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Kyuubi was terrified. Furious, confused, a bit curious, but mostly terrified.

The creature which was once the greatest threat in the Elemental Nations now cowered in fear, pressed against the back of its cell, watching as its power was ripped away. The architect of its destruction stood beside it, but did not appear to be particularly joyous at his victory.

Minato Namikaze was many things. Hokage, a genius, a father (briefly), but at as the chakra imprint of him stood in his daughter's mind and watched the overly strong flow of power leaving the Kyuubi, he knew he was certainly not omniscient. He had fucked up.

He had left a trap in the seal. He knew he wouldn't be able to force all of the Kyuubi's power away from the beast, not unwillingly, so he had left what appeared to be a crack. A glimpse of freedom. When the Kyuubi had noticed it eight years after its sealing, it had predictably pounced as a demigod not fully aware of its vulnerability would. Its willingly surrendered power had sprung the trap, and now flowed at an astonishing rate out of the seal and into its host, absorbed permanently into a secondary chakra network. This was all according to plan.

The extra bits, if Minato could describe them as such, were not intended. Relics of the creature's mind, bloodlust, and avarice were accompanying the exodus of power, flowing into the spirit and, presumably, personality of his daughter.

This…could be bad.

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One Year Later

Naruko Uzumaki was an extremely energetic nine year-old. She was well-liked by the few friends she had, or rather the two. Ino Yamanaka liked her because the girl apparently didn't care about her future husband Sasuke Uchiha, and Hinata Hyuuga liked her because Naruko was just…so…

Hinata's face flushed red.

Naruko pretended not to notice her friend Hinata's red face or wistful gaze as she smiled, listening to Iruka's lecture with a fraction of her attention. She was fairly confident that anything at a ninja academy for children wasn't exactly going to revolutionize her understanding of the shinobi arts, given the impressive "acceleration" she had experienced over the past year.

She looked down at her hand, hidden by her desk, and made a fist. Her sapphire eyes flashed red, and a few wisps of red smoke rose up from her clenched hand. Her grin, unnoticed by all, slipped to the girl a few rows down, sitting next to the village favorite.

Haruno would be good practice. Not bad on the eyes either.

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Four Years Later

Tsunade sighed in irritation, looking over the stacks of paperwork that now defined her daily life. Her eyes slowly slid over to the drawer she knew was hiding some liquid salvation, but almost as soon as she did she could hear her surrogate sister's cute, but horrendously loud voice in her head.

Tsunade-nee-chan! No! I didn't bring you back here to get drunk! Bad!

Like a scolded puppy, the fifth's eyes drooped in sadness and she picked up the next form. An hour later she was almost overjoyed at the sound of her office door slamming open into the wall framing it.

"Naruko, you know if you keep doing that eventually you're going to be buying me a new door."

"Silly nee-chan, this will be my office soon enough. It's like buying a door for myself."

Naruko was, simply put, the shining jewel of the village. Her heroics at the Chuunin Exams had led to the capture of scores of Suna shinobi, including the royal family. The fallout from that was still ongoing, but thanks to the political hostages the former Kazekage's children now served as, Suna was essentially a satellite village of Konoha.

Following that, Naruko and Tsunade's former teammate Jiraiya had recruited the erstwhile Sannin to returning and stepping in for Hiruzen, who was just about sick of the hat. While she was loathe to return to the village that had taken so much, Tsunade couldn't help but be inspired by a girl who singlehandedly took out the Ichibi, broke down her other teammate's "impenetrable" barrier and rescued her teacher. Orochimaru had died rather anticlimactically from what she heard, stunned by the collapse of his shield (which no one could explain how Naruko had accomplished) and the subsequent backfiring of his Impure Resurrection (also unexplained). The first two Hokages he had summoned had made short work of the snake before collapsing into dust and the corpses of two sound-nin.

In spite of everything, even Tsunade felt compelled at the impassioned requests and threats the young Uzumaki had made to save her old teacher from whatever poison Orochimaru had managed to inflict.

As she considered the recent few months, Tsunade couldn't help but look over her "little sister's" body. The younger blonde was well on her way to being a complete knockout. Although around average height for her age, she was quite…developed…at the chest and rear. Her body was otherwise sleek and finely toned: proof of an almost religious dedication to the shinobi lifestyle. The girl wore rather plain black clothes, taped at the arms and shins, her hair tied back. Between the well-kept gear fastened to her thigh, the tactical pack she wore on her back (which Tsunade suspected was filled to the brim with sealing scrolls), and her austere clothing, the girl was the definition of what a kunoichi should be.

If I was into girls…or young people, for that matter…

Tsunade smirked at the confident tone of her sort-of protégé. While she had accepted Naruko's teammate as her student (at the blonde's behest), she still found time to give a little advice to the rather gorgeous thirteen year old sister she never had. Nothing that might imply favoritism (it totally was), but enough to keep her development speeding along. Despite that, the last Senju always had the feeling the young girl was holding back.

Tsunade stretched and stood up. "So what can I do for you, Naruko?" She walked around to the front of her desk and leaned against it.

The thirteen year-old plopped down on one of the chairs in front of the Hokage's desk and started fiddling with her hands. Tsunade raised her eye at the uncharacteristically meek behavior.

"Naruko?"

"Nee-chan…have you ever had a plan just about to come together but you're worried about how things may go wrong?"

"I'm a ninja, brat. Obviously. What's this about?"

Naruko looked up at her overly-endowed "sister" and licked her lips, her eyes flashing red with what could only be described as demonic hunger.

"Here goes nothing."

The daughter of the Senju clan never saw it coming.

Naruko's hands, which Tsunade had stopped paying attention to, were suddenly in the ram position. The Hokage went to ask what was going on when the seal inscribed into the underside of the front of her desk activated, and red chakra leapt out, coiling around the voluptuous woman before striking her in her extraordinarily distinct Genesis seal. More leapt out and struck the office door which glowed for a second, before returning to normal.

No one would be interrupting, now.

A final tendril flew over to the south wall and struck a seemingly innocuous point, before what appeared to be a solid wall split in the center, opening up a dark stairway that had been unopened since the first Hokage had designed the office.

"What the…" Tsunade trailed off as blackness overcame her vision and she began falling forward, only for a purple-haired woman to appear and catch her, slowly lowering the incapacitated kunoichi to the ground.

"Thank you, Anko-chan."

"Of course, Mistress. Is everything going to plan?"

Naruko smiled and squeezed her slave's perfectly proportioned ass, her pet squeaking in surprise and pleasure, "Obviously. Now, give me a second."

The teen knelt down next to the unconscious woman, her soon-to-be property, and bit her thumb before swiping it over the diamond seal on her forehead and channeling an almost unfair amount of chakra into the older woman's favorite seal. A perfect replica of the Fifth Hokage appeared in a cloud of smoke and blinked. Naruko stood up and slapped the clone, hard. Nothing happened, except for the clone gaining a rather unimpressed frown.

"Was that necessary, miss?"

"Just had to be sure. You know the plan, send me a message if anything comes up."

The clone nodded and walked around to the Hokage's chair before sitting down and, ignoring the other women in the room, began working on the paperwork that remained.

Naruko nodded at Anko, who flipped Tsunade's unresponsive body over and drew her hands behind her back. Naruko took a scroll from her pack and unsealed the items within. What was revealed was certainly not part of the standard shinobi outfit.

Two leather bags were fit over the unconscious woman's hands before their cuffs were tightened and sealed with Naruko's blood. A metal clip connected the two together, leaving the older blonde's hands trapped behind her, forced into uselessness by the fetish mittens. Rope wound around her ankles and her knees, hobbling her.

Naruko gently pulled Tsunade's hair aside and slipped a shiny silver collar around the woman's gorgeous neck. From the front dangled a tag that simply read "Tsunade-chan, property of Mistress Naruko."

Reaching for her final item, Naruko gestured for Anko to hold Tsunade's hair. She then carefully maneuvered the bright-red ball between the older blonde's slack lips and fastened the leather straps behind her head, gagging her new pet. After all, she was likely to be quite cranky when she woke up.

Unseen were thousands of tiny seals etched into every piece of bondage gear. While they had a number of functions, the two most important were nullifying both Tsunade's ability to gather and manipulate chakra, as well as disable her impressive strength (chakra notwithstanding).

She rolled over the bound woman and, in a moment of inspiration, took a kunai and quickly cut holes through the other blonde's shirt, revealing her lovely nipples which capped the most glorious breasts of Konoha.

Smiling at her acquisition, Naruko leaned down and briefly suckled on the tits she had lusted after and now captured. With a smacking sound she released the tasty treats, leaned back and stood up, gesturing for Anko to pick up the helpless new slave.

Quick to obey, Anko slung the unconscious woman over her shoulder and with impressive speed disappeared down the dark, hidden staircase Naruko's deception had revealed.

Sharing a thumbs up with her clone that quickly looked up from her work, the young kidnapper took one last look around the office, making sure she hadn't missed anything. Smiling, she walked after her pets, disappearing into the shadows as the wall closed and sealed behind her.