<br/>The big busted redhead couldn’t quite believe the danger was past.  She breathed heavily—jiggling her chest deliciously for any who wished to appreciate.  She wasn’t particularly thinking of who she might appeal to right now.  Rather, she tensed, trying to turn sniffles into giggles.  She wiped at her wide eyes, “Kuso!” she hissed, “I haven’t had a real bout of post combat shakes since I was twelve!”  She reached for her wound to put pressure on it and stop the bleeding, but her fingers quiver.  “This is not the time...” she hissed.<br/>Then Mari, her friend, her lover, her savior—was there for her.  The other redhead’s hand pressed over the Kaname’s heart.  Pale blue chackra pulsed in that hand.  It warmed Kaname.  It pulsed to her heartbeat, flowed in her viels.<br/>“So warm,” the kunoichi whispered, eyes closing in rapture.<br/>