"Here it is, my room. You're the first person outside of Hanzo Academy to be properly allowed to see it, you know."

Asuka felt a little pride in that, for the matter of the fact, even though she couldn't help but wonder what happened to those who were not given explicit permission.

She followed Homura inside and shut the door behind her. Homura removed her blades, the main six which she wielded with three in each hand, as well as the unopened seventh blade on her back, from the straps attached to her uniform and placed them inside a metal case on top of her clothing dresser. Asuka took the chance to look around, remaining perfectly still as her eyes darted in all directions and took in the whole room. A ninja had to be diligent at all times, even when in the apparent safety of their own dormitory, so it was imperative that one's personal bedroom was kept at a minimalist design, lest a spy or villainous intruder break in and discover personal background on the ninja or their family. Asuka believed in such a teaching, but she had to admit it ruined some of the earlier anticipation of getting to see her girlfriend's bedroom when it ended up looking so plain in reality. At the least there was a desk, a dresser, a closet, windows, and a bed. That was just about what anyone could have needed for an appropriate room. She couldn't complain.

Asuka looked back at Homura again just in time to see the other girl stripping off her shirt, revealing her luscious, heavy bosom underneath. Her large breasts were safely contained in what amounted to just a few tightly-wound straps.

"Aah!" Asuka gasped, her face burning and slapping her hands over her eyes, "H-Homura-chan, w-what are you d-doing...?"

Homura chuckled. "Sorry, I just wanted to change into something more comfortable; I'd been running through obstacle courses all day until you showed up, so my uniform was a little sweaty!"

"Right...right..." Asuka peeked through the spaces between her fingers.

"And anyway, back when we used to be enemies, didn't we always keep ripping each other's clothes off? And there was that one time we all shared a hot spring together! We were naked back then!"

Asuka turned her head away, still flushed. "Yeah...but back then...we weren't dating yet..."

Homura hastily threw on some more casual wear, a simple white t-shirt with the academy's emerald-colored insignia on front. "Come on, you're the last person who should be worrying about decency, and so am I! Now, you said you brought some of your grandfather's sushi rolls for lunch, right? I can smell them...and let me guess...you have them hidden inside your boobs?"

Asuka tugged her shirt forward so she could reach inside, producing several bento-sized boxes from the apparent hammer space existing between her cleavage.

"I was able to keep it warm!"

"Now that's the ticket! Bring it over here; I'm starving, and Yomi's all-bean sprout diet isn't going to cut it!"

Homura and Asuka's shoulders brushed against each other as they sat down on the bed. Asuka had calmed down from seeing Homura strip, although the sight of her girlfriend's body clung to her mind like soap bubbles. She had also somewhat lied about the origin of the sushi rolls; she had, under the strict tutelage of her grandfather Hanzo, made the sushi rolls herself, just to share between her and Homura. She desperately hoped that her girlfriend would like them.

Homura nibbled on the end of the sushi roll and mewled upon pulling her face back. "Mm, these taste like heaven wrapped in seaweed...your grandfather really outdid himself this time!"

Asuka giggled, quite pleased with herself. "I'm glad! I'll make sure to tell him!"

Homura smiled back. She already knew that Asuka made these sushi rolls; in fact, she had been secretly observing her cooking session the entire time.

The two girls continued to eat and chat about whatever came to mind, mostly topics concerning their schoolwork and their friends. But even when together in their personal moments, they had to be wary of what they let fly from their lips. A ninja's duty was to keep his mind sharp and his tongue even sharper; they kept everything truly important about themselves against their chests or only vaguely referenced. As much as Asuka wished to hear Homura call her by her true name, she knew that it would be dangerous. Not because she didn't trust Homura, but because information could be obtained in many different forms which included torture. Asuka loved being a ninja, but, in layman's terms, it could really suck, especially when you were dating someone.

Homura laid back on her bed, pushing the empty lunch box aside. "Ah man that was good...really good...thanks for the lunch, Asuka. You - your grandfather is really good at this stuff. I don't have to pay or anything, do I? I mean, sushi like that, it almost makes me feel suspicious there's no bill attached."

"Of course you don't have to pay, Homura-chan!" Asuka laughed.

She splayed herself beside Homura on the bed, and their eyes locked for a few moments, the two of them simply staring at each other and saying nothing. Homura grinned. Asuka returned the smile. Homura reached out and her fingers slid through the spaces of Asuka's own hand, perfectly entwining them. Her smile grew even bigger, and Asuka flushed, hotter than the warmth emitting from Homura's clasped grip. Even when she swallowed, her throat felt like it was scorched. She eyed Homura's soft-looking lips with some emotion caught between want and apprehension. She'd never kissed anyone before; Homura seemed willing to appreciate Asuka's personal space and wait for her to come around. But still, Asuka hated to make her wait. She didn't want to wait much longer either. Homura was the person who had showed her a whole new side of this unforgiving ninja world they both inhabited, and even though they were supposed to fight on opposing sides, Asuka still knew full well that Homura was one of the kindest, sweetest people she had ever met outside of her own friends.

She moved in a little closer.

"Homura-chan..."

"Asuka..."

The room around them suddenly seemed to erupt with activity. A ceiling tile came loose, and Yomi and Hikage, two of Homura's friends, dropped to the floor. Haruka walked out of Homura's closet with a wave of her hand, and Mirai flew into the room through the window via a strong gust and her umbrella. The four ninja girls quickly gathered around the bed just as Homura's and Asuka's lips connected in an innocent, young kiss. However, just as quick as they had embraced each other in their gentle love, they broke apart to address the voyeurs openly watching them.

"You guys..." Homura's cheeks burned so bright she could have gotten a tan, "Oh, you've got to be kidding me..."

"Eep!" Asuka hid her face, a hapless attempt to soothe her furious humiliation.

"Wait! Wait wait wait! Kiss again! I didn't get to take a picture the first time!" Yomi complained, holding up her camera.

"I want to see too." Hikage remarked listlessly.

"Oh, Homura dear, please don't mind us one bit! We're just, ah, onlookers and we want to properly cheer on your absolutely adorable relationship with miss Asuka here! So you may continue with what you were doing...if you don't mind?" Haruka smiled through her teeth.

"No! No!" Mirai, the youngest member of the circle, stamped her feet and flung her arms up in defiance, "You can't really be with this girl, Homura-senpai! I mean...I mean...i-it's not like I like you or anything, but..."

Homura climbed off of her bed. The other girls stepped back; it was like a sudden, violent heat flash, being at the brunt end of the rage and fury that Homura was radiating from her body at that moment. Not even Asuka could have prepared for this sort of reaction. Homura was trembling from head to toe as her biting glare made connection with the four. Her dark-red aura was gushing in streams from the pores of her body.

"You guys...you may be my best friends, but...I'm not letting you get away with this, ruining my date!"

Asuka sat back and watched, silently, as Homura literally chased her friends around the bedroom for nearly an hour. The entire time, all the young woman could think about was how soft and sweet her girlfriend's lips had been when she finally kissed them.