Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Icha Icha Sakura ❯ Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Sakura stared at the orange-covered book on her desk. There were impressive piles of papers on either side of the book and she knew she should be working on those rather than thinking about that book. Piles of files, charts, reports, miscellaneous journals, and more things she even cared to think about stacked into two wobbly towers.

Arriving at work early this morning, she had snuck into Tsunade-shishou's office and had planted the book on her desk, weighing it open to the pages displaying the images resembling her large-breasted teacher. At least the dirty old man had been smart enough to not put her likeness on the cover, however he had been dumb enough to include her likeness inside them. And he had underestimated the resourcefulness and desire for vengeance this little pink haired kunoichi possessed.

Just why she had brought this other orange book to work was unclear. She could rationalize she'd just picked it up with the copy for shishou except she'd been reading this one in her bedroom last night and she had left shishou's copy on the coffee table. That meant there was no way the two of them could both have accidentally fallen into her bag.

The third book she'd hidden safely away. Nothing said guilt and embarrassment like hiding something in your underwear drawer.

Why was she having such problems with this? She was old enough to legally purchase the books; had been for years. She was a mednin who understood the workings of the human body and she'd even had a few boyfriends willing to help further her knowledge of human anatomy and such things. Hell, she'd probably done some of the things in those books. Well, after recalling some of the images Kakashi had taken such joy in teasing her with, she had probably only done a few of the more basic depictions. Why he enjoyed teasing her, she'd never know.

But the books held a certain fascination for her. These were what her sensei had been reading all these years. Even when sparing, he had continued reading one of those books. At least he used to. Once they had all made jounin he actually needed to pay attention to their practices. For Sakura, just examining the first few pages of that book had her blushing yet he was able to read them with an almost bored expression on his face. (Excepting a giggle here and there, but they were an uncommon occurrence and more than a little unnerving.) Surely he wasn't that cold and uninterested in real relationships. In all the years she'd known him, she'd only seen him date a few women casually. Certainly no one long-term.

She couldn't see why; he could have any woman he wanted. A man who looked as good as he did would never have trouble finding a woman and the mask only added to his general air of mystery. From his injuries on missions, she'd seen him without select pieces of clothing and while his body was quite scarred, he was also unbelievably sexy. His body was better built than a good number of younger shinobi, and the way his pants clung to his ass… sometimes it was just begging to be slapped.

Oh, my god! What was she thinking? She bent over to set her elbows on her desk, resting her forehead in her hands. Was she thinking these things about Kakashi-sensei? What was she doing sitting behind her desk at work thinking about how good Kakashi's ass looked? It must be the little orange book sitting on her desk. Yep, that book had already corrupted her nice clean mind.

Oh, face it; your mind has never been that clean.

Who asked you?

You grew up with a teacher that read porn in public and a teammate who trained with Jiraiya and says the first thing that comes into his mind whether it's dirty or not. And it's usually dirty.

Oh, shut up.

And apparently that little orange book had also brought out a hidden desire for older men. Men she'd known since she was a teenager. But they were just so drop-dead gorgeous! Her dreams last night had been filled with a half-naked Genma doing unbelievably erotic things to her, touching her in some very private and wonderfully sensitive places. And she had really, really liked it. If in real life he was anywhere close to as good as he was in her dreams…

She groaned, grabbed the book and shoved it into a drawer. There was no way she could read this outside her home. She never should have removed the book from her apartment. Banishing all dirty thoughts from her mind, she turned to her stacks of paper and attacked the first one, hoping to get enough done in the next hour before rounds so she could leave a bit early. And take that orange book with her.

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Throughout the day, Sakura's thoughts continued to return to that book. She had only read through the first three chapters last night, but she'd become completely engrossed in them. Her blush had faded away by the time she reached the second chapter, replacing it with a keen interest. The only thing that bothered her was some of the images. They looked too much like her and Genma doing some very dirty things. Apparently enjoyable, but quite dirty images that had continued into her dreams.

There wasn't much of a storyline for the book, which wasn't surprising. It mostly consisted of Saruka jumping Jemna various places around town, where she was panting and/or screaming his name. It became more and more obvious that Jiraiya was not that original in his character naming or his plotlines, but in reality, unlike the book, she had never jumped Genma…

She had to admit, some of Jiraiya's drawings were pretty hot and even though the plot was predictable, as she read the book she found herself becoming more and more aroused. By the time she'd completed the third chapter she was in need of some release with no ready male companion to assist her. Or female if she'd leaned that way.

It was at this point she took a look at her life. She was alone right now and had been for the past few months. Her last date had been a disaster and she'd decided to give up on the whole dating thing for a while, meaning she also gave up sex. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd had sex. But thanks to the little orange book, there was now an idea stirring in her head.

For the past few years Genma had pestered her for dates, and never fazed by her constant rejection, he continued to ask. She knew he held no desire for a committed relationship, only a quick bit of release which was something she found herself in desperate need of right now. So what would be the harm? And then she could see if those drawn pictures of them were accurate.

Like the scene in the shower…

Oh, god! She had to stop doing this!

(mental slap)

Back to work, back to work, think about the broken leg and not what Genma's mouth could do to her body…

(mental slap)

Try it again. Concentrate. This man's bone is sticking out of his leg, now is not the time to be thinking about how hot Genma's mouth would be against her cool skin. Or Kakashi's ass. His nice rounded…

(mental slap)

Leg. Leg. Leg. Leg. Just think about repairing this leg. Think of something disgusting, something to stop thinking about sex.

She took a deep breath.

Jiraiya! That's it; think about Jiraiya… with very few clothes on… no, naked… in a very cold place…

Unconsciously she made a very rude snorting sound. When she realized she'd done it out loud, she quickly tried to smother the noise with a cough. The aide assisting her gave her a strange look, but didn't say anything.

Sakura wasn't sure what was worse, being haunted by dirty images of Genma and Kakashi or thinking of Jiraiya cold and naked. She sighed; this was going to be a very, very long day.

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“Sakura-chan!” She had just stepped outside the front doors of the hospital to see the exuberant blond man jump off a nearby retaining wall and come to greet her with a hug big enough lift her off the ground.

“Naruto! Let go - can't breathe!” She managed to gasp out, trying to push the overenthusiastic man away.

“Oh, sorry.” He smiled sheepishly and released her to scratch the back of his head, slightly embarrassed. She panted for a few moments, trying to regain her breath.

“How was the mission?” she was finally able to gasp out.

“Oh, nothing out of the ordinary. You know, kill a few people, steal a scroll, fight for your life, kill a few more people, the usual.”

Sakura smiled at the strange look they got from a civilian couple leaving the hospital. While Konoha was the Hidden Leaf village, there were a number of people who had minimal exposure to the shinobi and considered their way of life rather strange. Not to mention their odd topics for conversation and casual treatment of killing things.

“I just dropped off my report to Tsunade-no-baachan, and since Hinata's still on her mission, I thought I'd see if you want to grab dinner.”

“So I was your second choice?” she said, pretending to be irritated.

“Ummm… yeah?” he asked with a worried look, actually picking up on her irritation but not quite sure why.

She bumped him playfully with her shoulder. “I guess that's okay. Ramen at Ichiraku?”

“What else?” His usual grin made her smile. After all these years, his personality hadn't changed much. Physically he was a tall, strong, well-built man who had started to turn heads, but to her he was still the same old Naruto. Over-enthusiastic and determined to get what he wanted.

“How are things going with Hinata?”

“Great, but she won't be back for another week. It's just not the same without her around…”

Naruto and Hinata had only started dating about a year earlier. Out of the blue, Hinata's father had told her about a marriage the family elders had arranged for her and, after more than twenty years, she had finally confronted him. Of course, before she actually stood up to her father, she had been listening to Sakura, Ino and Tenten telling her for the last ten of those years that she needed to be more assertive and to do what she wanted.

But the day had finally come, so telling her father she no longer wanted to be the family heir, she said Hanabi was more than capable of taking her place and she stormed out of the house. After walking around a short while to build up her courage again, she marched over to Naruto's and asked if he wanted to go on a date with her. The rather stunned man, still oblivious to the fact the girl had had a crush on him for the past ten years, had agreed and they'd quickly become almost inseparable, to the point that she had moved in with him. Sakura was proud of her friend and figured it was only a matter of time before Naruto asked her to marry him and if he didn't soon, who knows, maybe Hinata would find her courage again and ask him.

“Can we stop by the jounin headquarters first? I want to see if i've been assigned any new escort missions.” Sakura asked, leading the way. Escort missions tended to be the only ones a shinobi would have advance notice on. They were subject to change, of course, depending on assignments to more short-notice and urgent missions of other sorts.

“Okay!” He replied enthusiastically. His hands were entwined behind his head, his elbows stuck out to the sides and his face pointed to the clouds. As they walked, Sakura could sense he had something he wanted to talk about.

“Spit it out, Naruto. I can tell you're going to explode soon if you don't ask me whatever question you have that's been bothering you.”

“Ah… You know me too well, Sakura-chan.” he laughed nervously and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “I was wondering if you've seen Jiraiya's latest Icha Icha book.”

“Icha Icha Confessions? Yep, I saw it and took care of it.”

“Took care of it?” Naruto turned his head to look at her. “What'd you do?”

The evil smirk that spread across her face sent a shiver down his spine. “I found one of his older books that had an image of shishou in it and left it for her to find. She's threatened everyone in the hospital that if they heal him in the slightest during the next two weeks they'll have to answer to her.”

Naruto gave her a wide-eyed expression. “Wow. Remind me not to piss you off.”

“Damn straight.” She said with a nod. “I can take you apart and refuse to fix you when I'm done.”

Naruto smiled nervously. Kakashi-sensei was right, Sakura could be scary sometimes.

By this time they'd made it into headquarters and entered the general lounge. Sakura went right for the posting board while Naruto called out a greeting to Shikamaru and stood talking with his old friend. Concentrating on the board, she didn't even notice Genma lean against the wall to study her.

“Sakura…” She turned her head and was surprised to see him standing next to her.

“Genma.” She nodded her head politely in greeting.

“I was wondering if you'd like to get a drink with me sometime.” Sakura's full attention turned to the senbon-sucking man. Apparently he'd also seen the latest Icha Icha.

Her eyes settled on his lips. She'd heard great things about his mouth from other women while in the baths. She also knew how he tended to go through a new woman every week, which, right now would be a good thing. Just a one night stand, something to ease her sexual frustrations, all brought about by that stupid book.

For the first time, she now seriously considered his offer. He was quite a bit older, maybe older than even Kakashi, but like Kakashi, he really didn't look it. She was into her twenties herself and a relationship with an older man didn't sound as odd as it had a few years ago. Besides, it wouldn't be relationship exactly. She had no illusions that just going for a drink would lead up to bed and that the next morning he would disappear and right now it sounded like exactly what she needed.

And if he was half as good as Jiraiya had portrayed in that book…

“Sure.” She replied, a playful glint in her eyes.

“How about tonight?” he had moved a little closer and she could catch his faint scent, pleasing and slightly musky.

“Okay, where?”

“How about the Corner Bar that all the shinobi frequent? Around eight?”

She nodded and gave him a smile. “Sounds good-” Sakura's voice cut off by Naruto dragging her away. “Hey, Naruto, what do you think you're doing?” When he finally stopped to look at her he spoke in a harsh whisper.

“Sakura! Were you making a date with Genma?”

“Yeah, tonight after dinner.” She stopped in surprise. The blond boy was growling, anger apparent in his eyes as they took on the harsh glow from the fox. “What are you doing?” she said, smacking him on the back of the head. “I don't need any of that 9-tails territorial-crap right now. I'm your friend, not your lover.”

“Oww! Sakura-chan!” He grumbled and rubbed the back of his head, his eyes returning to normal. “It's Genma! We've been on missions with him! You know what he's like! What were you doing making a date with him?

“You're sounding like an over-protective mother, Naruto.”

“You know he's only after one thing!”

“Of course I know,” she said looking annoyed. “That's why I want to go out with him.”

“Sakura-chan?” His eyes wide, he looked at her like she had just grown another head and it had started singing Broadway show tunes.

“Naruto, I can't remember the last time I had a date, much less sex! Between missions and working at the hospital, there just hasn't been time for anything else. Right now, I have an itch that he can scratch.” She pulled him out of the building. “Now hurry up or I won't have time for dinner before meeting him at the bar.” A rather dazed Naruto followed obediently behind her.

Leaving so quickly, they didn't even notice as Kakashi also pulled his friend aside.

TBC…