knew there would be joy attached to that, but he also knew he wouldn't just be able t take his journeys whenever he wanted. Perhaps the lying Thunder God technique could circumvent some of that, but even so... For all the good his brain brought him, he still didn't feel ready to educate a child of his own. Truthfully he wondered if any father ever did. When did the day come in these men's lives that they felt really prepared to raise a child? Perhaps never. Luckily for him tho Ikomiki wasn't in heat which meant the chances of her getting pregnant were extremely low. This in turn meant they could put this whole child business behind their backs an-Oh. Another question.

The Uchiha was lucky he hadn't been eating this time, otherwise a while new choke might have occurred. Either way he was neither sure of what to answer or even of what to think. This request... what was the reason behind it? Or worse had this been the reason behind her request earlier? The thought was troublesome. Akihiro didn't want her to want to have sex merely for procreation. Even if she didn't understand exactly why, he'd hoped she'd have realized the purpose of intercourse beyond spawning new kittens into the world. But apparently not? It felt kind of bad really, his self consciousness yelling at him that perhaps he hadn't made enough of a good job at demonstrating this particular point. It couldn't be helped, he needed to ask.

"Hold up. Iko. Is that..." it felt really weird asking this question. Honestly he felt he was in the middle of a teenage school drama. "Is that the reason why you want to have sex with me?" It couldn't be the *only* reason, could it? Because if so, why would she have looked so troubled earlier when a child was on a table?

He'd wait for her reply.

"Listen, I do. Eventually. One day. But... having children with you wasn't why I did what I did last night. I wasn't thinking about impregnating you, I was thinking about...well, about having you. About the act itself, not its possible consequences." This was so strange. But he supposed it couldn't be avoided. Bluntly spoken he'd been filled with lust and desire to above all fuck and then cuddle with her, not impregnate her. Of course he mannered his speech in order to not put things in these terms. He wasn't sure why tho, as he didn't think Ikomiki would be offended by bluntness. And still..perhaps Akihiro dealt with humans too much. "Is...that not how it works for you?" There was an edge of curiosity and even fear in his question. For some reason that was beyond him, whether she actually liked and lusted for him or simply sought to get pregnant was an important question with an even more important answer for his inexperienced person-hood.

Answering a question with another question was one of those especially frustrating human things. She couldn’t help but be a bit dumbfounded by it, frustrated at how it wasn’t straight forward. Even if the situation was complicated, she couldn’t help but be selfish like this right now. This new dynamic had changed a lot of things between them, but one of the more subtle things was the mental separation between the two of them now when she thought of this. So many emotions and insecurities, worries that resolved around her own part in what this was becoming that she hadn’t considered Akihiro would have worries of his own. In part this was likely born from how much she idolized him throughout the years. Akihiro was perfect, Akihiro knew all the answers, Akihiro always taught her all the things she didn’t know - So she would never consider how her asking these questions might feel from his point of view.

An empty silence filled the air. He was waiting for her to respond, but she hadn’t come prepared with one. Her thoughts and desires, all these questions, were being decided and figured out slowly and often only milliseconds before she actually said them aloud. And then there were the things she didn’t want to say to him.

“I don’t know.” She would reluctantly end up admitting. Truthfully, her desire to have sex wasn’t from being aroused. At least that could be ruled out. Why had she asked it then? Well…

“... That’s what… That’s what’s supposed to happen, isn’t it?” Wasn’t that what he wanted? Wasn’t that why he started what he had last night? “Why else would people have sex? I thought that was what you wanted.” It was a strange thing to think about, especially as she had been operating on instinct. The things she said and did in the moment, she didn’t know exactly why she had said or done them other than they felt like the right thing to do. Having to reverse engineer her actions and assign a reason to them was difficult.

The real reason? It was dancing around in her mind, being something she didn’t want to admit. She didn’t want him to leave. While their relationship had always been close, going from zero to one-hundred in terms of passion and suddenly becoming lovers made her… Well. She wanted something that would let her sink her claws into her and make sure he didn’t go away. If that was sex or a child, that was fine. But realizing that this was why she had asked, or that these were some of those odd feelings swirling around inside her stomach was beyond her ability at the moment.

There was also the obvious fact that she didn’t seem to comprehend the purpose of sex if not for reproduction. The look of confusion on her face from Akihiro’s answer that followed wasn’t something that she tried to hide. It was hard to tell from that answer whether she should be disappointed or not.

“I don’t know how it works for me. I only know about sex from watching animals do it.” She stated after a small pause. It was a statement, but she didn’t really know the purpose behind it. Things were getting too muddled here, and she was becoming lost. “And from last night, I guess. But, I just don’t really understand what you mean.”

"For fun, Iko." He stated bluntly. "Lovers also have sex for fun. Because it's enjoyable...or well, at least it's supposed to be." It seemed plainly obvious to him why people had sex. Sure sometimes they would go at it to have kids as well, but smart people planned that. Otherwise, people had it...for fun, right? he had never given much thought to this as it seemed obvious to him that sex was, simply put, an enjoyable activity. never for a moment had he considered she might not have thought of intercourse that way. Then again now that he thought about it, it made sense. Animals didn't exactly have the rational ability to prevent unplanned offsprings, so for animals sex was a reproductive tool only. A way to push their species past the danger of extinction...and he also assumed for many animals sex wasn't exactly fun. Thus it was normal that a girl who had only learned about it from watching animals do it would consider reproduction to be the main purpose of intercourse. Still, Akihiro sincerely hoped she could see the fun part in it as well, at least now.

Regardless he wasn't looking to scare her or put any more pressure on her shoulders than she already had from living in a world dominated by humans. If she wasn't enjoying their relationship in the long run then yes this would become a problem, but for now it wasn't really that big of a deal. Neither of them were really that experienced at it. Akihiro assumed they'd find a way to get past these issues together, as couples were supposed to do.

"I hope you enjoyed last night. As for the rest, don't worry about it." He shrugged. What else was he going to do? The pleasure as purpose intercourse wasn't really something he could explain to her, or make her see with words. It was just something she'd need to find out and hopefully they'd get a lot of time to practice it. He took the final bite out of the remains of his scrambled eggs.

"Is a child something you want?" Since they now seemed to be asking all the tough questions, he might as well put this out there. In a normal situation Akihiro likely wouldn't have asked this question so soon, especially in the morning after their first night together like that. But normal was off the table now. In fact, Ikomiki was the new normal and he'd make an effort to adapt.

For fun? Well, it was fun. The bluntness and how plainly he stated it made it a bit easier for her, and definitely prevented any sort of misunderstanding. All communication should ideally be like this in her mind, but at the same time that last part that he tacked on at the end and the way he said it made it seem as though she had insulted him in her confusion. Perhaps. It was hard to tell. Still, it was… Spending time with him was fun no matter the activity. Although, that intimacy and closeness did make her feel a nice, warm sort of way… It seemed that she had radically misinterpreted Akihiro’s intentions though, letting her mind wander towards what she assumed was the natural path. Too much thinking. She had spent more time thinking this morning and last night than she could ever recall doing in the past. It had made her self-conscious, sensitive, and put her on this wobbly path where she was constantly unsure of what she was doing or what sort of future she wanted.


A strange claustrophobia struck at her all of the sudden, in her chest. Sorting out her emotions like this with a heart to heart was proving to be a messy situation, and maybe a mistake. She would have to remember not to overthink things in the future. Or think at all, if she could help it. It just wasn’t something that she was suited for.

She had ironically taken a long time to respond, waiting in silence as Akihiro finished his eggs. Coming to the conclusion that she was thinking too much had taken a lot of thinking to accomplish.

“It was fun.” Her eyes flickered back and forth now, looking at different parts of the room idly. “But, I don’t want to answer about the child. I’ve spent too much time thinking already. If I keep on doing it then I’ll keep on acting weird and getting strange thoughts.” Likely a dumbfounding answer, that she would just verbally state that she was refusing to think about it. Very selfish as well, but it might have been necessary. Her usual confidence had been shot to some extent, now that this new dynamic of their relationship had been added to the mix.

None of that was said while looking at him. Her eyes would dance across the room. Now back to the empty plate of eggs in front of her. “When do you have to leave for the Clan Meeting?” She had the feeling that the answer was soon, but asking didn’t hurt.

“If you have some time before having to leave, is it okay if I touch you?”

He wasn't sure if it was the lack of salt or something else he had done to these eggs but there was an awkward flavor to them and it had only become more awkward the more he ate. Now that they were finally gone and the awkwardness remained tho, he couldn't help but wonder if it hadn't been the eggs causing this environment after all. Perhaps they were both overthinking it. Akihiro was a little more comfortable with overthinking things because that's what he already did naturally, but he overthought things which he could naturally comprehend, and Ikomiki was beyond that to an extent. He could finally understand the dread of people who thought far too much about things beyond their full comprehension and in that he felt a little bit closer to Ikomiki.

"Sure, you don't have to answer if you don't want to." he stated, in yet another attempt at taking pressure off her. He hadn't considered asking her difficult questions could do more harm than good, given how easily she shot off her own questions. That being said tho Akihiro always kept his gaze on Ikomiki whenever he spoke to her. There was a beauty to her, not just in body but in gestures. Like poetry in motion, her actions felt as reading the words of a lost but excited child spoken in many different languages telling him about the world she knew. She didn't need to open her mouth even, the way her eyes sought every corner of the house but him, and the way she was completely absent minded of her own nudity...it all told a tale of innocence lost to the human world.

"But of course, come here." He replied to her question with a soft request, extending his hand towards her and pulling her close if she decided to take it. Despite all the complicated issues of the human world there was still pleasure to be hand in the simplest of things. Perhaps it was difficult to explain Ikomiki many things, but the touch of someone who cares for you conveys a message that even the most primitive of animals can understand. He'd put his arm around her and hug her tight for a moment. "Like this?" He wasn't asking whether she liked this or not, he was asking about whether she meant a touch like this one. "You're a good kitty Iko. Don't be scared by my silly questions." He'd pat her head and kiss her temple.

The way her tail curled up straight, those big ears of hers tilting slightly in Akihiro’s direction as he made her response… It was clear she was paying attention to him even if she wasn’t looking at him just by the way those cat ears were angled like satellite dishes right in his direction. She had been sitting with a certain stiffness this entire time. Straight up, with a strangely good posture for someone as animalistic as her. It wasn’t something that was natural to associate together, and so her sitting so properly in this chair at the table was somewhat of an odd sight, although subtle compared to all the other oddities she immersed herself in.

She would stand near immediately after he accepted her request, maybe exposing a bit of how eager she had been even with that currently stoic face. His hand would be taken, palm pressing against his and fingers wrapping around his as they came close together. She wouldn’t be shy now, and with that invitation she would come into his chair with him. Sliding in so that she sat on his lap, her legs straddling around his waist and chest laying against his, she would wrap into him with a huge that was maybe a bit closer than Akihiro had been expecting. The little pat to her head and kiss to her temple would provoke a small, satisfied smile on the girl. Her eyes would close with that emotion, but even still she would move to press a slight peck to one of his cheeks. It filled her with a certain sort of warmth when he patted her head and kissed her like that, so much that she so greedily and now more often demanded that sort of attention from him. But that was hardly fair, right? In her mind, it only made sense that he would enjoy the same thing. Especially after what he said about having sex for fun.

“You’re warm. I like it when we do this sort of stuff too… For fun.” A slight humming sound would come from her lips. And in an almost comical maneuver, she would have to pull one of her arms away from the hug reluctantly. In this position of straddling him so closely, she would reach up and pat the taller man on the head just as he had done to her.

Heaving her this close to him made him realize these boxers were a lot tighter than he'd initially understood them to be. Or perhaps the famous morning ritual of the male's reproductive organ just hadn't had time to happen given the circumstances of his awakening and it was now making up for lost time. Regardless of that, he'd put his own arms around her. She too was warm and it felt nice to have her right next to him like this. If anything it made him regret not having made a move sooner, but perhaps it was for the best. they had had time to forge their bond as friends before lovers, and that could be a very good thing. Had he made the move earlier perhaps both of them would have had certain expectations from each other which they wouldn't be able to meet. But knowing each other so well meant they could manage their expectations and hopes for the future much better.

Having her sitting on his lap like that meant her head was now slightly above his, giving him a rather pleasant field of vision from up close. As she hugged him he found himself resting his cheek on her chest, closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy the care and love she was offering him. Soon enough however the two would break their hug apart a little so she could give him a pat in the head.Akihiro chuckled a little and immediately put on his best impression of Ikomiki's smug face. The only thing missing really would be a tail flicking around behind him, or even some cat ears he could lower in order to get the perfect angle between his head's surface and her hand.

"Yesss, head pats. I'm starting to understand why their importance now. In fact, I'm realizing many things this morning!" Last of which was the fact that he had a raging boner at the moment, which distorted the Uchiha symbol on his boxers. This would've been embarrassing but they were past that point by now. He'd look her in the eyes and smile, a dumb smile really. It just made him so happy to be with her like that, it was hard to put into words. It wasn't simply lust that made his heart beat faster. Lust wasn't responsible for such a stupid, dumb looking smile on his face. "I kind of don't want to go out now."

As innocent as Ikomiki was, that bump coming from the shorts that she had commented on earlier wasn’t something she failed to notice. It was right where the Uchiha Clan symbol was positioned, which would have made it hilarious if he was standing straight up and she had been able to see it for herself. If he had walked out of his room like this, right after she had destroyed that urn, Ikomiki probably wouldn’t have been able to help but reach out and poke at it a bit just for her own amusement. But right now her eyes were captivated with his. Looking at each other like this they would soon share that same dumb smile. It was contagious, really. She had been right when she suspected that words and thinking were making things too confusing. If she could just touch him like this everything felt like it made sense.

“Good.” That smugness came out again as he mentioned that the secret to headpats was revealed to him. “Perfect. Now that you finally understand I can be even more greedy with asking you for them.” Really, she would be more greedy in general from now on. Perhaps this newfound confidence would bite Akihiro in the ass when Ikomiki’s heat actually did come around, since there was a solid chance at this point that she might just… Well, he would find out when the time came.

“Don’t go.” Without much hesitation she would adopt the position of the devil on Akihiro’s shoulder, whispering sweet temptations to him to forget about his responsibilities. “Stay here with me. I don’t want you to leave. They probably don't really need you at the clan meeting, anyway. It can't be that important.” She shifted her hips. That bulge of his that distorted those shorts would be purposely rubbed against. “We could ‘have fun’ today… right now, instead.”

"Hummmm" Akihiro pondered for a little bit. He could probably afford to get delayed for some time, but he wouldn't get away with simply not showing up to face his responsibilities as the leader of the Uchiha. There were not many things as scary as having an entire clan of deathly googly eyed people displeased with you. Not that he was particularly worried and things had never even gotten close to reaching a point of violence but....you never know when some middle aged man will call for a meeting to try to claim the clan for himself, or worse bring all his fellow middle aged friends and try to murder you while you're sleeping. This was a strange world, and a myriad of strange things and events could happen.

Akihiro would thus tighten his grip around Ikomiki a little bit, just to make sure no one would come to take her away. "I don't think I can get away with ditching the kid I'm supposed to teach in the ways of the Sharingan." He sounded disappointed. "But. I don't think they''ll mind if I run a little late, you know?" And with that phrase he reached with his head forward and up a bit to plant a kiss on Ikomiki's lips. His hands began running over her back slowly as they kissed, until he brought one of them to her chest and held her breast, lightly squeezing it. Not that he was complaining but there wasn't much else he could do right now, she was on top which meant she had the lead in this situation and for the first time Akihiro found himself being led by Ikomiki and not the other way around. Unsure of what he was getting himself into but confident he'd enjoy the experience regardless, Akihiro breathed in deeply taking in her scent. For some reason Ikomiki's scent was extremely arousing, and it wasn't that it smelled good or bad, it just brought back memories every time he noticed it. His hand trailed off her breast touched a lock of her long silver hair. Playing with it Akihiro realized that because her hair had been wet before he hadn't quite noticed how beautiful it looked from up close.

She made an exaggerated pout in response to his refusal, her tongue tucking into her cheek. A small bite at her lips together with a gentle batting of her eyelashes... It was tempting to continue to try and convince Akihiro to stay, but that tightening at her waist would prevent any further mischief from the cat girl. For now, at least. Luckily he would at least indulge her in her desires right now, pressing his lips up to hers. Kissing was a mysterious thing, entirely human, but she found herself more and more enraptured with it. The moisture, the taste — Without prompting in the moment her lips would come open, and hungry with desire she would mimic all those motions from the night before. The feeling of pressing against his front teeth and that subtle taste of his saliva came into her mouth, perhaps pressing too hard against his face in her enthusiasm. It was an innocent game of exploration, all the while his hands charted their course around her body.

“I’m not letting you get off the hook so easily...” Her breath came out in a breathy whisper, in segmented short moments between when she returned to his lips. She had misjudged just how long she could keep to his face without breathing, and it left her now with the slightest gasps laced beneath her voice. It almost made her a little frustrated, even if she understood. But that frustration was maybe what pushed her to be aggressive like this in this moment.

That she would have to peel away from his lips was only done reluctantly, even if it was necessary. Her attention was needed elsewhere. Brought up from his back, one hand of hers would pull slightly at his head, tilting it to one side. Which would leave him open to her attack, and quickly she would lunge for that now exposed stretch of creamy skin across his neck.

“If you’re going, I want everyone to know… I want you to smell like me. No one else is allowed to have you...” Possessiveness. The insecurities from earlier had been wiped from her mind as she insisted on not thinking about them, but deep down they still remained. She wanted something physical to prove their relationship now, with how new it was, just to make it feel more real. If that wasn’t going to be a child, then his neck would unfortunately have to take the brunt of it. Lips would latch on close beside his throat, soft and plump and pressed tight to the skin. Almost undoubtedly he would be tickled by it at first, but like a vampire she would work at the flesh. Suckling, kissing — Her teeth would press close for a moment, almost seeming like she intended to give him a love bite in the more literal sense, but fortunately for him she didn’t seem intent on literally leaving bite marks on him. Not yet, at least.

The slight bruise-like mark that she left behind would be one of several that she would create on him that morning, her work being replicated once she had finished the first. Ikomiki was moving with a purpose, after all.

The way she worked his skin was both arousing and worrying at the same time. Yes he was enjoying her actions even he had been worried about actually getting bitten at first, but despite her inexperience Ikomiki as quickly learning how to get Akihiro's engines and wheels into motion. Every kiss, nibble or any other time her lips latched onto the skin of his neck akihiro could feel shivers running down his spine, something awakening within him. These feelings brought him back memories of that past night which he held so dear and he couldn't help but wonder if he'd soon have a dear morning, noon and afternoon too. His brain was capable of storing many memories, not just pictures but every little detail from the way she felt when ther skin brushed on her to the way she tasted.

He didn't mind smelling like her, Akihiro thought she smelled quite nicely. But the marks could be a problem. With the red light district present in the village it was easy to gain a reputation for...well, let's say for spending too much time in there. The average joe ninja of adult age didn't really suffer any consequences should they decide to choose that, but Akihiro as a Clan Leader answered to other people and the reputation of the man who held such a position matter a lot to these people. Still, he let her keep at it. He could always have Ikomiki be the one to explain the elders exactly why Akihiro now held these marks... a curious thought in the sense that it was both hilarious and terrifying at the same time.

The fact that he was being "assaulted" so to speak left him little space for maneuver. As much as he wanted to free his himself from the bonds of the single piece of clothing he was wearing, that proved impossible. It was getting a bit uncomfortable, but her kisses more than made up for it.

"No one else can have me, and I want no one else anyway." He assured her, his voice also a bit unstable varying between whispers and regular speech. Eventually he finally got both hands on her breasts and began playing with them, this time slightly more aggressively motivated by her actions.

"And should I make you smell like me?" He'd ask as soon as he finally managed to get a moment in between her planting of kisses. He'd wait for a reply for a moment but while she did he'd kiss her left breast with a passion. Taking in her nipple into his mouth and using tongue motions to attempt to arouse her further, he would begin suckling her breast. Knowing it was a particularly sensitive area he didn't go so far as to replicate her marking process, but that didn't mean he couldn't have some fun.

Those hands on her chest… The flesh was sensitive there, in a way she had never come to appreciate until last night. Collections of nerves throughout that culminated in those little, now stiff nipples that shot little waves through her chest as he brushed against them with his hands. The skin of his hands was so rough in comparison, as was characteristic of a man who made his living in the shinobi business. The soft, untouched skin of her now exposed chest was of no comparison, and as he became more aggressive she would become putty in his hands. Her breasts had never been really something she had thought about in the past. They just seemed to get in the way and inconvenience her at times. But now, as she awoke sexually and began to see both her own body and his in a different light they became another source of pride. While they were reasonably large, they weren’t nearly as big as some of the women she had seen before in this village who seemed to have them as large as their head if not larger. She couldn’t help but pity women who were like that.

“After what happened last night and sleeping in your bed, you think I don’t already smell like you?” She huffed. The fact that he didn’t notice that made her want to pout a bit. After all, that was why she had refused to wear his clothing. The idea of being covered in his scent like that would have made her head spin. Although, now that was a much more desirable idea.

But beyond just groping, Akihiro would surprise her once again. His lips being pressed like that to her chest caught her off guard, another sexual act that she was blindsided with. Honestly, she should have known. There seemed to be a pattern developing with sexual acts that involved pressing your lips to your partners genitals, one which made her a bit curious but that sort of thinking could come later. That wet, slimy muscle lapping at her as he suckled provoked a slight, low moan from the girl though. Instinctually her arms would wrap around his head, and she would comb through hand play with his hair as he took to his chest.

“You’re just like a baby…” She bit her lower lip. The slight shifting in her hips would start up again, although this time not from a purposeful desire to tease him and instead her own growing arousal. Their genitals were only separated by a thin piece of cloth, after all, and so every little shiver or twitch of her hips was something he would be able to clearly feel. Plus, the fact that those shorts of him were quickly becoming rather moist.