Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Kitsune-Neko ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: Azuka

Disclaimer: I do not Naruto and co, never have never will
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Chapter Three
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Sakura was the first to wake up. Something was touching her face, a soft flicking motion, like a live rope of silk that skimmed across her cheek and nose. She growled and snapped the offending thing away, pushing back into Naruto’s arm embrace.

The boy as snoring slightly, his fingers twitching and the muscle in his shoulder tensing. She smiled and shimmed further into him warmth, curling further back into him.

A thick whap on her nose made her eyes spring open. A large black face, toxic green eyes and round black ears.
“KYAAAAAA!!”
She shot upward, for a moment suspend in mid air before she landed on the bed, on the other side of Naruto on her hands and feet with her lips pulled away from her teeth.

Naruto came awake swinging, kicking he blankets off him in a flurry of movement that knocked him into Sakura, forcing her and him both to fall off the bed in a painful heap.

Neko leapt onto the bed, the giant panther hardly making the bed squeak with its enormous bulk, a testament to the beast grace and power.
“Sakura Haruno.”
Sakura’s head popped up over the edge of the bed, her short pink hair spraying in every direction, her eyes a murky green that spoke of not enough sleep.
“Y-YOU!”
She screamed and stood up, tumbling back over Naruto who took the time to sit up and rub his head.

Sakura’s thigh cracked into his nose as she tripped over him, again. Neko sighed and at down, his large tail flicking soundly.

Sakura was up in another instant.
“You need training, Sakura. Kyuubi will ensure your survival, but he cannot live your life for you. He will do everything within his power to ensure your safety. The container ill serve your needs and minimize your distraction and continue your bloodline.”

Once it as finished, the beast vanished with a soft pop and a whirl of smoke. Naruto chose to sit up then.
“Whoa! What the fuck was that?!”
Sakura sighed and stood up, ruffling her short hair back into proper place, once agai reminding Naruto of Kakashi.
“What the fuck is, right.”
“What as that thing anyway?”

Sakura shook her head, realizing she was still naked, and made her way to the bathroom door, adjoining to her bedroom. Naruto followed as she turned on the bathtub water and used the toilet.
“Don’t flush.”
“I know.”
“The ramen I promised you last night is in the fridge. It’ a big bowl, you’ll see it.”
“Thanks.”
He turned way and went to leave when Sakura’s arm snaked out and grabbed his wrist. She was still hunched over the bathtub and not facing him, but she stood up slowly, sensually and smirked.
“Thank you, Naruto. For sharing that with me last night.”
He blinked but smiled.
“Sharing what?”
She looped her arms around his neck and pressed her torso to his, purring softly without realizing it.
She is pleased with you, brat. You gave yourself to her last night.
“Oh! Oh that, well don’t worry Sakura. I don’t regret it.”
Her eyes widened, then narrowed in pleasure.
“OH really?”
“Aa.”
He answered just as huskily, leaning down to kiss her. She giggled and denied him, pulling back and shoving him out of the bathroom.
“Get going, you! Before I decide I’m not hungry for food!”

He was confused and scratched his head when he heard the shower start on the other side of the door.
Sex, moron.
Naruto growled.
“You don’t have to be such an ass about it, fucking fox. I’m new at this!”
“Naruto?”
Her head poked out, sopping wet, her pink hair shaggy and dripping. He swallowed as both him and the Kyuubi stared at her in brilliance.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Naruto whispered and Sakura blushed.
“N-Naruto?”
She smiled and shut the door.
“Go on!”
He snickered and turned to find his black and orange vest and pants, pulling them o and making his way to the kitchen.

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Sakura stretched her arms over her head, arching her back and flexing her thigh muscles and claves. Then she relaxed and let her arms drop, pulling them into a casual defense, while spreading her stance.

She wore a red tank top and black cargo pants, her hair still slightly damp was spiked and scooped forward to hang in her face, once again making Naruto imagine a female, pink haired Kakashi.

“Yo.”
“Well speak of the devil.”
Naruto grumbled, pulling out a kunai and twirling it. Sakura squealed.
“Kakashi! When’d you get back?”
The Jounin was lazily reading his Icha Icha Paradise, a hand stuffed in his pocket.
“A few hours ago. Why?”
He lifted a lazy eye to meet her gaze and Sakura snickered.
“Perfect.”
She charged suddenly, blurring so fast that Kakashi almost didn’t react.

Sakura stay low to the ground, her fingers almost touching the ground as she rocketed forward so fast, she almost lost balance. But amazing chakra control and Tsunade’s training proved to be the weighting factor, and Sakura executed her attack with beautiful grace and perfect timing.

But Kakashi wasn’t just anyone. He was Kakashi Hatake. Son of the White Fang. The Cop Ninja of Konoha, the Wielder of the Sharingan Eye.

He tipped backwards and landed on his right hand, previously in his pocket, and twirled as Sakura righted herself from the twisting ankle kick. She charged again without hesitation, slamming a fist into the ground near his hand. His eyes widened, but the moment the earth shifted under his palm and exploded, did Hatake Kakashi disappear in a puff of smoke, a log cracking against the upturning earth and whizzed towards Sakura.

The kunoichi saw it coming, but her muscles refused to comply.
“Sakura!”
She felt Kakashi’s chakra to her left and smirked. She leaned away at the same speed the log was surging towards her, then twisted faster and knocked aside the log with her ankle as if it were a simple game of baseball.

Kakashi opened his eye the moment he settled in his hiding place only to have a log blast him square in the face, the wood splintering under the pressure and previous attacks.
“Embarrasing…”
He mumbled as he opened his eye again, but Sakura’s fist was the only thing she saw. In the space of one heart beat and another, Sakura blasted through yet another shadow clone.
“Damnit!”
Instinct made her move, leaping upward, using chakra to hold her against the trunk like a cat, and leap away as kunai embedded in the two exact places she’d sat stationary for a second.

She cursed as she twisted in mid air, keeping herself moving in fluid speed to better dodge flying objects. Which is just what happened. She pulled two handfuls of kunai from her pouches, but didn’t release them. Instead she landed in a low crouch, looking up through her pink bangs, falling in her face very much like Kakashi’s did.

The hair kept its place, spiked upward in the back and long enough in the front to lazily stay aloof but leaned forward under its own weight.
She shook her bangs out of her face and surged forward again, only to see Naruto doing the same thing out of the corner of her eye. Snarling she changed tactics and jerked sharply to the side, setting sharp, tunneled eyes onto him. Naruto noticed her just as she approached and managed to twist and flip out of her way as she used her kunai like claws, and her amazing strength to upturn the earth, enabling him from reaching level ground.
“Sakura?!”

“This is a fight against me, Naruto! Its Kakashi and your turn to see how much I’ve really improved!”

Naruto nodded and redirected his attack on hers, landing near Kakashi as Sakura turned and rolled her shoulders, sinking low to the ground.
“What do you got, old man?”
Kakashi hummed in ignorance and glanced at his former student. Naruto flashed him a dry, irritated glare.
“I’m asking you if you have any idea’s!”
“Ah. Well, yes, I have a few.”

Sakura jerked forward, blurring so fast Naruto and Kakashi’s conversation was cut short almost as soon as it began.
She swiped at Kakashi and kicked at Naruto, keeping her attacks the same, yet varied.
Finding that fighting at the same time was turning out to be an advantage, Kakashi grabbed Naruto and haled him back a good fifty feet.
“You attack. I’ll over you.”
“Got it.”
Naruto raced forward, Sakura already on the run. Ten feet separated them, and Kakashi watched, waiting. He knew Sakura relied on her powerful strength, but just like Tsunade, it could be used as a major handicap.

Sakura glanced at him, and smirked, refocusing on Naruto. The two clashed, their chakra shoving against one another as it rippled tangibly in the air around them.

Kakashi frowned and pulled out his Icha Icha Paradise novel.
“Hmn.”
“Kakashi!!”
Naruto screamed, daring a glance over his shoulder, which happened to be down fall. Sakura twisted and kicked, twisted and kicked, twisted and kicked. The first blow started in hi stomach and moved up to his face. All within a breath, using as much strength as she dared into the blows without causing to much damage.

Naruto recovered almost instantly, and as he was pushed back, did a hand sign and six Naruto’s appeared on either side of him. Sakura smirked and lurched forward only to sense more than fifty Kakashi’s behind her. She leapt into the air, barely out running the kunai as they followed her up. Twisting over backwards and starting a spin, Sakura went into a flurry of movement, similar to Neji’s Whirling Technique, deflecting the kunai with her own, tucked between each knuckle.

Seconds before her twisting body made contact with the ground, Sakura pushed her chakra to a point, at the top of her head, intensifying her twirl with more chakra and dug herself straight down into the earth.

Kakashi frowned and made absent note of the kunai he had left. Naruto was looking around, two kunai still in his left hand. One wrapped around his thumb.
“Shit.”
Kakashi pulled out his dirty book again and stuffed his hand into his pocket.
“What are you doing?!”
Naruto snarled and jogged over to the older nin, keeping an eye peeled for his girlfriend while Kyuubi tracked down her sent and the natural feel of his mate’s container.

When the fox was incapable of locating her, he indulged Naruto with the fact that she was moving to fast for him to track to swiftly and too unpredictably.

“Kakashi-.”
“She’s circling us like a shark, her turns getting tighter and tighter.”
“Below us?”
“She’s using clones. She’s under ground, she in the tree’s… I can’t seem to find the real one, however.”
He said absently, his eye squinting as he put away the book and pulled down his mask and lifted his head band.

Naruto smirked and cracked his knuckles.
“Alright! Lets start this show!”
The world suddenly began to tremble, and the two put their backs to each other in a subconscious reaction to danger and adrenaline.

Naruto was beyond excited, Sakura had indeed improved, and not only that, but she managed to completely stump both Kakashi AND the Kyuubi.
“Brat…”
The fox barely opened his eyes, and Naruto snickered at him through the cage.
“I thought you always wanted a powerful mate.”
“Foolish child. I have a powerful mate. He only made your’s that much ’more’ powerful… Incase you haven’t noticed.”

Naruto and Kakashi’s hearts nearly stopped with the trembling, and Kakashi suddenly moved, biting his thumb and doing hand sign’s.
“Too late!”
Sakura came out of the ground at his feet, up swinging hard enough to take off his head. Craning himself backwards and shoving Naruto off balance.
“Oro-!”
Naruto’s confusing came to an end with another Sakura replica slammed her fist into his mouth, brining him up off his feet and over Kakashi’s head. The Sakura against Kakashi found a double and kicked him in the stomach, swinging him under Naruto and into the hands of the third Sakura.

Suddenly Sakura’s, all carrying kunai in her fists, surged out of the tree line, exploded out of the earth under them. Even more duplicates rushed in behind the rest, doing hand sign’s and using Earth Seal’s, harnessing the powerful upturning earth plates and using them against Naruto and Kakashi as they dodged and killed copy after copy of Sakura’s.

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Naruto cheered when they came in sight of the Ichiraku. Sakura smiled and slipped up beside the boy as he lowered his arm. Naruto blinked in surprise, then closed his eyes and grinning, his whiskers making him look even more fox-like. Sakura sighed and kissed his cheek.
“You’re too cute, Naruto.”
She giggled and slipped her arm around his waist. Naruto curled his hand into a fist and drew her closer.
“Not as cute as you are.”
She blushed, but blinked at him, then made a funny face.
“That was so cheesy.”
He snickered and licked her cheek.
“You blushed.”
“Ah! Naruto!”
She whined and wiped her face with the back of her hand, whimpering softly. Naruto snickered and lifted the flap to the Ichiraku and let her in first, then followed in behind her.

Kakashi blinked, stared at the two, then pulled out his Icha Icha Paradise book and walked away.

“Oro-! Where’d Kakashi go?”
Naruto noticed a second after Sakura sat down. The pink haired kunoichi blinked and turned around.
“Hmn.”
She sniffed then made a funny face.
“He’s… Reading his books.”
Naruto closed his eyes and turned towards her, his own face screwed in thought.
“Nani? How’d you know-?”
He tipped his head to the side at her suddenly blush and shy glance at him. His eyes widened, then he grinned, looping an arm around her shoulders.
“So…-”
“Baka-da!”
She screeched and shoved him out of his seat. Naruto was reduced to a fit of giggles as he pulled himself back up into his seat.
“Naruto-kun! So glad your back!”
“Aha! Hey old man! How’ve you been?”
“Nearly out of business since you’ve been gone!”
“Ahaha! I’m back now though!”
“That’s right! Ahaha!”

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Her right hand lifted to the left corner of her mouth. She rested the middle knuckle against her lips and kissed it gently with a soft ‘pout’ of her lips.

Her lips then spread in a demonic grin, her tongue snaking out to drag up to the tip of that pointer finer, the nails gleaming brightly as she elegantly spread her finger’s against her chin, raising one after another gracefully until she was drumming her jaw-line in speculation.
“How interesting.”
She tilted her head to the side, her bangs sliding softly against her fingertip and catching before kissing her cheek.

:Haruno-sama. What have you found?:
She lifted that same hand from her face and pressed it against the continuously erratic da-duhmp of the jugular artery, just below that delicate curve of her jaw-bone. She pressed a small black button and purred softly as she spoke.
“Hold all positions.”
She dropped her hands and placed her hand back down on the branch she was elegantly crouching with the back of her calves pressed firmly but comfortably against her thigh’s, supporting all her weight on balls of her feet.

Her thumbs pressed tightly together as her purr turned sensual as she lifted her chin and looked down the bridge of her nose at her prey, as they walked towards the Gate’s of Konoha.

She pulled herself back into shadow, her eyes flashing bright toxic green as she fell silently off the branch, catching herself on a lower one and rolled under it to suspend herself on the bottom side of the branch. Her eyes narrowed as she unfolded, a subtle and steady flow of carefully concealed chakra keeping her grounded to the branch as her pink hair dropped straight and hung, swaying in the cold, night breeze.

Below her, only seen to her by the bright red and green outline of their body heat. She tilted her head and widened her eyes as her pupils expanded to conceal the entire orb of her eye, throwing her vision into so sharp a focus that color bled out and was replaced by movement and body heat. The only thing discernable in the muted surroundings.

Her ears began to ring with the music of the forest around her, her fingertips flexing in the fingerless black glove’s, her nails hardening and flexing, retracting as the knuckles in her fingertips changed and morphed.

The muscles in her body tensed and reformed, Sakura bent her knee’s, feeling the velvet slide of muscle on muscle as she crouched upside down on the branch, her opponent’s directly below her.

Her eyes flashed toxic green again as the chakra flow in her ankles coiled backwards and reabsorbed. She fell through the air silently, wearing a skin tight black jumpsuit with a ninja vest and black wrappings down her thigh’s and claves.

She landed even more silently behind them in a wide crouch, almost like a posing feline as she tested the air around her, giving the impression of a cat swishing the tip of its tail in careful calculation.

The intruder ninja consisted of a tall male and a short female; a young woman. The girl wore a simple kimono with striking red hair and round hips. The man wore a black ninja’s uniform with a green sword at his hip.

“You are trespassing.”
She whispered before sliding back into shadow, under the cover of a thick branch over-head, the full moon glaring down the path and splashing it with shadows.

The man whipped around, the young woman simply froze.
“Who are you?”
Sakura reached into her hi slowly, knowing he man couldn’t see her, but knew full well that he could probably sense her movement. She placed the ANBU mask in place, a pink cat with outlined eyes and slightly pointed ears.

She rose elegantly, stepping forward and out of the shadow’s. The man sucked in a sharp breath, most of his face wrapped in white bandages much like the Mist Ninja, Zabuza.
“I am Medial Ops, ANBU Squad Leader of Konoha. You are trespassing. Leave. Now.”
She purred, walking subtly forward, her movements as silky as velvet, as fluid as water. The man gulped, his eyes flying up to hers. Sakura paused and stopped, widening her stance slightly.

Tilting her head suddenly, Sakura’s eyesight refocused to a more sharper, more human-like focus. She licked her lips under the mask and purred, lifting her chin slightly and exposing her throat.
The young woman turned around fluidly, her simple kimono flaring around her as she snapped out a a hand full of hair thin needle’s. Sakura’s eyesight focused sharply, enough for her to focus on each and every one of the fifty needle’s and see the poisonous thread wrapped around them.

She slipped into the side’s, embellishing herself in the shadow’s once more. The man cursed.
“Do you realize what you just did!?”
The girl had pitch black eye’s, her hair fanning out unnaturally as her chakra expanded sharply.
“Silence.”
“You just attacked an ANBU-.”
The man gasped as the soft flutter of her kimono resettled. He looked down to see a single needle embedded I his breast.
“Remove it and you’ll die.”
She whispered softly, tilting her head up at him slightly while she gazed out in a random direction. The depthless lack eyes swirled as her own unseen pupils expanded, throwing the world into stark relief. Shadow’s were gray and penetrable, light was shimmering silver and anything solid was a depthless void, haloed with chakra.

The girl was staring straight at Sakura, who with enlightened sense’s, stared right back.
“Continue.”
She whispered softly to the man, starting forward with the same buoyancy that Sakura possessed.
The man bowed and vanished in a swirl of shadow’s.
“You cannot hide form me.”
The young woman whispered as she came to a stop.
“I am made of the shadow.”
Sakura suddenly choked, her position victimized by an unseen hand, ripping the air form her lungs and turning her blood to ice.
“I have you now.”
The girl’s lips twitched with the ghost of a smile, her eyes unseeing even as they locked dead on Sakura’s form.
“Who are you?”
Sakura hissed, her hair fluffing slightly, as if she’d stuck her fingertip against a wire fence. Her eyes glowed ungodly green, her nails flexing out at full lengths as she trained against the unseen force.
“You cannot escape this.”
Her voice was a whisper, a hushed amusement that belonged with an old woman who lived in a portrait with hundred’s of bodies at her throne step and beauty to stun even the gods themselves.

Sakura closed her eye’s against the depthless swirl of the young woman’s stare. Flexing her muscle’s, Sakura felt elation wash through her as her chakra line expanded and wrapped tightly around each muscle, sinking into the tissue and filling each cell.
“You don’t know me very well.”
The girl’s left eyebrow twitched ever so slightly, the twitch of a frown making the younger girl tilt her head slightly.
“You are possessed.”
“Wrong.”
Sakura flashed a toothy grin at the younger ninja, pulling her arms up, as if surrounded in quick sand. The tendons in her shoulders and neck strained as the muscles bunched and hardened.
“I am empowered.”
Shooting forward, Sakura’s burst form the shadow’s, breaking an unseen barrier, shattering the barrier and returning it to a more natural darkness. The young girl stared at where Sakura had been, but she reacted all the same to the ANBU captain’s approach. A flutter of cloth and light squeak of Sakura’s movement’s filled the night as the Konoha ninja flipped in mid air to evade the first set of needle’s, stretching out with a foot to crush the younger woman’s face. The unknown ninja’s swept elegantly and swiftly to the side, spinning on the spot and chopping down into Sakura’s stomach. Sakura took the hit and still managed to spin and land on the balls f her feet and the tips of her finger’s. Sweeping out sideway’s, Sakura attempted to knock the ankles out from below the girl, but the ninja evaded with perfect for, bending over backwards and flipping out of the way.

Sakura was already on the move, brining an uppercut into the younger girl’s sternum as she righted herself. The red-head took the punch and rolled away form it, bringing her elbow back into the spot where the back of Sakura’s head had been. Sakura popped up behind that elbow as it jerked to a quick stop and made its return trip in precise form. Grabbing that elbow with her right hand, she grabbed the back of the girls neck and kicked her knee’s out and dropped the girl, slamming her face first into the ground and holding her their while she straddled the girl, immobilizing her free arm an blocking her only other exit points with her other leg and body weight.

“Who sent you?”
No answer. The girl wasn’t even breathing heavily.
“You will not escape next time. For now, I will retreat.”
“No one said you’re going any-.”
The girl’s suddenly popped like a bubble, leaving behind a cloud of smoke that made Sakura’s tilt and freeze, before regaining her balance.
“Fuck…”
She lifted her hand to her throat and pressed the small black button.
“Status report.”
:Nothing out of the ordinary, H-Hyuuga out.:
:Same here, Captain. Ookami out.:
:Two trespasser’s. Should I engage? O’Hara over.:
“Negative, O’Hara. I handled them, they are leaving. Do not engage.”
:Understood. O’Hara out:

Sakura dropped her hand and sighed, reaching up to take her mask off, a soft glisten kissed her skin as she looked up at the moon.

~~

Sakura bowed before the Fifth Hokage in full gear, her mask a dull ashen gray with pink swirls to math the color of her hair. Her bang’s ghosting down the side of the mask’s forehead and jawbone.

“Mission accomplished. Well done.”
“Arigato.”
Her squad echoed her. Hinata stood directly behind her, only a foot to the right, as she was Sakura’s personal assistant. Two rookie’s were behind them, strategically placed at the back of the room.

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Entering Sakura’s apartment, the first thing you would notice, was the trail of clothing, a black vest flopped gracelessly on the floor, tossed to the side of the small hallway. A trail of black wrapping followed a trail into the bed room, breaking off in random spots only to pick up again. Once in the bedroom, the sound of running water became prominent. On the bed a black body suit was carelessly tossed.

From the cracks of the door, steam rolled and brought forth interesting evidence of two people in that shower. A feminize whine and a baritone whisper undertone that echoing splash of water droplets on slick plastic.

Inside’s the couple were to be seen through the foggy mist, against a shower wall beautiful pink haired woman under a bronzed god with blonde hair.

A thick and strong hand smoothed over the top of Sakura’s thigh and lifted her leg up and out, pushing the her flush against the tiled wall of the shower stall, her breasts flattening against the cold surface.
“Naruto…”
She whined and lifted her chin to press her throat against the tile’s, her hair damp but not wet, still in its Kakashi-like style.

Naruto however, was soaked, having his beautiful girlfriend grace him with her presence in the shower, after reporting to the Hokage.
“Damn, Sakura…”
His baritone voice quivered as he kissed her shoulder, she arched against him, rolling her hips and stomach to touch as much as him as she could in one, body rolling sweep.

Naruto hissed and bared his teeth against her skin, pulling her leg back to wrap round his waist at an odd, unnatural angle. Sakura bent with it, her spine arching sharply against him to keep balance in the exotic position. Her right hand came up to press against the wall, her left hand following the unnatural bend of her hip and thigh, until she reached his hip, feeling him undulate smoothing against her.

She brought her chin down, twisting her face to press her cheek against the tile.
“Harder, Naruto-kun…Onegia…”
“Iie… I want it slow, koishii…”
Sakura hissed and screwed her eyes shut as he smoothly squeezed into her, slowly and causing a heavy friction.
“Damn…”
“See, now just enjoy it.”
He lifted his head to kiss her temple as her left leg began to shake from the strain of holding her weight in such a bizarre position. Naruto made it a bit easier and lifted his own left hand and pressed it against her groin, holding her up with sheer brute strength, lifting her up onto her toes.

She whined again and opened her eyes, rolling her head back and arching her spine further to touch the top of her head against his shoulder.
“Gods… Sakura, how can you bend like this?”
He purred, pressing his forehead onto her won and kissing her cheek. She purred in response and lifted her right hand to touch the underside of his chin, her fingertips dancing down his throat.
“I am kunoichi, Naruto… I can do almost anything.”
He purred, his grin growing as he sharply dove onto her, just to hear her shuddered, high pitched whine. Growling softly he bent his own spine to lower his head near her ear and nip, just enough to cause a pinch of pain. She hissed and lazily rolled her head away from him, flashing her teeth in displeasure. He growled and followed her, sucking sharply on the pulse at her throat. Sakura stilled and began to purr, softening under him. Satisfied, Naruto pulled out, only encasing the tip of his own pulsing flesh, he drove steadily into her, picking up a bit of pace as he went.
“O-oh…y-yeah…”
Sakura preened and dropped her forehead against the cool tiles as Naruto pace picked up enough for her to feel his body clap against hers.

His hand smoothed up her back, then grasped the back of her neck, his fingertips digging into her muscles soothingly as he picked up his pace even further, shuddering as he widened his stance.

~~

Sakura ran her fingers through her hair, looking very much like a cat after licking its paw and cleaning it fur.

Naruto lay on the bed with his arms behind his head, only wearing a towel with his right leg hanging over the side.
“You’re incredibly sexy, you know that right?”
She froze, turning to look over her shoulder at him, angling herself for him to see half of her ANBU tattoo.

He tilted his head at her, smirking in arrogant male pride as his eyes drifted down her bare back and exposed behind.
“Sexy muscles… sexy hair…sexy ass…”
“Naruto. You think Kakashi has sexy hair as well?”
His eyes snapped up to hers, flashing scarlet as he took in a shaky breath. His eyebrows lowered as he tilted his head further.
“You know…”
He took a hand out from behind his head and pointed at her, closing one eye.
“Now that you mention it, Kakashi is sexy. Very, now that I look back on it.”
He replaced his hand and gazed up at the ceiling.
“I mean, you don’t think he’s sexy?”
Sakura stared at him for a moment, questioning his sanity when suddenly his chest expanded and he smirked, that mirth reaching his eyes as they darted across the ceiling.

She rolled her eyes then, and turned back towards her drawer to pull out a pair of black thong panties. Pulling them up she glanced over her shoulder with a seductive sigh, giving him a hooded stare.
Naruto growled and sat up. She snickered and bent over to grab her pants. The blonde was behind her before she could stand, making her gasp and ‘tsk’ at him.
“We don’t have time for this, Naruto.”
“I understand that.”
“We have to go and see the Fifth Hokage.”
“I understand that too.”
He whispered, lips brushing up along the column of her throat. She shivered and reached up to slide her fingertips up his cheek.
“Naruto-kun…”
“Ahem.”
Naru to growled fiercely, and Sakura somehow managed to twist out of Naruto’s hold before he could tighten and ended up rocking forward only to twist his torso around to see the intruder.

Sakura was crouching on top of the dresser , her lips pulled back in a silent snarl.
“Fucking damnit Sai! Don’t you have a fucking life outside of fucking with mine and Sakura’s?!”
The black haired, black eyed (former Root ANBU division member) member of Team Kakashi tilted his head with his trade-mark smile.

Sakura gracefully dropped off the dresser with an agitated hiss.
“Well, well, Sakura, its appears you look much worse with your clothes off. Have I told you lately that you’re fat?”
Naruto’s eyes widened.
“Bastard--!”
“--son of a bitch! I’ll kill you!”
Sakura dove at him, hands out like claws. Sai kept his smile and opened his eyes, reaching over his shoulder to grab his sword. Sakura dropped out of the air and rolled, springing up in front of him so fast he didn’t even react. Sakura kicked him upside the head and landed on the balls on her foot.

Sai crashed onto the bed, but managed to right himself in a crouch, wiping his thumb across his bottom lip and glancing at the blood. Naruto glanced at his mate in concern, then looked pointedly at Sai.
“What do you want, bastard?”
“I came here under the order’s of the Hokage. Apparently, their’s a mission.”

Sakura was still heaving in anger as she glanced over her shoulder at Naruto, her bang’s sliding across her forehead. Naruto licked his lips, then glared at Sai.
“I’ll kill you one of these day’s, you son of a bitch.”
Sai smiled again, his eyes closing. It made Naruto shiver at how good the ninja was becoming more ‘convincible’ with each passing day.