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Rock Lee, ko!
The humid summer air breathed a heavy sigh over the sleeping Konoha, restless critters more unseen than the shinobi guarding the village chirped away begging the approaching dawn to never come.
“Okay, everything is set.”
Amidst this tranquil night, a passion had festered, counting down the seconds as she made her preparations. Sakura had been preparing for this night all month, eagerness besting reason as the prospects were too great to ignore.
Girls with a fascination for the red strings of fate inevitably turned to something more than reality. Trading in stories of impossible love bearing fruit and all the little tricks to turn the butterflies in their stomach into the magic that let them to find their special someone. A couple of loose lips from some older kunoichi helped her come across an old love spell, something better than jutsu that guaranteed success in finding love.
“66 wishes on wood tablets…placed in the middle of a ring of stream polished stones…under a new moon… Check, check, check. It’s perfect!” But Sakura wasn’t the only one who heard about it, and Ino wasn’t about to risk lagging behind with her rival also in the know. With such a small window of opportunity, if either of them had neglected in their devotion, then they were basically handing Sasuke over to the other, something that burned them even more than their love.
With everything set, the two girls searched the night sky for the faint outline of the moon one more time before casting a match into their makeshift pyre of embarrassing poetry to their broody beloved. The fire crackled briefly before all the billowing smoke blew straight into their faces, spiraling toward the large shadow in the sky.
Sakura and Ino clasped their hands together, the loud clap which they thought was an echo was actually their rival attempting the same spell. The two focused whatever they could think of to the moon: passion, focus, chakra, hopes, dreams, but whatever they were sending out was always colored by this one thought, separate it could not compete with their love, but together and it became the main ingredient:
“I can’t let Sakura win.”
“I won’t let Ino have him.”
The smoke crackled and as they finished the spell, the center of the new moon shined a little pink star. There it was. Everything they ever wanted twinkling above their heads.
“Yes, it actually works!” The girls’ cheers were immediately stifled as the little star was spooked by its two creators, fleeing deeper into the village.
“Wha… where are you going?”
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Rock Lee was early to rise this morning as he was every morning, doing his prerequisite hundred pushups, hundred squats, and hundred crunches the moment he opened his eyes as a warmup before getting dressed for his pre-morning run as a warmup for his morning workout. That he even bothered to sleep was only because his sensei had spent considerably too much time convincing him it was good for his training. Lee put on his jumpsuit, strapped on his training weights, and bolted out the door.
His first challenge of the day was a simple yet impossible one: racing the dawn light across the village to the top of the hill. His success a mixed bag that more accurately evaluated how early he had woken up rather than any training but that thought never occurred to him, the sun itself was just another training partner with its own ambitions.
The boy focused on the pumping of his legs as buildings and landmarks started to blur in his periphery. He was making good time but, then suddenly he could sense the reddish hues licking at his heels. “I see. You couldn’t wait to train, too. But I’m not done yet!” Lee thought, focusing more power into his legs, stamping a trail of footprints to push him farther faster and maybe leaving his opponent to trip on the subsequent holes.
At his speed, he nearly flew off the incline as he reached the summit, the efforts of his daily core routine being the only thing keeping him from tripping. “I… I made it?” He panted. “Yes! I made it! My training’s paying off.” He thought, turning around to get a look at his opponent. However, the sun wasn’t out, but the pink star that had followed after him, slammed directly into his face, perturbed it had to give chase for so long.
“Gyah!” His death rattle echoed, bending up and down in pitch, startling early birds and strays from their otherwise peaceful morning.
The scream did little to stifle Sakura and Ino’s star chasing, so transfixed by their prize as they were. What concerned them more was that the star had went in that direction, a terrible sign for sure.
The kunoichi sprinted as fast as they could, cresting the hill only for their faces to sour when they saw each other. “I-Ino? What are you doing here?”
“T-that’s my line! What are you doing here?”
“What does it matter to you, Ino Pig? What I do with my time is my business.”
“Oh, don’t try that with me, Billboard Brow. I’m not letting you steal my shooting star.”
“Your shooting star? That’s MY shooting star, you little tramp!” Like every time before, the two girls quickly devolved into the protracted verbal lashings that had come to define most of their childhood. So focused was their anger that they didn’t even notice the unconscious ninja at their feet until he began to stir awake once again.
“Mnugh… w-wha…” Lee mumbled.
“Be quiet!” The two girls shot at him on instinct alone, content to continue arguing pointlessly.
“Y-y-y-yes, ma’am!” Rock Lee shot himself awake, quickly moving to standing before tripping over himself and falling back on his ass. “Ugh, ow…”
That caught the girls off guard for once, not Rock Lee but rather his voice. It sounded higher than it was supposed to be, brassy from all the yelling but something that resonated more easily with the girls present.
“Lee, is that you?”
“S-Sakura, what are you doing here?” He responded, finally noticing his own voice. “What the…”
Looking down, he could finally see what they were seeing, and feel the light brushing of hair around his chin.
His hair had grown down to his shoulders. Rather than grow normally, his bowl cut obstinately remained in place and instead a soft bouquet of hair seemed to bloom from its ends more than doubling its original volume. His jumpsuit looked the same but that only meant it must have shrunk a little to help show off the tiny pair of breasts that were poking out of his diminished figure. “Wha-wha-wha… what’s happened to me?” He finally managed to stutter out like a yipping puppy. “Is this some sort of g-genjutsu?” His question was soon answered by the poking and prodding of his figure and the cute little grunts that came afterward. He was so shocked however, that he failed to notice the killing intent standing over him.
Whack
“So you’re the one who took it!”
“Yeah. This is your fault!”
A swift strike landed square on his head as the two girls grappled the distracted shinobi, their ire redirected to the newly clueless kunoichi. The frantic pulling on his jumpsuit pinched and chafed the new soft spots on his body.
“Ow, ow, ow. I’m sorry…what did I do?”
“You know what you did.” Sakura hissed.
“I really don’t. Did I do something wrong?”
“You didn’t do… anything.” The blonde growled.
“What?” Lee looked at the two girls with more confusion than his body, watching their angry faces abruptly change into happy flattery.
“Yeah, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Sakura concurred with Ino in the first time in forever. The two girls, despite their claims otherwise, were very much in sync. Both having reached an epiphany at nearly the same time. Sure, their plan had failed but in a way that serendipitously their main competition couldn’t capitalize on either. And Rock Lee, who ended up with the spell, was basically a rival non grata. Too unpopular as a boy for people to notice, too focused on his training to take initiative, and too naïve to point fingers. The girls simply smiled as they helped dust off the dirt from his jumpsuit. “Sorry my finger slipped.”
“A bit more than a finger hit me…” Lee rubbed his head.
“Hm?” Sakura cocked her head, that smile looking more menacing than any fight he’d ever seen her in.
“Nothing.” Rock Lee turned his head, trying his best to forget the exchange as he simply thought, ‘Girls are scary.’ “But do you two know what happened? Why am I a girl?”
“You mean you didn’t do this?”
He shook his head, still trying to get used to the softer hair tickling his cheeks. “I don’t have any jutsu to use as a disguise.”
“Maybe it’s like an evolution of your taijutsu or something?” Ino played dumb a couple degrees farther than was necessary. That was a bit too absurd to be taken…
“I’d never heard of that… is it possible?” Seriously? “Maybe Guy-sensei would know something then.”
Sakura doubled down, “For sure. If anyone were to know anything, it’d be him.”
“You’re right!” The girls had successfully fanned the flames, reigniting the fire in his eyes, blinding him to the obvious. “Ah shoot! I was going to meet him to train this morning. I’ve gotta run.”
“I’m sure he’ll understand if you explain what happened. Just let us know if you need any help.”
“Thanks Sakura. I’ll see you later.” The new girl ran off, the two of them waving goodbye with painted-on smiles until he turned the corner.
“If anyone asks, deny everything.”
“No duh, Billboard Brow.”
“Ino Pig.”
“Billboard Br…”
Lee was too preoccupied with other things to hear them as he ran away, one being the time. The sun had quickly caught up with him while he was unconscious, past the point of beckoning the early birds awake, the shops were already open and some of the shoppers had come out to scope some of the fresh produce. Even when he already knew he was late, a part of his mind still compelled him to stop and check out the stalls.
Grocery shopping had never been a concern, he always ate the same high protein meals every single day. But for a moment, that wasn’t the case. At a glance of each food, recipes swirled around in his head faster than he could run, with memories of him practicing them to perfection fresh in his mind. Practice was normal, it was what he expected, so he didn’t really think to question how he would have suddenly had the time to learn to cook in between all the training he already does. He was too busy trying to pick out the perfectly shaped apple.
“Oh, Lee-chan. It’s been a while.” The older store clerk commented.
“It has? And uh… ‘chan’?”
The old lady smiled bagging his groceries. “Yes. It’s so nice when a cute young lady like you pays me a visit.”
“There’s some mistake, I’m not…” He began before the tickling around his face started to inch down his back. That black hair of his stretched further, pulled straight down, its size and volume would have been considerable for most, but the ninja had already grown too used to his weighted clothing for it to slow him now. Lee had been asleep during the initial volley of changes, but this sudden shift felt very real and impossible to ignore. “Sorry, I’ve got to go. Thank you.”
His long hair swished back and forth like a metronome, always close but not close enough to swiping at his rump as he pumped his legs forward. “The changes aren’t done? I’ve gotta get to Guy-sensei. He should know how to fix this.”
His worry continued to grow but it didn’t stop him from taking care of his groceries, just managing to avoid hitting Kiba with the heavy bag. “Woah! Leeko, what’s the rush?” The faint scent of fruit hit the boy’s nose first before his eyes could scan the girl passing him.
“S-sorry Kiba. I’m in a hurry.”
“Alright, I guess. If something’s up, just let me know.”
“Thanks. Hey, maybe later if you’re free, you can teach me doggy style?”
“…What?” Akamaru pawed at his master’s stunned face as he was trying to process what she meant by that, too late to ask for clarification as Lee was already way out of sight.
‘I’ve always wanted to get a good look at the Inuzuka fighting style.’ Lee thought innocently as he dashed to where he and his sensei typically trained.
“Guy-sensei!”
The taijutsu specialist stood stoically in the middle of the field. “You’re late, Lee. That’s very unlike you.”
Immediately, his body stiffened to attention, giving a salute to his master. “Right! I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“Words are meaningless without action. And since you were so kind to bring some extra weights, how about you give me 100 squats and 100 bunny hops to start and if you drop those bags even an inch, then start over.
“Yes, Guy-sensei!” Within moments, the high-tension duo was back in training mode. The young shinobi quickly losing the plot in the heat of the moment of his master’s radiance. Lee followed Guy’s orders to the letter, pumping his legs to the rhythm of her youthful spirit.
Some things never changed but Lee’s body didn’t get the memo. His already most powerful asset demanded a more decisive upgrade: as a man, he had starved his legs of relief thanks to his leg weights, and so his scrawny legs had become like long pistons, granting them a precision in their strikes. However, with each pump, a more natural weight was added to them instead, granting them more tensile strength, more power. Soft tissue carefully netted around firm muscle in his rear and lactic acid fizzled in his thighs, swelling in the exercise until they were a baker’s delight. Her ‘cake’ leaving a firm impression on her jumpsuit that only the amazing Might Guy had the fortitude to ignore.
The task was easy, too easy now, enough so that his pupil could not ignore it. ‘Gosh. I sure hope sensei has a way to fix this.’ He blushed as he finished his set.
“What’s wrong, Lee? Don’t tell me you’re already winded by that little warm up?” Guy chuckled.
“No. I’m fine. Well, I’m not fine. I have this problem.” Lee was not the best with his words even when he was a bubbling with a sense of control, but today he was confused and even the clearest explanations failed to make sense to him.
“Is that so? What’s happened?”
The former boy began to unconsciously fidget as he thought of what to say, “You’ve no doubt noticed that I’m different today. So, you probably know what I’m going to ask.”
The Jonin nodded sagely, he didn’t really know what Leeko was talking about, but if his pupil needed advice, he was going to support her no matter what. “You can tell me anything. Might Guy has weathered the storm countless times. Just hit me with your best shot.”
Lee sighed with relief, still maintaining his slightly shy posture. “Thank you, sensei. You’re the best.” Guy’s smile gleamed gallantly. “You see, this morning… I became a woman.” And then that smile turned into a stark mask to hide the panic behind his eyes. “I feel so lost right now. My body keeps changing. I’m starting to feel all tingly and ah!... I think my chest keeps getting bigger…” He yelped, looking timidly down as the burning in his core was starting to surge upward, pinching at his nipples with an electric sort of force that coursed through his body. “Sensei, is this normal?”
Now the teacher was the one at a loss for words. But she was looking to him so earnestly, how could he not respond? “cough cough Yes, of course, Lee. This is perfectly normal. Everyone goes through these sorts of changes at some point. It’s just a sign you’re growing up.”
“Even you, sensei?”
“Well, mine was a bit different…” He started before looking at the wistful in Leeko’s watery eyes. “But in a way you could say it was the same.”
“I knew it. Then how did you do it?”
“It?”
“Yes, please tell me so I can try it as well!” Lee’s heart began to swell, clutching his hands together as his chest pressed against them.
“N-now, Lee, it’s fine to take it at your own pace. There is no need to rush…”
“No! I can’t wait, sensei! I don’t want to be a girl anymore!” Both master and pupil’s faces were beet red… for entirely different reasons. In spite of Guy’s confidence, he was not prepared to have “the talk” with his female student out of nowhere, while Lee was much more concerned with the stranglehold his jumpsuit was having on his growing tits.
However, Guy happened upon an epiphany. He was an adult, her teacher, and she was looking for answers. His embarrassment was nothing compared to her youthful spirit flying in the dark. He needed to man up and tell her the truth. “Alright. I’ll tell you. But don’t whisper this to a soul. You understand?”
Lee nodded dutifully, ‘This must be some secret taijutsu.’
The man sighed, “Very well. So, when a man and woman…” And so, the master of physical combat began a long, in-depth explanation of the most intimate of physical prowess, detailing sensations, techniques, and positions that perhaps were better kept away from the innocent maiden. Nevertheless, his star student was as calm as ever taking in his lesson, so perhaps he was doing something right.
The fresh kunoichi engraved everything his teacher said into his very soul. His life, in manner of speaking, depended on it after all. There was no time to question it, no matter how embarrassing it was. Did he squirm in his seat because of how snug his clothes now fit him, or was he embarrassed thinking about when they would inevitably be gone? Did he start to tie his hair into a braid to get it into something more comfortable or was it to practice a certain motion with his wrist and a twisting of his fingers? Regardless of whatever was the cause the sudden warmness in his chest, the outcome remained the same, having grown quite full and perky in the time of their conversation.
‘I see. I’d been focusing on strikes, but I hadn’t really been thinking about grappling.’ Lee’s mind continued to wander to fighting, trying to deduce some hidden meaning from this talk where there was none.
Guy looked satisfied watching Lee, her face a mix of studious satisfaction and ease. “So, Lee, was that what you were looking for?”
“I think so. No, I know so! Thank you, Guy-sensei. I think I finally understand!” Guy nodded thoughtfully as she stood up. “I need to find some men to roll around with ASAP!” ‘If I’m a woman, I need to beat a man to change back.’
The Jonin nearly choked on his tongue, “N-no, Lee. This isn’t something you should be doing so flippantly!”
“Don’t worry, sensei. I’ll really put my back into it!”
“No, no!” Finally, he was starting to get a bit stern. “What I mean is you shouldn’t do it with just anyone! The person you choose is just as important as the act itself.”
“I see. The guy must be special…” Lee scrunched up his button nose in deeper thought than he had ever afforded, his blocky eyebrows rounded into smaller ovals that complimented his rounder face.
“Yes… you have to be sure he is the one…”
“Hm… alright. I understand.”
Guy sighed, exasperated at his ordeal. “That’s good to hear. Just be careful.” He mumbled as she ran off.
‘He has to be the one, huh. What does that mean?’ He pondered before catching his reflection in the window. He’d tried to ignore how curvy he had gotten but his jumpsuit made that a difficult task. Before it was tight where it needed to be and loose where it didn’t. But now with that new hourglass shape of his, it was just tight, his assets molding the shape until it was skin tight. Fashion, even the functional kind, had been lost to him but for once he really wished he had some new clothes.
As if on cue, a loud rip gurgled from his suit. The pant legs immediately tore away while his sleeves inverted to come together as a much-needed sports bra. The revealed flesh, in particular the thighs, having long been shielded from the elements, looked soft and fresh as an angel’s, an inviting honey pot of comfort that possessed all the divine fury to send one to heaven. What remained of the jumpsuit was more than the sum of its parts: tight green short shorts that still pinched at her legs but still offered the fresh breeze and freedom of movement necessary. The turtleneck on the sleeveless top looked almost like a collar with the dangling pendant hanging near the top. Lee’s ankle weights fused into his sandals, becoming a metal shine that was as much a fashion statement as it was a deadly weapon. Moreso than the leg warmers at least, which shrunk into tiny little string bracelets that hung uselessly around her ankles.
‘I know I wanted something different but if I had to choose, I would have liked to be a guy again.’ He thought while he began to check himself out, gracefully lifting up his leg back for a cute pose this way and that. Even rich in complaints, the lady doth not protest about her appearance.
“H-hey Leeko. Looking good.” Kiba came walking by nervously trying to act casual. “Has your time opened up now?”
Lee blinked a couple times, looking the boy up and down. ‘Is he the one? Guy-sensei didn’t really explain that part all too well…’
“Actually, there is something really important I need to do, but maybe you can help me out?”
“Sure, I can handle anything!” If he had a tail, it would have been wagging up a storm.
“That’s great to hear.”
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Meanwhile, Ino and Sakura had continued to argue throughout the day, the continually shifting topics of debate inevitably devolving into name-calling and accusations.
“Ugh, there’s no reasoning with you! I’m leaving.”
“Nuh uh, you’re just trying to find an excuse to find Sasuke, aren’t you?”
“Well, I’m the one on his team, so nyeh!” Sakura childishly stuck out her tongue until she saw the boy in question zip by in the corner of her eye. “Oh, would you look who it is. I’d better go meet MY teammate.”
“Oh no, you don’t. Come back here!”
The girls, like always, trailed behind him, following his shadow as their crush was too quick to catch up to. But what they would find when they finally caught up nearly knocked the wind out of them.
A boisterous cheer came from the girl standing amongst the other guys around her. “Everyone! I’m looking for someone who can give me a serious pounding. Fight me!”
“L-Lee! What’s going on?”
“Ah, Sakura! Ino!” The girl waved to them as she ran over. “You were right! Guy-sensei knew exactly what was going on once I explained it.”
“H-he did?” Ino flinched.
“Yeah! So, I asked the boys here to help me out. I need to find the perfect man for a little one-on-one and I thought what better way to do that than with a fight.” Leeko clapped her hands ecstatically as she announced that little tidbit. The boys all side-eyed each other on instinct before Naruto took the first swing.
In a flash, a flurry of fists and jutsu kicked up behind the girls. “I get the first shot with her!”
“A screw up like you doesn’t stand a chance!” Naruto and Sasuke couldn’t help but take a swing at each other first.
Leeko turned around and looked at the brawl like the girls did the starry sky last night. “Oh wow! Everyone’s really going at it. Don’t leave me out!”
“Wait, wait, wait! Lee…chan. This isn’t making any sense. You’re not making any sense.”
“Yeah, and Choji, Shikamaru! What are you two doing here? You won’t do anything for me, but you’ll start random fights for her?” Ino stomped her foot, distracted by this slight by her teammates.
Leeko looked at Sakura a bit confused, her youthful energy the same, merely filtered by her new form. “What do you mean ‘a perfect man?’”
The kunoichi leaned in close, “The special technique Guy-sensei told me about only works if I do it naked with the right guy. It’s a little embarrassing when I say it but it’s the only way.” She blushed as she explained it as best, she could.
The girl from Team 7 went pale, “I think there has been a mistake. I don’t think that’s going to work.” ‘I hope that’s not how it works.’
“No, it’s going to work. It has to.”
“No, that won’t work… unless its with someone you love.” Sakura followed her gaze as she turned back to the carnage. Her worst fears confirmed as she found they went straight to the brooding Uchiha. Why wouldn’t she? Sasuke’s the coolest! “You don’t have someone you love, do you?”
“I don’t know. But if it’s a hurdle, I’ll conquer it with my spirit.” Leeko clenched her fists as Sasuke caught his breath after knocking out the last of the competition.
“Sasuke Uchiha. I’ve been waiting for when we’d face-off. I can’t wait for you to make me scream.”
Sakura and Ino pouted when a smirk crossed his face, their deepest wish having turned into some fresh hell that burned their faces red with jealousy.
Sasuke was tired but put up a good fight, getting in and out of grapples to prolong his time with the girl. Leeko herself was giving it her all but along the way found herself noticing other things about her opponent than just the fight: his eyes, a Uchiha staple, traced her body with uncanny precision. He never fell for the same move twice, but she could tell he savored the contact… and so did she. An opponent like him came once in a lifetime, and she was all he could think about. Leeko couldn’t get him out of his mind and suddenly, all that “advice” Guy-sensei gave came rolling back in with new meaning, making her blush.
Sasuke saw his chance and reached for her but Leeko on instinct threw him between her thighs, catching him. The two had worked up a sweat but she had won.
“Alright, alright. Break it up, you two!” Sakura demanded, trying to insinuate herself as some sort of referee.
“Yeah, you already hit the 10-count five seconds ago.” Ino added grumpily.
“I-I see. Thank you. But I must say, I’m eager for another round. Maybe we can switch positions next time. I’d like to test a few things.” Leeko bounced up, offering Sasuke a hand.
“I’d like that.”
“Ugh, don’t flirt while we are right here!” Ino snipped.
“What? I wasn’t flirting.” Leeko tried to defend.
“No, you were.”
“That was flirting.”
“You definitely were.” Sasuke chuckled.
“…Oh.” Leeko blushed.
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Years passed, and after a saga of extraordinary events transpired and an unheard-of peace arrived, three women were having a delightful conversation in a café.
“This is Harumi with her little scroll collection. She’s such a shy one. She takes after her father a little too much in that regard.” Leeko chuckled spreading out her own collection of photos. “Oh, and this is Ichiko, the little rascal has been running up trees as soon as she figured out how to stand.”
“They’re adorable. And is this Touya?” Sakura asked, looking at the photo of the newly swaddled baby.
“Yes, he’s with his papa today. I beat him in a bout the other night, so now he’s sulking at home.”
“Guess we know how you shed that water weight so fast.” Ino sighed a little enviously.
“Of course. I’ve gotta be able to keep up with the kids, and Sasuke can be super needy sometimes.”
“I think you got those two mixed up.” Sakura corrected.
“No. When Mr. Broodypants comes rolling around, Mama needs to swoop in and whip that man into shape. We had a long talk about spanking that he…”
“Alright. Enough bedroom talk.” Sakura sighed, the two covering their faces in shame.
“Bedroom? With all my training, I need something stronger than that.” She giggled, her face aglow with memories.
Leeko had continued to grow, but as one would normally expect of a woman maturing into her best self. In an age of peace and an everlasting bond with her beloved Sasuke, she had learned the ways of fashion from her best friends Sakura and Ino. The two could never be rivals to her romantic endeavors, battle prowess, or her figure after all.
She blossomed into a woman as distinguished as the lady Hokage, her curvaceous figure wrapped in a specially made emerald, green China dress: a large opening in its chest to let the girls breathe and for easy access should she need to feed her youngest and long slits in its sides to help her legs roam free and her hips breach the crowds. It bore a stylized turtle pattern in honor of her master that demarked half the dress, while much closer to her center was the mark of Uchiha. Sharp red eyeliner touched up her soft eyes and a redder lipstick had been carefully dabbed on her lip for her most recent re-debut.
“I’m impressed you can keep it up after three. I’ve only had one and there was a time I didn’t think I would bounce back from that.” The blonde rubbed her belly.
“You just got it give it your all when your pregnant, Ino! Training doesn’t end with a bun in the oven! You just need the right recipe. If you want, I have a special drink that really puts that Springtime fire in your belly!” Leeko nearly vaulting over the table as she flashed that vigorous smile of hers.
“Me and Sai are doing fine. Thank you.”
“You deserve more than fine, girls. There’s always something that could be better, right?” The passionate lady slammed her hands on the ground, the fire in her eyes surreptitiously ignored by her two colleagues who were busy getting an envious eyeful of the bountiful cleavage on display.
‘Something, huh?’
“A-anyway, we don’t really have any plans to have another kid at the moment.”
“Ah, but Inojin is so cute. I thought you’d at least be considering it too.”
“My boy’s the cutest! Wait, you’re already planning for another?”
“Just considering the possibilities. After all, we didn’t really plan anything.” She smirked knowingly. “We didn’t have one when we started dating. You didn’t have one when I turned into a girl. Why start now?”
Cough Cough “You knew?” Sakura choked on her boba.
“Not for a long time but you two were the only ones who remembered me as a boy, so it wasn’t really much to figure out.”
The two girls looked at each other. Years of growing up and letting go ending the fires of their animosity. “…Sorry.”
“What’s there to apologize for? My life is perfect, and it is thanks to you. I just wanted to get it out in the open is all.” She sighed, her tall, reinforced geta clopping on the stone as she stood. “I’ve been making wishes for you too. So, I hope the two of you can be as happy as I am.”
“From the look of my tits, I don’t think it’s been working.”
“Then I’ll wish for that next time!”
“Please don’t.” The girls giggled as their lives continued to unfold.
Leeko, Matron of the Uchiha, was a lovely woman of passion who no matter what happened or how long she lived never lost that youthful spirit.
THE END