Temari sighed as she moved through the dusty bookcases in the basement of a Konoha building. She was in the Leaf Village on assignment, at the orders of her brother, but she had seemingly been relegated to cleanup duty. She had requested some old scrolls that Konoha had taken from the Sand Village many years ago, intending to return them home as a gesture of peace, but the scrolls had long since been lost among the many others down here.
She coughed as she moved more scrolls, kicking up a large amount of dust, before forcing her way past another bookcase, entering one of the oldest storage areas. "Okay," she said, "they're probably around here." Temari started to move around, checking through some of the scrolls and looking for one with her village's mark upon it. Unfortunately, the marks on the outside of some scrolls had faded away, leaving her with little choice but to start opening them up.
Most of the scrolls had long since become blank, though eventually Temari picked one up and blinked. It was slightly different from the others, the paper much heavier, the string thick enough to have various faded symbols etched onto it. "Hm," she said, "this is probably one of ours." Slowly, Temari started to unwrap the scroll, removing the string carefully, before starting to unroll the paper carefully...<|im_end|>
The wards on the string had been getting weaker for the past few years, but so had the thing they had kept in. Long ago, a monster had been sealed away by the Sand Tribe; it was the stuff of legends and myths, no longer thought to be real. But it came out at night and ravaged women by the dozen, any woman who got too close to it was lost forever. Always, she would crave after the demon's touch, never being satisfied unless it was by her own hand. That demon was in the scroll that Temari had just picked up. As the wards on the string were broken, the demoness awoke and felt the wards on the scroll itself were weak from age. All that was needed was the page to be opened, and she could be free. It was so sudden that it even took the demoness by surprise, and she had to shake her head to clear it. All Temari would have seen was a flash of light marking the release of a jutsu.
Before her stood a woman that any man would die over seeing, and any woman would lust after, no matter how straight she might be. The woman stepped forward and brushed her hand against Temari's cheek. "Are you the one who released me?" she asked, smiling. "Thank you, my dear. I will have to reward you for it." Her eyes filled with lust.<|im_end|>