Night Ambush! (for Raiye-san)

Yatori hummed to herself as she showered. Today had been a busy day short of a match. The hot water helped soothe her muscles. The steam surrounding her caused the normally transparent glass door of the shower stall to whiten, hiding her nude form until one drew the sliding door open.

The door to her huge bath room was unlocked, just another of her ways to tease Damian next door, who surely saw everything through hidden cameras. And besides, she didn't expect trouble of any sort tonight.

Zasashi had everything planned to infiltrate Yatori's apartment and attack her, the only thing she hadn't expect was Yatori being in the shower. She wore as little clothing as possible, her usual black top and black baggy pants, which made the least sound, she tried to bypass the camera's one by one. Once she was close to the room Yatori was in, she'd slowly start to sneak into it, due to the light she was much easier discovered but she stuck close to the wall to hopefully make sure Yatori could not see her. She'd slowly close the door so no one could hear them, or so she would hope.

She'd glare over to the shower stall Yatori was in, carefully sneaking with a rainbow figure like motion to the sde of the sliding door and closed her eyes completely so she could strengthen her hearing, calmly waiting for Yatori to exit the shower stall, listening to the water raining down on the floor aswell as Yatori's body, trying to hide the faint blush on her cheeks.

Yatori didn't hear a thing over the sounds of falling water and her own humming. Or even over just her own humming, as she turned off the shower right before pulling the sliding door open, her towel hanging within reach, right beside a blushing girl in a black top and pants.

Zasashi would get hit by Yatori's full naked charm at point blank range, a charm amplified by her current wet state and a total lack of shame.

"Ara?" began the Mafiosi, who was puzzled to see a girl inside her bathroom but not quite alarmed yet because she knew Damian was right next door and wouldn't let her come to harm. "Who are you?"

In the rarest occasions would Zasashi be startled from something and right now, it was Yatori's body. The kunoichi took almost a minute to stay there motionlessly, then suddenly narrowing her eyes as she tried to quickly move passed Yatori and behind her to slip her arms around the girl's neck and head and pull her into a sleeperhold, though if she was able to do so her own chest and body would be pressed against Yatori's wet back, which would make the kunoichi blush a little darker since she would feel the heat of the girl's body aswell as taking in the scent of Yatori's hair.

Yatori patiently waited for the stupefied Zasashi's reply. (It never occurred to her that she -specifically her nudity- was the reason Zasashi had been frozen in place.) The girl didn't run, so she wasn't a burglar. And someone who meant her ill will would have attacked her.

Immediately, that is, as Zasashi suddenly slipped past her to put her in a sleeper hold.

"Hey! Why are you attacking me?" Yatori struggled to slip out of Zasashi's grip. She would be aided by the coat of shower water she still wore on her skin, moisture that would soak quickly into the whole front of Zasashi's top to wet Zasashi's breasts.

Once the Mafiosi got her throat free, she would judo throw Zasashi onto the floor before her.

Zasashi was not able to keep Yatori for long, her focus became weak due to the sudden wet spots pressing against her breasts, which made the kunoichi shivver, it was enough for Yatori to break free and throw her down onto her back, gasping out as she cursed out softly out of foolishness, quickly trying to jerk her hand free and roll away from Yatori so she could stand back up.

The same water coat that allowed Yatori to escape Zasashi's stranglehold now betrayed its 'wearer'. Yatori lost her grip on her opponent, who was quick to get back on her feet out of the Mafiosi's range.

Letting out a quick curse in Italian, Yatori assumed a grappling stance, her feet wide apart for better footing, a position that slightly opened her dripping sex in full view of Zasashi.

"Okay," she grunted, "So you want to wrestle me? Fine. You should have called ahead. I would have made things much easier for you. Lay out the futon. Set refreshments."

She was stalling for time. "So who are you?" Yatori asked.

" I lost the element of surprise.. "

Zasashi started to step back slowly, the view she was getting from Yatori's front and sex didn't help her focus at all, so she had to escape and attack another time, specially for someone her profession, she had to run before she was found out, looking over her shoulder at the door and slowly starting to step backwards, not answering Yatori.

Yatori suddenly grinned. She dropped her arms to place her hands upon her hips. Now Zasashi could get the best view possible of her pear-shaped breasts and clean-shaven pussy, a view that seemed to unnerve the girl if Yatori's guess was right.

"Like the view?" She sidled forward, threatening the girl with her naked body, until she called out: "Damian-kun! Close the door! I've got this!"

Nothing happened for a heartbeat. She wondered if he was there.

He was. A big hand shot into the doorway. It yanked close the bathroom door by the knob. There was a rattling sound.

Zasashi would blush even darker to no end and quickly turned to escape but it was too late, the door was suddenly closed and heard something, as if it was being locked, running to the door and quickly tried to open it, even using as much force she hard to try to viciously open it but it was no use, the kunoichi could not escape even if she tried, cursing in Japanese that she let this happen and quickly tried to turn to Yatori to face her once more.