Lonely at the Top
Tsunade was having trouble sleeping again. In all that she had experienced in her long career, as one of the Sannin and as Fifth Hokage of Konoha; from the horrors of war to the loss of friends, siblings, and lovers, troubled dreams would be expected. That was what was so puzzling about Tsunade’s insomnia: She was not troubled by Dan, or Jiraiya, Nawaki, or any other that she had known and lost. What stalked her dreams was more mysterious, yet all the more unsettling. Memories of these dreams vanished within moments of waking, but in those moments she gave a name to the thing in her dreams: she called her the Dark Lady.
In the daytime, there were only two things that troubled her. The lesser of her troubles was her sleepiness, manifesting as only a mild irritation that helped aggravate her greater trouble: boredom. The Fourth Ninja World War had been both great and terrible, but now that it was over, life as the head of one of the Shinobi Great Powers was now much more mundane. In Tsunade’s case, this meant a nigh-endless amount of paperwork.
“Ugh, seriously?” Tsunade exclaimed. After working for what had felt like hours, the 5th Hokage had finally cleared through a stack of papers that had been haphazardly scattered over her desk, only to discover a manila folder filled with… more paperwork. She gave the innards of the folder a disinterested glance before sealing the envelope and throwing it into the depths of her desk. She stood up, grabbed her jacket, and made a beeline for the door.
Tsunade-sama, where do you think you’re going? Tsunade’s hand lingered on the doorknob, but Shizune was not actually there. Shizune had been absent quite often recently, having taken on more responsibility towards training the next generation of medical ninja. There were some benefits to Shizune’s increased absence, of course, namely that Tsunade was often free to relapse into her old vices. On the other hand, Shizune had been at Tsunade’s side for a long time; her closest confidante for the last decade; and her absence left Tsunade feeling a certain discontent.
Then again, she knew just how to deal with discontent, didn’t she?
“Why are we doing this, boss? Shouldn’t we just be throwing her out on her ass?”
“You don’t get exactly how much money she lost. We could comp her for a frickin’ month and still come out ahead. Watch so her head don’t hit the wall,” the inn-keeper cautioned his subordinate.
“Yeah yeah,” the bellhop grunted. The two carefully negotiated their burden up a set of stairs. She continued to breathe gently, completely oblivious to her handling. “Damn,” the bellhop added, looking down at the Hokage’s sleeping figure as he helped carry her up the steps. From her mid-length blonde hair held back in two pigtails, her deceptively youthful face, to her prodigious bust with its cleavage exposed by her grey Gi and open jacket, she was far more attractive than the kind of blackout-drunk customers he was used to hauling around.
“Yeah,” the boss said sympathetically. “You’ve gotta figure she has the same luck with men as she does with cho-han. Ain’t often you get a woman like this in here without a man on her.”
The two employees reached the second floor, then the boss maneuvered himself carefully to slide open a shoji into the nearest room. “Easy now,” he cautioned as he backed into the room. The bellhop ignored him, dropping Tsunade’s legs, her sandals clunking as they hit the wooden floor. “Hey, hey!” the boss protested. “Be careful with her, damnit!” He glared at the bellhop, but the bellhop did not meet his gaze, instead looking past him, into the darkened room with an unbelieving expression on his face. The boss turned his head. The fact that he did not drop his burden was testament to his fortitude, although it was indeed the strangest thing he had ever seen.
“Who the hell are you?” he barked instead.
The source of the boss’ consternation and the bellhop’s shock took the form of a woman. She was a marked contrast to the workers’ burden, with a slimmer figure and long hair of a dark green. Her attire showed that she was no shinobi, or at least like to no shinobi that either man had ever seen or heard of: she wore a sailor fuku like a civilian high school student, though she seemed too mature for such an outfit, a full adult and not of school age. The fuku was mostly white with a black skirt, and she wore white gloves and white boots. Most prominent on her fuku was the black bow, tied at her chest and bound with a maroon brooch. She bore also a silver staff.
“My identity is not important,” the mysterious woman said. “Leave the woman and depart.”
The two men assessed her for a moment. Wisdom and greed clashed in the boss’ mind, and the latter emerged partly triumphant. “I don’t care what you’re gonna do to her, but you gotta pay for a night’s stay.”
The woman barely regarded him, instead letting off a burst of unseen power that communicated her response to the boss’ demand far more clearly than any words. “Yeah… let’s just leave her here…” the bellhop said slowly. The boss nodded curtly, and he carefully moved Tsunade a little further into the room, setting her on the floor and the two departed, sliding the shoji shut behind them.
Now alone with the shinobi, the mysterious lady knelt down over her sleeping form. Tsunade’s slept soundly, her drunken stupor ensuring that she did not dream. At least, she did not dream yet. The mysterious woman reached out with a gloved hand, holding it close over Tsunade’s forehead, and watched her.
Tsunade stirred, the effects of the alcohol dissipating rapidly, allowing her consciousness to emerge from the darkness. As her mind moved on the path to waking, she passed through the familiar domain of her dreams, the paths walked by the Dark Lady, but then a strange thing happened; she drew closer and closer to awakening, and yet the Dark Lady did not recede as she always did.
Thought continued to sharpen in her mind, and Tsunade rapidly became certain that she was no longer dreaming. She grew somewhat alarmed by that, seeing that the woman who had haunted her dreams was now, to some degree, a reality. Genjutsu? But who would know about the Dark Lady? Has someone been using her to infiltrate my subconscious? Whatever she actually was, the Dark Lady loomed over her, her face clouded in shadow.
Tsunade knew she should act quickly if she was indeed trapped in a Genjutsu and attempted to focus her chakra, to purge any foreign chakra in her system that might be enabling a Genjutsu. Her chakra network felt completely stable, however, stable and low-functioning as if she were still asleep. She then tried to move, and found she could not, the sluggishness of the alcohol still gripping her limbs.
With no other options, Tsunade tried the obvious. “Who are you? What are you doing to me?”
The Dark Lady ignored Tsunade’s questions, and instead waved her staff twice. The first wave lit the maroon brooch on her chest, illuminating her features and the room equally in a ruddy light, and the second wave saw Tsunade’s body lift off the ground, levitating into the air and floating over onto the bed, closer to her captor. Tsunade found it hard to assess the other woman, however. Her eyes were instead drawn to the black bow, and the illuminated charm in the middle. The red light was distracting.
“In the time between losing Nawaki and meeting Naruto, gambling and drinking were your drugs of choice.” The Dark Lady said.
“W-what are you…?” Tsunade began, but her captor cut her off.
“The thrill experienced in that split-second before the cho-han dealer lifted up his cup was a kind of hope, filling the hole left by a loss of more substantive hope or idealism for you. Sake served a more traditional purpose, dulling the sting of defeat and soothing the memory of your deeper hurts. In time, your twin vices had become comforting merely by virtue of their familiarity: they were what you did, who you were. You knew that you owed a lot to Shizune, because there were many who had utterly wasted their lives in the gambling dens, and your dutiful assistant had always kept you away from the brink.”
Part of Tsunade’s mind knew she should have been very disturbed by these revelations, by the depth of the Dark Lady’s knowledge, but her eyes strayed over her body, and the light emanating from her chest.
“Being Hokage gave you a new meaning in life, such that you have not needed an excess of sake or the expensive thrills of cho-han. Indeed, you have usually not even had the time for your old vices even if you had been predisposed to return to them. But now, with Shizune out of the way, it is an easy thing to fall right back into your familiar rut.”
“Just stop it!” Tsunade barked, suddenly finding her voice again as she snapped back to the reality of the situation. “What are you? A spy? A stalker? Out with it!”
Her captor seemed taken aback, but only for an instant before she smiled. “I do apologize. My name is Sailor Pluto. I come from another world, where I am charged to stand eternal vigil over the Gates of Time. But my endless guard is lonely…” she said, her voice softening. “So I came here,” she said, her voice returning again. “I have watched you for some time,” she said, somewhat patronizingly. “I have learned much of you, and have found in you a kindred spirit.”
“You think I’m a crazy stalker too?” Tsunade quipped.
Sailor Pluto’s smile this time was decidedly icy. “Believe what you will,” she said. “I know you. Your fears and your dreams,” she took a step forward, and Tsunade could now see deeper into the light. It was alive, somehow.
Get a grip! Tsunade berated herself. “Get to the point. You want something from me, right? Out with it.”
“What I want is unimportant,” Sailor Pluto said. “My concern is with what you want. You are alone now. Peace has made you redundant.” The red light seemed to pulse for a second, filling the room. Tsunade’s vision swam momentarily, overwhelmed by the light. “Those closest to you have perished.” When she could see again, Sailor Pluto now loomed over her, staring at the Hokage’s figure with a wistful look in her eyes. Tsunade felt her face redden, as if the alcohol was coming back full force. “Those who still live have moved on, passing on to a new world that no longer needs the warriors of the old era.”
A gloved hand reached out, brushing at the hem of Tsunade’s Gi. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” Pluto added with a sly smile. The redness redoubled in Tsunade’s face, matched with a rising heat in her body.
“No…” Tsunade moaned. The touch affected her more than it should have. “No,” she said again, mastering herself.
“Hmm?” Pluto hummed as she idly stroked just at the edge of Tsunade’s exposed cleavage.
“You’re wrong about me,” Tsunade said. Her voice was soft but resolute as she struggled to free her thoughts from the light. “It doesn’t matter that the ninja world is at peace. Just because my friends are busy living their own lives now doesn’t mean I’m alone. You don’t know me as well as you claim.”
“I’m not wrong,” Pluto insisted, though an undercurrent of doubt was present. “We are destined for one another.”
She really is insane, Tsunade thought. But I still can’t move. Is she really going to…? Further thought was cut off as Pluto laid her hands right upon Tsunade’s breasts, stroking gently, feeling their softness and resilience. Tsunade shivered at her touch. It really had been a long time for her, after all. A soft moan escaped her lips.
“That’s right,” Pluto whispered huskily. Her hands now worked more swiftly, prying open Tsunade’s Gi and exposing her breasts to the red light. “You are a beautiful, powerful, dedicated woman. You are for me.”
She really is insane, Tsunade thought, hearing the other woman’s lusty tones. Pluto continued to disrobe her, clearly appreciating every part of her body that was brought to light: supple skin maintained by the best of medical ninjutsu, curvy hips and thighs, huge, pristine breasts, and below, a glistening, blonde-maned womanhood.
As Pluto worked, the red light emanating from her brooch continued to pulse, tugging ever more compellingly at Tsunade’s attention. It seemed to magnify her lightheadedness, restoring the heady feeling of drunkenness and adding something more, something that she had not felt for a long time indeed.
“What are you doing to me?” Tsunade asked breathlessly. It was there, now. Definitely there. Tsunade was aroused, for the first time in a long time, and she was attracted to a woman. “I’m not… augh!” she gasped as Pluto pinched one of her nipples. “… To women… I mean…”
“Aren’t you?” Sailor Pluto replied coyly. She traced her fingers around Tsunade’s other nipple, which arrowed outward, visibly manifesting her arousal. “It rather seems like you are. Clearly you didn’t listen to me: you are for me.” Pluto took a step back from the bed, and the light grew overwhelming again. When the light had dimmed back to its source, Tsunade saw that Pluto was now naked, except for the black bow and the hypnotically glowing brooch. “And I am for you,”
Something stirred in Tsunade, seeing her captor like that. Her arousal grew, and the lethargy that had gripped her limbs seemed to flee. She could move again, but she did nothing more than stir weakly on the bed sheets. Her body was free, but her mind had been chained by the living, pulsing light, clapped in irons of lust unlike anything she had felt for decades. Her body ached now, ached for the woman who stood next to her. Tsunade moaned, and Sailor Pluto understood.
Sailor Pluto climbed gently, wordlessly onto the bed, and Tsunade shivered anew. She crawled atop Tsunade’s body as the other woman lay passive, feeling the warmth of her body heat and basking in a vaguely rising euphoria as the source of the red light drew closer. She could no longer see it directly, but the ambience continued to excite her.
Pluto’s face entered her vision, her lips descending before Tsunade shut her eyes, blocking out the light but not its wonderful warmth as the two women’s lips came together. Tsunade’s hands met behind Pluto’s back, binding her close, and then strayed downward to clasp at her ass. Pluto drew breath in a sharp hiss and squirmed up against the Hokage.
Sailor Pluto made love to the kunoichi desperately, knowing that this was her chance to fulfill her years-long obsession, to sate her loneliness and gain her heart’s desire. Through her searching tongue, her busy hands, and the hot-burning light from her brooch, she worked to convey her desperate feelings, not only the hot fires of her lust, unfulfilled for so many years, but also the lower, stronger embers of her passion, her deep desire for companionship.
Tsunade felt some of that heat. The hypnotic light of the brooch flowed through her even as her eyes were shut in the throes of lovemaking, both warming her body and binding her heart towards its inevitable conclusion. The warmth of her lover’s body spread all against her own, and a source of wet heat of a fiery potency to match her own. The heat she felt was more purely physical, for it had been a long time indeed since Dan, a long time since her body had felt this sort of fulfillment, whether from another woman or no.
It seemed as if Sailor Pluto was trying to make up for all of those barren years. Her roving mouth and tongue slid free from Tsunade’s lips, smearing their way over her chin and neck, down over her collarbone, and then on towards her soft chest, taking up the other woman’s huge mounds in her hands before addressing them with her face. Her tongue traced a slow path around Tsunade’s coffee-toned nipple, then licked and nipped lightly at the nipple itself. It was Tsunade’s turn to breathe sharply now, and then she began moaning freely, her desire boiling up and threatening to overflow.
With but a finger, Sailor Pluto sent her past the tipping point. One hand pulled free from Tsunade’s breast, swiftly stabbing into her pussy.
Augh! Tsunade howled, a cry that drew down into a grunt as Sailor Pluto bit down on her nipple. Pluto continued to work steadily at her target’s pussy, adding a second finger, and then a third, digging as deeply into the pussy as she dared and driving Tsunade mad with desire. Her arms and legs splayed as she clutched at the bed sheets, grinding her ass against the sheets.
Sailor Pluto’s head continued its steady journey downward, away from Tsunade’s soft, heaving mounds, slowly into and then away from, her navel, and down over her lower stomach. Pluto’s fingers pulled free, now glistening in the red light as she used her hands now to brace herself against her lover’s thighs.
At last her mouth met Tsunade’s pussy, her tongue finding its way deep inside Tsunade’s rippling, dripping cleft. Pluto indulged hedonistically, tasting the full flavor of the woman she had desired for so long, the one who would end her long loneliness, the first taste of a flavor she planned on indulging in for time indefinite.
Tsunade’s pleasure, which had been rolling and boiling over recklessly, now drew back in, focusing in the very core of her being, before finally bursting forth in a fierce orgasm, her first in a long time indeed. In the peak of her ecstasy, she opened her eyes, but shut them swiftly, as the glowing pink light now filled the room, sharp, blinding, and all consuming.
As Tsunade descended into the afterglow, she felt something different enter her, changing her; the dimming light, the completed spell. The light was failing slowly as Tsunade panted, and Sailor Pluto extricated herself. Her own lust was not sated, but that was not important: this was about Tsunade.
The afterglow was soothing, and Tsunade felt herself fall into slumber as the light at last faded into darkness. Sailor Pluto curled up to her and fell asleep as well, feeling above all the satisfaction of victory.
A ray of sunshine fell full upon Tsunade’s face, calling her back to the waking world. Her eyes opened slowly, and she saw a figure framed against the light streaming into the hotel room. Sailor Pluto was there, once again in her sailor fuku, clad as she had first met her.
“Good morning,” Sailor Pluto said softly, smiling at her.
“Mmm…” Tsunade sighed. “Morning.”
An awkward silence hung in the air for a moment as Tsunade observed the earnest, hopeful expression on Sailor Pluto’s face. Tsunade’s mind scrambled to make sense of the night before, of the lesbian sex and the warm, soothing red light. “So,” Sailor Pluto said, breaking the silence suddenly. “Are you ready?”
“Ready for what?” Tsunade asked. She removed the sheets from the bed and sat up, discovering that she was again fully clothed. She was confused for a moment, but then, with a sinking feeling in her stomach, came to an understanding.
“Ready to go with me,” Sailor Pluto said, breathlessly. “Come,” she said, taking up her staff. Energy gathered about it before Tsunade spoke.
“I’m not going to go with you.” Tsunade said firmly.
“You’re… not?” Pluto replied, disbelief in her voice.
“No. I told you last night that you were wrong about me. We’re not meant for each other.”
Sailor Pluto was stunned. “But… how…? I completed the spell! You love me now. You have to. Our destiny… the spell…” she seemed more panicked, and still more, rejecting Tsunade’s resistance.
“You keep going on about destiny, and I still have no idea what you mean,” Tsunade retorted. “Just because I might be a bit lonely doesn’t mean I’m crazy enough to abandon my duty and stalk and kidnap someone.”
“But you are no longer needed,” Pluto insisted. “Peace has made you redundant, trapped in a thankless, monotonous role. Trapped,” she repeated, as if to herself.
“So what if the ninja world’s at peace?” Tsunade said. “I might be a little lonely sometimes, but that’s great! If I don’t see my friends often because I don’t have to send them into danger anymore, that means I’ve done my job. I’m not trapped, even if you are.”
“I never said I was!” Pluto snapped back. “Surely you love me now. Only you in all the worlds could understand me! Hours, months, years, isolation, the heavy burden of responsibility…”
“I bore that burden!” Tsunade said sternly. “You apparently cannot.”
Sailor Pluto shivered, her eyes growing wide. She’s cracking, Tsunade thought. She was inclined to be satisfied by that, given what this woman had put her through, but her sense of vindication was quickly eroded.
“Gods,” Pluto murmured. “Oh Gods, what have I done? Misuse of my powers, dereliction of duty, attempted kidnapping, rape…” She sobbed, and then began to weep. “What have I become?”
Yes, it should have given Tsunade some satisfaction to see her cry, this maddened woman from another world who had stalked her, subjected her to some hypnosis, and raped her therein, but she was not satisfied. No, something instead stirred inside her, seeing her like that. It was pity, on the surface, but it moved her deeper inside. Tsunade felt a desire to hug her, to kiss her, to comfort her, a desire deep down inside. It was not quite the feeling of true love that she remembered, more a physical connection, a desire to comfort her and love her on a purely carnal level.
So her spell affected me after all, Tsunade thought. Lesbianism was wholly foreign to her own sexuality, but she definitely felt the spark of physical attraction towards this woman. Apparently she had resisted the full effects of whatever Sailor Pluto had intended, but she had not thrown off the effects altogether.
But though she did not love this regal, green-haired woman, now sobbing on the floor, her heart was stirred by pity, for she had spent a long time in a dark place, many years spent on drinking and gambling almost solely. She had not done what Pluto had done, but nor did it seem that their burdens were quite the same. Pluto was more of a guardian than a leader, isolated more literally by her position, and it was quite possible that this Pluto was not wholly human. Who knows how long she had lived like this, enduring her commitment? If Tsunade had suffered for her responsibilities in life, what had become of this woman before her?
“Go…” Pluto said after crying a while longer. “Go and leave me. I’ll trouble you no more.”
Tsunade bit her lip. What she was about to do was tantamount to rewarding Sailor Pluto for her transgressions, but at the same time, Tsunade was a doctor, and this woman needed someone now. She stood and went over to Sailor Pluto, placing an arm on her shoulder.
“W-what?” Pluto’s tear-stained eyes looked up at Tsunade.
“Come on,” Tsunade said kindly.
“Are you sure?” Pluto asked breathlessly, hope springing back into her heart.
“Yes,” Tsunade said. “Not forever, and not because of destiny or anything. You need help, and I’m not too busy to give it to you.”
“Besides,” she added, leaning in and kissing Sailor Pluto on the lips. “My life could do with a bit of pizzazz.”
Sailor Pluto smiled, stood, and waved her staff, opening a circular portal in the hotel room that led into blackness and the silence of the Gates of Time. Arm in arm, the two women left through the portal.
Tsunade had work to do, and it was going to be fun.