A quiet breeze swept through the sleeping village.
The lights across Konoha had dimmed one by one. Without realizing it, the night had grown deep.
Oboro had only just returned from his mission. This time, he didn't leap across rooftops. Instead, he walked alone down the empty, quiet streets.
His Root mask had been stored away. Dressed in a gray flak uniform with a short blade strapped to his back, he looked every bit the efficient shinobi.
After walking for a while, he paused, gazing up at the stars above.
The night sky glittered with distant starlight, brilliant, but unfamiliar.
A fleeting trace of melancholy crossed his face, quickly hidden beneath his usual calm.
Most of the houses lining the street were dark. Only one window on the second floor of a building ahead still glowed with warm light.
Oboro closed his eyes as the cool wind brushed against his face.
Suddenly, something soft and scented drifted through the air and landed gently across his face.
It smelled faintly of laundry detergent…
He opened his eyes and removed the object.
Pink and white cotton fabric.
From the lit window above, a figure leaned out, clearly flustered.
Oboro glanced between the intimate garment in his hand and the familiar silhouette now poking out from the second-floor window.
His expression turned… odd.
"W-Wait!" the figure called out in panic.
A red silhouette vaulted from the window, landing with practiced grace.
It was Yuhi Kurenai, dressed in a thin crimson nightgown. One strap had slipped off her shoulder, her pale legs exposed, slippers barely staying on.
She reeked faintly of alcohol and something softer, undeniably feminine.
"P-please give that back…" she said, flustered and embarrassed, clearly struggling to keep her composure.
She hastily tugged the fallen strap back up.
"…Sorry," she mumbled, face flushed from drink and shame.
Oboro handed the item back wordlessly. Her hands trembled as she took it, her cheeks burning red as she nearly buried her face in her chest to hide.
That's when the boy in front of her spoke.
"Next time you're doing that, try closing your window."
Doing what?!
Kurenai froze.
Then, as realization dawned on her, her head snapped up.
"What did you just say?!"
"Nothing." Oboro replied calmly and stepped past her.
Kurenai reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Say that again," she hissed, teeth clenched.
Oboro looked at her sideways, eyes cool and unreadable. "Isn't it obvious?"
"I…" Kurenai took a deep breath, trying to steady the haze in her head and the fury bubbling beneath her skin.
"I was alone up there!"
"You don't have to explain it to me."
Oboro tried to shake her off, but her grip was surprisingly strong.
This damned kid…
Kurenai cursed inwardly. Being misunderstood in such a way made her blood boil. But this brat wouldn't even give her the chance to explain.
Why am I even trying to explain myself to him?
But what if he goes around spreading rumors…
Her already-drunken mind was losing control of her emotions.
"Come up with me. Now," she demanded.
"I'd rather not interrupt your 'fun,'" Oboro replied, trying to shake her off again, only to find she still wouldn't let go.
Kurenai clenched her jaw and grabbed his other arm too.
"No. You're coming up. Whether you like it or not."
What the hell is this woman thinking…
The two stood awkwardly in the middle of the street, Kurenai gripping his arm tightly, bodies nearly pressed together.
To a passerby, they might've looked like a couple mid-argument.
A cold wind blew, making Kurenai, dressed in nothing but her flimsy nightgown, shiver uncontrollably.
"…Fine. Let go. I'll come up."
But she didn't.
If she let go, he might bolt, and then her reputation would be ruined.
They entered through the front door and walked up to her room.
Kurenai reached the door first and gave it a push.
Locked.
"Damn…" She slapped her own forehead.
"I locked it from the inside…"
She had jumped out the window without taking her key.
"You're not going anywhere. Wait here," she warned him, turning to glare.
Oboro found it hard not to laugh.
He hadn't really thought she had someone else in the room. That comment earlier had just been a jab, remembering her later involvement with Asuma.
The moment she'd insisted he come up and prove it, he already believed her.
"What? Going to tell whoever's in there to escape while you've got me here?" he said casually.
"You, !" Kurenai's temper flared. She looked like she was about to slap him, or worse.
CLANG!
Suddenly, she yanked the short blade from his back and stabbed it directly into the wooden door.
Then yanked again, once, twice, the blade embedded too deep to budge.
She huffed heavily, drew back, and began hacking at the door with unrestrained force until she'd carved out a hole big enough to reach in and unlock it.
"Inside. Now."
She threw the blade down and glared at him.
Oboro didn't flinch. He stepped inside.
The room was far larger than his own. Neatly decorated. A faint floral scent lingered in the air.
A bookshelf filled with scrolls and novels stood tall beside the doorway.
The bedding on the pale yellow sheets was messy, she had clearly been lying down moments earlier. The window still hung open with a rack of drying clothes by it. That undergarment must've fallen from there.
On the table sat a small sake bottle and a half-empty cup.
She drinks at night…?
Kurenai leaned against the doorframe, catching her breath.
She stared at Oboro's back.
What am I doing…
Now that her mind was slightly clearer, she covered her face.
Damn it. Shouldn't have gone out after drinking…
"Can I leave now?" Oboro's voice snapped her back.
A fresh wave of anger surged through her.
Was he just playing with me?
He turned to face her, expression calm, but to her, it felt condescending.
Those dead-calm eyes made her feel like a fool. Like everything she'd just done was some ridiculous farce.
How can someone this handsome be so… infuriating?!
Despite herself, her eyes traced his form again.
The fitted uniform suited his lean, athletic frame. His black hair was naturally tousled, and his sharp features weren't soft, they were cold, with a touch of danger.
What a waste of a pretty face.
As he turned to leave,
"About tonight…" she suddenly said, voice low.
"…Nothing happened tonight," she continued, tone hardening.
"You understand?"
Oboro halted, casting her a sidelong glance.
The red nightgown hung loosely. After all her rough movements, the strap had slipped again, revealing a large swath of pale skin.
Compared to Anko, Kurenai's body was undeniably more alluring, her every curve exuding femininity.
"You threatening me now?" he asked coldly.
She didn't answer, but she held that damn bra tightly in one hand.
"Swear you won't tell anyone," she whispered.
The room fell into silence.
Her words hung heavy.
"Why should I?" Oboro asked.
SWISH!
Kurenai lashed out.
But Oboro was faster. He caught her wrist mid-swing with perfect control.
It hurts…
Her right hand was pinned. His grip was stronger than she expected, her skin went white under his fingers.
"Let go!"
"You threw the first punch," Oboro said flatly. "And you're the one who dragged me up here. That's on you."
Kurenai turned her head, refusing to meet his gaze, but her lips trembled slightly from the pressure.
"What do you want?!" she demanded, eyes locking with his.
They were so close now, their chests nearly touching.
From her crimson irises, he could see nothing but pure, unfiltered fury.
Oboro gave a cold smirk. Still gripping her wrist, he lifted her arm higher.
Kurenai was forced onto her toes, pressed up against his chest.
"You, !"
"Genjutsu master?" he sneered.
SLAM!
With a sudden motion, he shoved her against the wall, pinning her with one arm high above her head.
The position was humiliating. Her toes barely touched the ground. She tried to fight back with her free hand, but it was useless.
Her eyes widened in panic.
"What… what are you trying to do?"
"Let me go!"
Oboro glared down at her.
"Is the alcohol out of your system now?"
Kurenai gasped for breath, realizing struggling was pointless. She forced herself to calm down.
Then, the moment she thought to speak,
His hand grabbed her chin roughly.
Her vision filled with his face.
[Reward condition met]
[You have received: Genjutsu Mastery (All Types)]
Oboro finally released her.
Kurenai slumped to the ground, clutching her throbbing wrist.
Her hair was a mess. Her lips were swollen, and a smear of blood stained one corner.
She glared at him, eyes burning with hatred.
"You're going to prison for this!" she growled.
Oboro licked the blood from his own lip. His mouth had split too.
"For this?"
He bent down, picked up the short blade, and turned to leave.
Just before walking out,
"Think you can get me arrested?"
[Name: Yuhi Kurenai]
[Gender: Female]
[Age: 21]
[Affection: 40]
[Relationship: Enemy]
[Capture Difficulty: A]
[First Kiss Reward: Genjutsu Mastery (Acquired)]
[Full Capture Reward: Genjutsu Countermastery]
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