A/N: Hi! This story is a re-telling of the Naruto series in my own way. Instead of harsh battles, it's torturous and erotic tickling that defeats your opponent. The chapters will, in a way, have continuity. I'll be jumping through key points in the Naruto time-line( Genin Exam, Chunin Exam, Naruto vs Sasuke, etc.)Some chapters will reference others, while other chapters are alternate routes that could have happened during a situation. This first chapter is basically the genin exam, but done to fit the story. Now, there WILL be erotic tickling in some chapters. I'll let you know in the beginning through an A/N, and I'll tell you right before it starts. So if it's not something you don't wanna read, you won't have to.

I do not own Naruto, and I hope you enjoy.

Naruto: Tickle Ninja

Ch.1- Genin tickle test

It was graduation day at the Konoha ninja academy, and all the graduate potentials were nervous. Even those who acted confident were nervous. For you see, the genin exam wasn't a test of "practical skill", but of endurance. The ninja world had evolved from bloody assassinations and chopped-off limbs to something more...unconventional. Tickling.

Ninja now used jutsu that revolved around tickling your opponent. Their weapon pouches now contained feathers, string, and baby oil, to help better tickle their enemy into submission.

Missions, inside the village, were still just chores civilians were too lazy or too old to do themselves, but missions outside the village had become missions of interrogation by tickling, death by laughter, and the usual escort missions. Rank was determined by your endurance to tickling as well as your skill in the art. The higher each of these was, the higher you would rank in ninja society. However, you needed an even balance of both in order to succeed. Because what good was mastery over tickle skill, if your opponent got you first, and you were unable to endure to change the flow of battle? And what good was all the endurance in the world, if when you got your hands on your opponent, you were unable to make them crack?

All-in-all, the ninja world had become a place where, if you listened hard enough, you could always catch laughter on the winds. Oh, listen, I think I hear some now...

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The graduating class sat anxiously in their seats, each young pre-genin waiting for his or her name to be called so that they could attempt the dreaded endurance test. While some were confident in their ability to endure, and others in their "lack" of ticklishness, everyone deep down was feeling nervous. But there was one boy who acted tough.

"Ha! This is gonna be easy, they might as well give me my headband right now!" Shouted a blonde-haired, blue-eyed young boy. This was Naruto Uzumaki; Jinchuuriki to one of the nine Kemono o kusuguru. He wore a baggy, orange tracksuit with a raised, white collar and a pair of green goggles on his forehead; but his most distinguishable features were the three whisker marks on each of his cheeks.

"Isn't that what you said the last two times Naruto? Why don't you just sit down and be quiet for once, instead of being troublesome?" This came from a boy who had his head resting on his folded arms, looking like he was trying to take a nap. The young boy had black hair, tied back into a pineapple style, dark-brown eyes, and wore a gray vest with green trim over a mesh shirt, with brown pants. He also had two silver hoop earrings. This was Shikamaru Nara.

Naruto turned in the lazy boys direction and sent an irritated glare his way. Naruto had indeed failed his first two exams, but that wasn't his fault! How was he supposed to know he'd be that ticklish?! But now Naruto was sure he'd pass. The blonde attributed his failures to his youth, and banked his success today on the belief that as you got older you became less ticklish. What the boy didn't know was, his sealed demon, the Kyubi no Kitsune, had been increasing his endurance for years. The tickle demon was tired of having such an unworthy vessel.

"Yeah Naruto-baka, stop being so loud! Can't you see you're upsetting Sasuke-kun!?" This came from the other side of the room, out of the mouth of a pink-haired kunoichi named Sakura Haruno. Sakura wasn't from any big-named clan like many of her classmates, but her mother was currently on the Civilian Council; so the young girl was pretty spoiled. Sakura had long, bubble-gum pink hair that reached the small of her back. The young girl also had a pair of emerald-green eyes and an abnormally large forehead. Sakura was dressed in a red battle dress with a red ring on the back, and tight, black shorts. As she yelled at Naruto, Sakura was pointing behind her to a boy sitting quietly.

This was Sasuke Uchiha; lone survivor of the Uchiha "massacre". The destruction of the Uchiha clan happened eight years ago, and was carried out by Sasuke's own brother, Itachi Uchiha. The elder brother was a master of genjutsu, and on the night of the "massacre", had gone around and trapped every single member in a tickle-based illusion. The night is referred to as a massacre because every member was driven to insanity, and therefore ineffective as a citizen or a ninja. Sasuke was the only one he spared. Sasuke had black hair, spiked in the shape of a ducks butt, and onyx-black eyes. He wore a blue, high-collard shirt with the Uchiha fan on the back, and khaki shorts.

While Sasuke simply continued to ignore the noise going on around him, his other table-mate decided to make her presence known as well. "Who do you think you are billboard-brow; referring to my Sasuke-kun with such familiarity!?" The voice belonged to Ino Yamanaka; Sakura's rival for Sasuke's affections.

Ino was a beautiful girl with long, platinum-blonde hair that she kept tied back in a ponytail; although she left a single bang to shadow one of her crystal-blue eyes. The Yamanaka heiress was dressed in a purple, sleeveless top that cut off right above her belly-button. Ino also wore a purple apron-skirt that had slits up the sides, which stopped right at her upper-thigh. The young girl also wore medical tape around her legs and stomach, with her arms covered with cream-colored elbow warmers.

Hearing Ino declare Sasuke "hers" got Sakura's attention quickly, and the two were soon standing nose to nose in a shouting match.

While the two divas argued over their Uchiha, another girl was sitting silently in the back of the classroom, here lavender eyes focused, not on Sasuke, but on Naruto. This was Hinata Hyuga. Hinata was the heiress to the esteemed Hyuga clan, who were famous for their byakugan and their dangerous Gentle-Fist. Hinata had dark-blue, almost indigo, hair cut into a hime-style, with two short strands reaching her chin. She had the pupil-less eyes of the Hyuga clan, but rather than white, hers were a soft lavender. Hinata wore a baggy, eskimo-styled, cream-colored, hoodie that had fur lining at the waist. She also wore plum colored pants that stopped at her shins.

Hinata, like most girls her age, had an infatuation with a bot in her class. But while all the other girls chased after Sasuke, Hinata only had eyes for Naruto. The blonde Uzumaki had at first just been a source of inspiration and strength; the way he never gave up and kept trying, even if he failed. But, after years of watching him, Hinata began to develop real feelings for the boy. Being terribly shy due to years of harsh treatment, Hinata was unable to talk to, let alone express her feelings to, Naruto. She believed that, with her minimal endurance, Naruto would never be interested in her. The young heiress' thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of a finger tickling under her chin.

Hinata jolted, her chin thankfully not being very ticklish, and turned to look at who was attempting to get her attention. When she saw who it was, a lump formed in her throat. It was Kiba Inuzuka.

Kiba was a boy with short, but wild brown hair and feral-looking brown eyes. Kiba wore a baggy, gray hoody with thick, black fur lining the wrists, waist, and along the hood. He wore black pants that stopped at his shins. Kiba's most prominent features were his abnormally long canines and the two red triangles on his cheeks.

When Hinata and Kiba first met, the young girl thought they'd be great friends. This didn't exactly happen. Sure, they were friendly with one another, but Kiba was an insatiable tickle-"ler". That meant, he was the one who did the tickling, while Hinata was what was known as a tickle- "lee"; someone who was being tickled, whether they wanted to be or not. Upon first meeting each other, Kiba had tricked Hinata into getting stuck in a log while playing, as he'd called it, "explorers". Once he had the young heiress trapped, Kiba tickled the poor girls waist, thighs, and knees for what seemed like forever. But the worst came when he removed her sandals and tickled Hinata's most sensitive spot; her feet.

It was hours before Kiba would finally help the exhausted heiress out of the log; but not before forcing the shy girl to promise Kiba the right to call her embarrassing nicknames when they hung out.

"Hey Princess Piggies, whatcha staring at?" The grin on Kiba's face telling her he already knew who she was staring at.

Hearing one of Kiba's nicknames, one given after an awful ten rounds of "This Little Piggy", made the shy Hyuga's cheeks tint a delicate pink and her eyes to turn down submissively while she played with her fingers. "P-Please Kiba-kun, I-I know what I promised but p-please, not here. I-I don't want Naruto-kun to hear; y-your nicknames are s-so embarrassing."

Kiba just chuckled before he answered, "Hahaha, Of course they're embarrassing my little Tootsie Pop, that's the whole point. And don't worry, that blonde knuckleheads so wrapped up in himself, that he doesn't even know what's going on around him."

"Tootsie Pop", or sometimes just(the more embarrassing) "Tootsie", was another nickname the young Inuzuka had forced her to accept. This one after he'd actually sucked her toes like the actually candy! What Kiba, thankfully, never learned was that sucking on Hinata's toes(as she would later find out through training with her keeper Kurenai) aroused, as well as tickled her.

Hinata looked over shyly at her blonde love, and, sure enough, he was talking quietly to himself. No doubt siking himself up for the exam. Speaking of the exam, their Chunin instructor had just returned with a list in his hands.

Iruka Umino was one of their two sensei; the other being Mizuki. Iruka was a man in his mid-twenties. He, like Shikamaru, had his brown hair in a pineapple style. He wore a standard Chunin uniform, complete with flak-jacket, and had a scar across the bridge of his nose; he also wore a Leaf Village forehead protector, signifying him as a ninja.

"Alright class, settle down. I'm going to begin calling you in individually to take your endurance test. You will be tickled for thirty minutes. You must last a minimum of twenty minutes to graduate, anything less, and you will be forced to repeat the academy. The list is in alphabetical order, so please pay attention for your name." And with that, the tests began.

Hinata was a nervous wreck when Iruka called Sakura's name. Only a few more people...and it would be her turn!

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Sakura strode confidently into the examination room. The pink-haired kunoichi held a strong belief in her skill to endure any amount of tickling. She'd read numerous books and theories on the best ways to avoid being broken by tickling, and although she never practiced them, Sakura felt that just knowing the information would be enough, and she could just apply it whenever it was needed. When she looked around the room, she noticed a single bondage chair in the center of the room.

The chair had stocks for her feet, and cuffs on the top of the chair to hold her wrists. Sakura noticed that this would eave her tickle spots completely exposed. Swallowing a nervous lump in her throat, Sakura reminded herself that she'd studied for this exam, and she was ready for it!

"Good morning Sakura," Iruka greeted the girl pleasantly, "I'm going to ask that you remove your sandals, and place yourself in the tickle-chair."

The young genin hopeful did as she was instructed. After removing her blue ninja sandals, Sakura shuffled over to the restraining device; her courage slipping with each step she took. Finally though, the young girl could put it off no longer, and sat herself down in the chair. Almost immediately., the two instructors locked the girls ankles and wrists into place. Once her limbs were trapped, everything became real to Sakura, and for the first time, she doubted that her knowledge would save her.

"Alright Sakura," Mizuki was the one to speak up this time, "the rule we didn't tell you guys is: each of you will be given a special "condition" added to your test; some of you might find it helpful, others harmful. Yours is...you will be blindfolded."

When she heard this Sakura began to shiver in fear of the coming storm. She'd read about how being blindfolded made the person being tickled feel more sensitive because they couldn't see where the attack was coming from, and now the pink-haired girl was going to experience that first hand!

Not soon after this thought, Sakura was blindfolded, ironically, by the headband she was being tested for; in her mind this only added insult to injury. But the brainy genin took solace in the fact that her battle dress hopeful hid many of her worst spots.

Iruka and Mizuki converged at the foot of the chair, where Sakura's size seven's lay waiting to be tickled. The two examiners noticed that Sakura's feet looked as if they'd recently been pampered; the soles were a creamy white, with the ball, and heel of each foot tinged a delicate pink from where they make contact with the girls sandals. Her toenails, while unpolished, held a glossy look to them. And, the two Chunin noticed, they gave off a faint rose-like smell; probably from some lotion the girl used.

Deciding they'd made a good first choice, Iruka and Mizuki each began to tickle their respective foot in front of them.

Sakura jumped in her chair the moment she felt the soles of her feet get touched. While she'd anticipated they'd go there first, being blindfolded made it difficult to see and prepare for the attack. There was only a single finger being used on each foot at the moment, but it was enough to make Sakura squirm. On her left foot, the finger was slow, and moved from the curve of her pink heel, up her high, creamy arch, and would perform a horizontal sweep once it reached the light-pink ball of her foot; starting from her big toe and gently gliding over to her pinkie toe. While this was going on, her right foot was trembling under the skill of its attacker.

The finger on this foot would focus on a single spot, tickling all the feeling out of it, before moving on to the next piece of undiscovered territory. Right now, the evil finger was incessantly scratching away at the arch of Sakura's right foot. In the pink-haired girl's mind it felt as if the finger was trying to chip away at her sanity. With each torturous up and down stroke Sakura's arch started to turn as pink as her hair from the continued attention being paid to it.

The two Chunin at Sakura's feet were impressed with the girls resolve. After ten minutes of foot tickling all they'd produced were whimpers, spasms, and the occasional, admittedly cute, giggle-fit. The two examiners had varied their techniques, sometimes one would tickle like a spider, other times one would attack the tender spaces between the girls toes, but no matter what they did Sakura wouldn't break. Deciding to try a different spot, and to take a second look at the girls chart, both men stopped tickling Sakura and convened at their desk.

"So what do you wanna do now Iruka? We've spent ten of the thirty minutes getting nowhere!" Mizuki hissed out in irritation. The silver-haired instructor wanted to just attack the girls hot spots and be done with it, but his senior partner had given a different set of instructions.

Iruka didn't even look up from his clipboard as he responded, "I wouldn't say we got nowhere Mizuki. The whole point of starting at her feet, as I already explained, was to weaken her defenses. If you take a look at Sakura's current state, she's frazzled from enduring the foot tickling. Now all we have to do is go for her...stomach and her...knees, and she wont have any resistance." At Iruka's explanation, Mizuki looked over at the girl currently strapped to the chair and took in her current state.

Sakura's hair was slightly disheveled, strands sticking up as if she'd been shocked. Her forehead was damp with perspiration, and her breathing was shallow and came out in shutters. She was weak, and ready to be pushed over the edge.

Sakura sat, trembling, in her restraining device. While her feet weren't horribly ticklish, they were still weak to skillful fingers. While she worked to catch her breath, Sakura patted herself on the back for being able to keep from laughing during her examiners session of foot tickles. After they stopped, Sakura could hear the two men whispering over at their desk. While Mizuki-sensei sounded angry, Iruka-sensei sounded, as usual, calm and in control. All too soon the whispers stopped and Sakura could hear the two men making their way back over to her.

When she felt her battle dress be unzipped from the front, Sakura felt her pulse pick up. 'No, not that! I-I'm so close, why can't they just keep tickling my feet, o-or maybe even my armpits!? Anywhere but there!' All the knowledge Sakura had read up on about enduring tickling flew out the window. It was a real-life example of how just knowledge alone wasn't enough when it came time for real-life application.

Iruka finished unzipping Sakura's battle dress and then pushing the flaps aside. When he looked, he was met with the sight of Sakura's flat stomach and her bra covered chest. While there are ninja who are ticklish on areas like their nipples, groin, and even their ass, the academy wasn't aloud to check for that. A ninja's private tickle spots were found, usually, when they took the Jounin exams. Pushing those thoughts aside, Iruka focused on the milky-white tummy in front of him. He allowed his eyes to zero in on the cute little dimple in the center; Sakura Haruno's belly-button, and most ticklish spot.

Deciding not to tickle there just yet, the scar-nosed Chunin busied himself by poking and stroking his students tummy. He was rewarded with an uncontrollably giggling Sakura. Iruka marveled at the softness of her skin, but was disappointed by the lack of hard muscle; a testament to the girls lack of physical activity. The young Chunin decided to try a new tactic, and began to knead the girls stomach as if it were dough. The new technique brought forth gales of high-pitched, ear-ringing laughter. Figuring that it couldn't just be because of what he was doing, Iruka looked behind him and, sure enough, Mizuki was pinching and squeezing Sakura's kneecaps.

Sakura knew she was in trouble when just having fingers lightly stroke across her stomach turned her into a giggling mess. But when those same fingers started to knead her flesh, Sakura started to lose it. As she tried to fight down her laughter Sakura felt another pair of hands begin to torment her knees! 'I forgot all about the other examiner!' Soon, Sakura was bouncing up and down in the chair, twisting left and right, and even tried to suck in her stomach, to try and avoid the torturous tickle attack. And while she managed to buy some relief from the fingers at her stomach, Sakura was unable to do anything about the horrid spider-tickling at her knees. The pink-haired girl could feel her skin start to flush under the constant abuse, and then Sakura squealed when the hollows behind her knees were pinched.

The spots behind her knees had always been an intense tickle spot for Sakura. Once someone started tickling her there, almost nothing else mattered. Nothing except if her belly-button was tickled.

When it happened, Sakura thought she'd broken her voice-box, because she didn't hear any sound come from her own lips. Iruka had dipped his index-finger down into Sakura's belly-button.

The pink-haired girl remembered nothing after that other than being released and given her headband.

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Hinata watched as many students went through the door, and most of them returned with dejected looks and no headband. With each failure that she saw, Hinata's own resolve slowly began to crumble. Hinata knew how ticklish she was, and she knew that the examiners knew how ticklish she was. So when Iruka called her name, the Hyuga heiress could feel herself begin to sweat.

As she got up to exit the room, Hinata jumped and squeaked when Kiba pinched her shapely hips. Turning to send the Inuzuka her best glare, Hinata swiftly made her way towards the door. When she passed Naruto's seat, the young kunoichi got a pleasant surprise when the blonde whispered, "Good luck Hinata-san, you'll do great." Feeling elated, Hinata straightened her back, and strode into the examination room. Her shoulders immediately slumped when she saw what was waiting for her.

Sitting smack-dab in the center of the room was a bondage chair. It was equipped with stocks for her feet, and cuffs for her wrists to be raised above her head. Hinata quickly realized that she'd be completely exposed in the device; especially her feet.

"Hello Hinata," Iruka began in a pleasant tone, "I hope you're prepared for this. As a precaution, we have spare pants for the students who are...lightweights, shall we say, so you wont have to worry about that. Please set yourself up in the chair, and we will begin." As he finished, Iruka motioned with his hand towards the chair.

Hinata was confused. 'Wouldn't they want me to take my sandals off so they can get better access to my feet?' Deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth, Hinata walked over to the chair and sat down. She lifted her legs and placed her ankles into the cushioned slots, then she did the same with her wrists; placing them above her head.

"Unfortunately, I'm gonna have to ask you to remove your jacket Hinata. Otherwise, we won't really be able to tickle you effectively." Iruka's instructions unnerved Hinata. That was the very reason she wore such a thick jacket in the first place!

Resigning herself to her fate, Hinata unzipped, and removed her coat. Once that was done, and the shy Hyuga's delicate figure was left on display with only a sleeveless t-shirt to cover her, Hinata again raised her arms above her head.

The instructors came over and locked the nervous girls wrists and ankles into place, fully exposing all of Hinata's most ticklish spots. Once this was done, like Sakura, Hinata was told of the "conditions". "Alright Hinata, like I told the other students there's going to be a "condition" added to your test." This time it was Iruka that was explaining the rules. "Each persons "condition" will be different; and it will either help you or hurt you."

Hearing about this new rule frightened Hinata. What if the condition was that they were only going to tickle her feet! If that was her condition, the young heiress knew she'd never be able to pass! Hinata demurely nibbled on her bottom lip, and her cute little toes wriggled nervously as she waited to hear the bad news.

"Your's is... we won't be touching your feet."

Hinata felt like crying tears of joy at the news she'd just been given. If they didn't tickle her feet, the bluenette knew she'd be able to hold out long enough to pass; her other spots were ticklish, but nothing she couldn't handle for thirty minutes! She was so happy, Hinata didn't notice the devious look on Mizuki's face, or the apologetic one on Iruka's.

"Unfortunately Hinata, since your most sensitive spot is being left out of the exam, we'll be forced to take extra measures to make sure the test isn't too easy for you." As he said this Iruka pulled a pair of feathers from his thigh-holster, and Mizuki revealed a bottle of baby oil.

The Hyuga heiress trembled nervously as the two chunin made their way towards her; Mizuki going towards her armpit area, and Iruka staying near her stomach. Hinata looked upwards toward the looming Mizuki, and the gleam in his eye made the girl fear for her ability to pass the test. She watched as her silver-haired teacher uncapped the baby oil, and her nose was greeted with the delightful scent of the oil; the same oil that would soon be applied to her bare under-arms.

However, before they could begin, Iruka got a call on his ear piece.

"Is there any way you can get another instructor to help you, I'm about to begin a student's exam." The scar-nosed man asked in irritation. As he spoke Iruka turned his back to the two other people in the room, and therefore did not see the look his fellow chunin's eyes. Hinata saw it though, and it scared her.

With a dejected sigh Iruka turned back around and faced the two others in the room, looking to Hinata he said, "Unfortunately, I'm being called to the main office to help sort out a matter involving the new students coming in next semester. This means that Mizuki will be administering the test to you himself, but don't worry, you'll be fine." With an apologetic look Iruka turned and exited the room.

Once the man left, Hinata noticed that the last chunin in the room was performing hand-signs for, what she would later realize, was a sound-barrier jutsu. After he finished Mizuki turned to Hinata and said: "Now, about your test. It seems we were mistaken, your condition is...humiliation."

Hinata shook, and tried to escape from her binds, as she watched her chunin instructor advance towards her with the baby oil still in hand. Once he reached the chair again, the silver-haired man knelt down, slid open a panel on the chair, and retrieved a video camera on a tripod.

Trembling, Hinata asked: "W-What are y-you doing Mizuki-sensei? W-Why did you c-change my condition, a-and why do you h-have that camera?"

"I'm doing all of this, Hinata, because I enjoy torturing my students. And after all the time I spent arranging today...I finally have you all to myself. Thirty whole minutes of play time with the very adorable, very ticklish, Hinata Hyuga." As he finished his explanation Mizuki also finished setting up his camera, and was now walking back over to his captive.

After returning to her side, Mizuki bent down, looked towards the camera, and spoke as if addressing a crowd: "Good evening ladies and gentlemen, this is tonight's entertainment..." the chunin looked over to Hinata "introduce yourself to the crowd my dear."

Hinata was shaking, she didn't know what to do, her voice was caught in her throat! However, this didn't last long because soon she was giggling; there was a finger digging at her armpit. Looking to her left she was met with the sight of an annoyed Mizuki.

"Introduce yourself!"

Deciding it was best to do what the man said for now, Hinata swallowed the lump in her throat, turned towards the camera, and squeaked out, "I-I'm Hinata, Hinata H-Hyuga."

Mizuki turned back to the camera and exclaimed excitedly, "Hear that, we've got the Hyuga heiress herself here with us today fans. Who knew such a high member of society would agree to be the subject of the latest episode of: "Tickle Tramp"?

Hearing that name made Hinata's eyes widen. Everyone in Konoha had heard of Tickle Tramp. It was a black-market industry based somewhere in the village's Red-Light district. They captured females from the village and tickle tortured them on video; and then they sold those videos. The scariest part was that many of the women would become so enthralled during their time in captivity that they didn't press charges...and actually returned for more!

And now Hinata was being subjected to that torture!

"Now," Mizuki spoke up again, "with such a special guest comes special circumstances; this video will only be half the usually length, but maybe if we're lucky she'll enjoy her time so much Miss Hinata will come back. But for now, lets get started shall we?"

With that said, Mizuki dabbed the baby oil onto the tips of his index and middle-finger, and began massaging under Hinata's trembling left arm. The ticklish young girl had no choice but to start giggling as the two fingers started sweeping across her shaven pit. Because of her bulky jacket Hinata was forced to wear a thin shirt underneath so as not to overheat, unfortunately, the shirt she chose left her armpits exposed; something the silver-haired chunin was taking great joy in.

Hinata couldn't help squirming like a worm on a hook as the two-finger assault traced along her ticklish flesh. What's worse, was that the young heiress was still in such a mind that she could feel every movement, and trace the pattern in her mind. The fingers had started in the very center, and then swept down until they reached just above her breast, before swinging left and completely circling the outer-edge of Hinata's armpit. This cycle continued after Mizuki dabbed more baby oil on his fingers, each circle getting smaller and smaller until he was just twisting his two fingers into the center of Hinata's under-arm.

The whole time Hinata was helpless to stop any of it. When Mizuki finally pulled away, the young girl thought her torment was actually over; that someone had walked in. But then she opened her eyes and noticed that her former teacher was just switching sides...and reapplying baby oil to his fingers.

"As you've just seen," the chunin spoke up, "the Hyuga heiress has very sensitive skin; a product of living a pampered life no doubt. Now, after I finish applying this next layer of oil," At this Mizuki once again skated his fingers across Hinata's flesh, "I'm going to answer for myself a question I'm sure you're all wondering; what does a Hyuga princess' pits taste like."

Although she was laughing her head off Hinata caught what Mizuki had said, and hearing her tormentor's plan, she began to buck and squirm harder; trying to escape the chair. But it was no use, the poor girl would be forced to endure until the thirty minutes were up.

After he finished with her right under-arm, Mizuki allowed Hinata a very brief reprieve. However, it was only long enough for the cruel chunin to tie, ironically, the ninja head-band on the table around her eyes; knowing that the girl would be laughing to much to activate her byakugan. Once he'd finished with the blindfold Mizuki leaned his head down, and nuzzled his nose into Hinata's pampered left pit.

Hinata jumped when she felt the intrusion under her arm, and felt her face heat up as her ears picked up the sound of heavy breathing; Mizuki was sniffing under her arm! "P-Please, don't do t-that." The embarrassed young Hyuga made another attempt to move away from her captor, but she wasn't able to get more than an inch away.

Mizuki allowed himself to get caught up, if only for a moment, in the feeling of euphoria he felt as he took in the lavender scent of his tickle-toy's sensitive skin. But, remembering he had a small window of time, the silver-haired chunin pulled himself away and addressed the camera.

"Ladies and gentleman of Konoha, I can say without a doubt, that Miss Hyuga is the definition of "perfect" that we search for here. Now, as promised, let's move on to the next step; and then we'll try out her belly."

Once again Hinata jumped like she'd been shocked, as she felt the rough, bumpy texture of her former teacher's tongue settle into the dimple of her armpit. It didn't sit still for long. Within seconds Mizuki's tongue traveled up to the edge, near Hinata's bicep, before beginning to circle the entire rim of the girls trembling armpit. As the tongue lapped away at the delicate flesh, Mizuki brought his right hand up and began drilling his index-finger directly into the center of Hinata's right pit.

Hinata bucked and thrashed in her bondage as both of her underarms were tormented. However, something strange was happening as she was being tickled. While the finger under her right arm, which had changed from drilling to scratching, forced bellows of laughter from the girls lips, the tongue under her left arm felt...strange? It was much like when Kurenai had forcibly sucked her toes after getting a hold of her foot during a spar. Hinata could feel the same heat building up in her lower abdomen, and hear the same silly giggles mixed in with her tortured laughter; she only hoped Mizuki wouldn't notice.

And the man didn't notice. Mizuki was to caught up in the delicious, ticklish under-arm in front of him to hear the subtle changes in his captives laughter. Then, remembering what he'd said about humiliation, the young chunin leaned over further and hissed in the girl's ear: "I haven't heard a single protest. Does the pampered princess like having her pits tickled? I think she does."

Mizuki's words made Hinata laugh harder, but it also made her try to respond, "No Hahaha Nooohohohohahano pits hahaha pl-plehehease!"

The chuinin instructor smiled devilishly as he replied, "Oh, you don't want me to tickle your armpits anymore?" His captive violently shook her head. "Then I want you to beg me to lick your tummy. I've enjoyed how your pampered pits taste, and I'd love to get to see how that little belly-button compares..." Mizuki looked over to the camera, "and I'm sure our audience would like seeing how you squirm while your wittle belly-button's tickled."

Hinata was beside herself. On one hand, she desperately wanted the torment of her under-arms to stop. But, on the other, if her reaction to having her belly-button licked was the same as with her toes, then she couldn't let Mizuki do it. The decision was soon easier to make, once her tormentor began using both hands to tickle her.

"T-Tickle my belly-buttonahahaha p-plehehehease!" But Mizuki didn't budge.

"Hmm, I don't know, that didn't sound much like begging. Maybe if I give your another try, you'll get it right." As he said this Mizuki increased the pace of his tickling fingers, driving Hinata's laughter ever higher.

The Hyuga princess heard the words come out of her mouth before her mind could catch up to it, "P-Plehehehease Mizuki-sensei, please lihihihick my belly-buttahahhaaon. I-I beg you, plehehehehease, I want it hahaha!"

The silver-haired chunin let out a chuckle as he hissed in the girl's ear, "You don't jut want it, you need it. Say it, say you need it."

"I-I neheheheed it! I need hahahha my belly-button lihihihicked Mizuki-sensei, p-plehehehease!" As she screamed this, Hinata continued to buck around in the chair, hoping that she could at least make the torture device tip over; the poor gir never saw that the chair was bolted to the floor.

Mizuki immediately stopped his tickling, allowing his captive a few brief moments of rest. As he walked around the chair, and finally reached an angle that he'd be able to reach the Hyuga girl's navel, the chunin leaned down and once again nuzzled the next target for his tickle-attack.

Hinata shook with dread as she waited for her corrupt teacher to begin the next phase of her torment. Gasping for oxygen, the princess never thought to use her byakugan to see how much time she had left to endure her torment; in her mind she felt as if Mizuki had been tickling her for hours.

When in fact, it'd only been fifteen minutes.

Mizuki had been looking at the time, he'd wanted ample time to play with his favorite part, and realized that the time he spent at Hinata's navel would have to be about five minutes. So, with his mind set to the task, the silver-haired ninja poked his tongue out from between his lips and dipped it into the fleshy hole; the tip of his tongue touching the knot of flesh in the back.

Hinata jumped, and then began to squirm as it only got worse, her only thought was, 'Oh no, I was right!'

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Iruka grumbled indignantly as he stood and watched as the receptionist fumbled to find all the forms needed for the new students to fill out. Of all the days for such a tedious endeavor and it just had to be graduation day!

As he stood there waiting, the scar-nosed chunin's mind wandered to thoughts of how one of his favorite students, Hinata, was fairing with her test. Over the years he'd been her instructor Iruka had come to form a bond with the shy Hyuga; mostly because she was too shy to speak with the other students, but still. She, like a certain knuckle-headed blonde, had been a joy to look over. Iruka remembered the girl's first day, when everyone was being tested for their ticklishness. He remembered how sensitive the young princess was, 'And still is'.

While he reminisced, in the back of Iruka's mind, another thought occurred to the man. Mizuki didn't have the key to the desk drawer where they kept the graduates headbands!

Letting the woman at the front desk know he'd be back in a moment Iruka exited the front office and made his way back to the examination room.

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Hinata wanted to cry as she heard her shoes drop to the ground. Mizuki had only spent five minutes at her belly-button, but now, the poor girl wished he'd wasted more time there.

During the time the man spent at her navel Hinata had squirmed deliciously in her seat, going so far as to thrust her stomach towards Mizuki's dastardly tongue. The wet, slimy feeling made the Hyuga heiress shudder, but it also ignited that warm glow in the pit of her abdomen; the same one that smoldered when someone sucked her toes.

So, Hinata sat in the bondage chair, squirming, and letting out drunken giggles as the knot at the base of her belly-button was teased. She could feel her fingers and toes wriggling from the sensation as well; their owner unable to properly express her delight. Just as Hinata started to mewl in pleasure, Mizuki stopped, and told the camera that it was time to move on to the finale.

As her left foot was bared Hinata couldn't help wiggling her toes as the cool air met her pale sole; unintentionally exciting her captor all the more. However, before the man could begin, a knock on the door interrupted him.

"Mizuki," it was Iruka, "let me in, I need to give you the key to the headband drawer."

Hinata nearly cried out in joy, she'd been saved! Once Iruka came in she'd be set free!

"Alright, just give me a minute okay?" Mizuki called out as he began unstrapping Hinata. When he reached her upper-body, the man leaned down and whispered darkly, "Don't ever let me find out you told someone about what happened, or else you'll be very sorry!" The audible -gulp- was all the reassurance the chunin needed.

The Hyuga heiress was just glad it was over.

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Sasuke Uchiha sat in his seat waiting for his turn. Because his clan name began with a "U", the raven-haired youth knew he'd be waiting a while before it was his turn. As he waited he thought of who he'd prefer to be on a three-man squad with; however, from the looks of things, it was slim pickings.

One thing that was certain about the Uchiha's was that they were a clan of "lers", none in their history were ever the tickle-lee. It was because of this, that Sasuke gauged his selection on not only how good of a tickler they were for missions, but also what it would be like when he tickled them. Sasuke, like Mizuki, had a fetish for tickling. The young Uchiha greatly enjoyed having people at his mercy with just a few strokes of his finger or pokes to their body.

As he looked around the room, Sasuke noticed that one of his prime candidates had already left the room; Hinata Hyuga. The girl's clan was as notorious as his own in the art of tickling, and would come in handy when on a mission. She was also the classic "lee": meek, shy, and from what he'd seen in spars during the academy, she was incredibly ticklish. 'It doesn't hurt that her feet are so cute too.'

Next, the boys eyes landed on his second option; Naruto Uzumaki. While it was true the two of them had a rivalry Sasuke found the blonde boy to be an adept tickler with a lot of potential. 'And...' As his thoughts turned, so did his onyx eyes, until they were looking at the blonde Uzumaki's sandal-ed feet. While the Uchiha boy, at the moment, could only see the Uzumaki boys toes, he remembered a spar the boy'd had with Kiba Inuzuka a year ago where the feral youth had manged to get one of Naruto's shoes off and tickle his foot.

Sasuke remembered being hypnotized at the sight of the blonde's tanned foot; while the insteps had been a nice bronze color, the sole held a lighter tone. The bottom of his rival's foot revealed a high arch, a smooth, round heel, and a plump ball underneath five stubby toes. The Uchiha could still remember the sound of Naruto's boyish laughter, how the blonde had squealed when Kiba dug his fingers into his opponent's arch.

Something Sasuke never let out to the public was that he had, along with his tickle-fetish, a foot-fetish. The raven-haired youth often found himself fantasizing, and dreaming of different classmates feet; primarily Hinata, Ino, and Naruto. He'd also seen the former Rookie Of The Year, Neji, and managed to catch of the long-haired Hyuga's feet as well. Many times Sasuke imagined what it would be like to hold each pair of feet in his possession. He felt his manhood twitch at the thought.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts Sasuke almost didn't hear his name get called. Getting up, the Uchiha made his way to the examination room.

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A/N: And there it is. The first chapter of Naruto: Tickle Ninja. Let me know what you think, and give me suggestions on how I can make it better. The next chapter will be Naruto's genin test with his team against Kakashi, with the ending(Naruo being left tied to the log) going how I wish it had gone.