Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Sacrificial Beauty ❯ 4 Days, 3 ½ Weeks, and 3 Months ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Kagomaru 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.09.2009 | Updated On: 08.03.2012 | Pages: 5 | Words: 7.3K | Visits: 778 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.09.2009 | Updated On: 08.03.2012 | Pages: 5 | Words: 7.3K | Visits: 778 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto or any of its characters, that right is reserved for Masashi Kishimoto.
Japanese vocabulary to know:
Okaasan- mother/ mom, a formal version would be different.
Otousan- father/ dad, a formal version would be different.
Kuso- think of it as the equivalent to the English swear word shit.
Kami-sama- god, and yes you do have to use the sama because kami alone means hair.
Please Read and Review, because it fills me with LOVE! Also, feel free to leave criticism or suggestions, I can take it! ^_^v
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Chapter 6: 4 Days, 3 ½ Weeks, and 3 Months
After getting over the initial discomfort of their first date Ino was immensely relieved. They had idly discussed their teams and things they enjoyed during dinner and, despite Neji’s natural propensity for quiet and solitude, they had managed to avoid any more awkwardness.
Or at least they had until they left the restaurant.
Suddenly Ino didn’t know what she was supposed to do. Was it her job to ask him out for a second date since he had asked the first time? Was he supposed to walk her home? Was she supposed to kiss him goodnight? …Surely not.
But her thoughts stopped their pacing when Neji looked at her with his inscrutable white/grey eyes.
“Would you like to choose our next activity?” Neji’s words struck her as both funny, and stiffer than anything else he had said all night; but she couldn’t laugh because he was trying so hard to be a gentleman.
“Well…” A smile split her face and a fire burned in her eye Neji wasn’t entirely certain he was comfortable with. “We could always spar with each other, fight till we drop. My mother’s always said that you don’t know someone until you’ve beaten them half to hell and back, though I think that’s just because she enjoys beating on her old teammates so much…”
Ino stopped when she realized that not only was she rambling horribly, but Neji was looking at her as if she’d just proposed they have tea with Gai-sensei and Lee-san to discuss the beauty of youth. ‘Shit, backtrack, backtrack!’
“Or we could just have dinner again, I know a nice place that—“
Before she could finish Neji interrupted her. “No, it’s a good idea. Training ground eight tomorrow morning okay?” Ino couldn’t have been more surprised by his words. As a jounin it was in Neji’s nature to give out orders, not courteously entertain ideas (especially crazy ideas) concocted by chuunin medics.
Ino’s smile was brilliant. “Would nine be good for you? I usually help my parents out in the mornings until then.”
Neji’s smile in return was small, but still not something she was used to seeing. It warmed her. “I’ll be waiting then.” And with an abrupt ‘poof’ he was gone.
Ino felt like laughing-- that was probably the closest he had ever come to running away from someone, and of all people it had been Yamanaka Ino… It was endearing really.
The entire walk home she found herself thinking about how many new surprises this new ‘relationship’ was already providing, and when she opened the door she was feeling rather optimistic.
Until of course she saw her mother lying in wait for her, innocently sipping a cup of tea at the kitchen table. The smile on Ino’s face crumpled only slightly too slowly to be missed by Yamanaka Shizo, who smiled like a cat sitting in a vat of cream.
“How was Neji-san doing, Ino? I haven’t seen him the last few times I was visiting with his aunt, and I couldn’t help wondering.” For all that Ino loved her mother she really hated her sometimes.
When Ino said nothing and crossed her arms as she stared hard at her mother, Shizo set her cup down and tried very hard to look innocent as she inspected the pattern of her tea leaves.
“And I completely forgot, when is his birthday again?” Her eyes peaked up at her daughter with what anyone else would believe to be wide-eyed innocents. Unfortunately, Ino knew better.
Doing her best not to grind her teeth, Ino removed her shoes and poured herself a cup of tea from the still steaming pot on the stove. “July third.”
Shizo’s smile was beatific. “Ah, I always did hope you would have a summer wedding, all that sunshine will look wonderful in your hair.”
Ino rolled her eyes but couldn’t argue with her valid point; her hair did look good in the sunlight… But after a moment she shook herself of reverie and sighed.
“I don’t know if we’re going to get married yet Okaasan.” Shizo smiled and held out her cup for more tea. Ino obligingly refilled the outstretched cup and studied her mother carefully. “… You and Otousan did say this was an option for us, right?”
Shizo set down her cup and looked at Ino with a frown. “We did… not that it wouldn’t be within our rights to not make it an option.” Ino’s spine fairly snapped with how abruptly she straitened to protest. “BUT,” Shizo cut her off “we did decide you give you the option. We just like Neji-san more than a lot of your other candidates.”
Ino’s eyes went wide. “Other candidates? Okaasan, I thought you said we were just having the omiai because Neji’s aunt is such a good friend, you didn’t say anything about other candidates. How many candidates are there?” Shizo looked away from her in what Ino would almost call embarrassment. “Okaasan?”
Managing to look at her daughter again Shizo forced strength into her voice. “We have enough candidates to ensure your future Ino.” When Ino could find no words to express herself, Shizo continued. “You know very well that your father and I were unable to have a son, which means that unless your husband were to marry into our family the next head of the clan will be your uncle and then his son… We started asking around almost two years ago; there are no suitable bachelors who would abandon their family name, and a civilian would never be allowed to rule the clan.”
Ino stared at her mother as if she had just turned purple. “You’ve just… decided all this for me!” Shizo gave Ino a leveling stare.
“We decided that so long as you couldn’t produce the clan’s heir, you might as well bring it some prestige when you marry.” Ino’s face became red with a combination of rage and embarrassment that her marriage would be little more than a business deal; but her mother knew her well enough to head off the verbal attack that she was about to launch.
“Ino, if you don’t want to marry Neji then don’t. If you don’t want to marry any of the candidates, don’t. If you fall in love with a civilian that doesn’t know the difference between a kunai and a kitchen knife- that’s fine too. But don’t turn down Neji-san because you dislike our reasoning.”
Ino felt like a balloon that had had its air let out before it could explode and she rubbed her temple in frustration. “So I don’t have to marry Neji?” Shizo nodded. “I don’t have to marry any of the candidates?” Shizo nodded again. “So what’s the point of all this?”
Shizo smiled at her serenely. “The point, I suppose, is that we would like for you to marry well. We won’t make you marry anyone, but if you don’t want to marry Neji you will meet more candidates. If you don’t want to marry any of them, fine.” Ino stared at her incredulously. “… If it makes you feel better you can just consider it as us providing you with some options you might not otherwise have had.”
For a moment Ino was sure that she was going to explode, but then she took a deep breath and forced a cocky smile. “You think there are men I couldn’t have if I really wanted them?” She raised her eyebrow haughtily. “I’ll have you know that I was able to make Hyuuga Neji smile today. And I have a second date with him tomorrow. Compared to that a normal man would be a cake walk.”
Shizo took in Ino’s inflated ego before smiling sweetly. “And who was it that arranged your omiai with him?” Ino scowled and threw up her arms in exasperation and stomped out of the room, leaving her mother to smile victoriously. “You’re still twenty years too young to think you can beat me Ino-chan.”
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Unlike Ino, Neji hadn’t been upset when his aunt and uncle had explained the circumstances of the omiai when initially presenting Ino as a candidate; but then, Neji had always expected them to choose his marriage partner. The fact that he was being given a choice at all was more than he had hoped for. For all that Naruto had helped him to see that he didn’t need to live his life as a caged bird, he would still find himself falling into his old train of thought far too easily.
He reflected that maybe that was part of the reason why he had asked Ino to dinner, she reminded him of Naruto in some ways. Not that he would EVER marry a female version of Naruto, but he admired her ability to choose a path and go after what she wanted without fear…
Then there was the fact that she had come to the omiai in a traditional kimono with white, hand painted birds flying over a village against a deep blue sky and an obi set in a pale yellow, golden brocade birds shining as they caught the light.
The imagery alone had drawn him in a way he couldn’t explain with words.
More, if Neji knew one thing about dressing in traditional kimono, it was that it couldn’t have taken her less than an hour to get into the stiff unforgiving garments required; and yet she had moved in it as if it were nothing more than a summer yukata.
She had been graceful in a way his cousins Hinata and Hanabi had needed years of training to obtain. It wasn’t a quality you could find in just anyone, and even his uncle had later commented on it. Of all the people he would have thought capable of that kind of grace, he wouldn’t have imagined it of Ino.
So he had asked her out to dinner-- asked her to consider him as a real possibility.
Maybe it was her natural grace, or because her kimono had sparked something within him he couldn’t quite explain, or maybe it was just because she had surprised him in a way he hadn’t been since the idiotic Naruto had beaten him in a fair fight, but he didn’t regret his decision.
As he reached the training grounds he was surprised to find her there already. She had said that she normally worked until nine but he had arrived early; and yet—here she was, staring into the deep woods surrounding the training grounds.
“Ino?” She seemed not to hear him so he took the opportunity to observe her unnoticed.
She was leaning against a large boulder with one leg holding her upright and the other propped against the stone, held up by her entwined fingers. Her eyes were a thousand miles away and for a moment he hesitated to interrupt her reverie, then he stepped forward and her eyes locked with his.
She didn’t look surprised to see him; but her usual smile was slow to catch her lips, and even then it didn’t reach her eyes. He wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t like it.
“Neji-kun, aren’t you a little early? I don’t think it’s even eight-thirty yet.” He shrugged.
“So are you.” Her smile gained some warmth and she walked toward him. She walked with the grace of a dancer and the air of a shinobi. He didn’t think she could possibly have any idea how she looked to him.
When she reached him she stretched her arms as she spoke. “No clan jutsu seem fair as the ground rules? I’d normally say taijutsu only, but I already know you’d win then.” Her fire was back, glowing in her eyes like it had never left.
He couldn’t repress the smile that came out more like a smirk. “Fair enough, ready?” She fell easily into a battle stance and nodded. “Okay then, no holding back.” Neji took a moment to study her brightly burning gaze before falling into his own stance. “Go.”
They launched into each other, holding nothing back and just enjoying the feeling of the world falling away as they put everything into their movements.
Neji didn’t think he had ever felt so free.
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Life as a civilian was boring, or at least it would have been if Kakashi didn’t know Sakura was waiting for him like the perfect housewife.
They had taken over an abandoned farm about two miles from the nearest town consisting of a two bedroom cabin, an outhouse, a shed, a chicken coup, and a small vegetable garden. It was right off the main road, and more than a little run down, but after buying a dozen chickens, doing some repairs, and almost twenty buckets of soapy water it suited their needs just fine.
Spending a morning gardening and an afternoon hunting and fishing wasn’t really his idea of a good time, but knowing that Sakura was stuck there being domestic made him laugh. She cooked the meals, cleaned the cabin, did the washing, dealt with the chickens, and kept his bed warm at night.
Life as a civilian was boring, but it did have its upsides.
It was bordering on evening when Kakashi came back with a line of fish in one arm and a boar waiting to be gutted in the other. Grass country was flat, hot, and had far too few trees, so stepping out of the blazing sun and into the sparse shade of the yard was always a relief.
The sound of splashing water caught his attention and after dropping off his burdens in the shed Kakashi went around the house to find Sakura doing the laundry.
She was wearing the white sundress he bought for her in town for her birthday the week before. He hadn’t made a big deal of it so any watchers they might have (if there were any yet) wouldn’t realize it was her birthday, but the smile on her face had been worth the walk into town.
Seventeen… it was weird to think of her as seventeen with the way she looked now, but he couldn’t help reminiscing (to himself) about his own seventeenth year.
That was his second year in ANBU, possibly his hardest year… It wasn’t something he really liked to remember, but he couldn’t help thinking about the similarities between his past and Sakura’s present, he only hoped that she didn’t have to experience the same kind of fall-out he had after his first ‘optional’ mission…
Just then Sakura stood upright and stretched her hands above her head, popping joints sore from bending forward for so long. The sun hit her and she smiled at the warmth and looked down with a slight frown. The white sundress was transparent from her waist up from washing, and it was abundantly clear that she hadn’t worn bindings today.
Kakashi’s mouth went dry.
Under normal circumstances Kakashi might make fun of a woman in a similar situation, or even smooth talk her if he thought he stood a chance, but with Sakura it was different entirely. They were already lovers… sort of.
And it didn’t really matter that her chest was currently only just barely more curved than the washboard she was using, many women could claim less and Kakashi found that he wasn’t too picky. Breasts could be nice, but regardless, she was beautiful.
Sakura acted surprised when she suddenly felt him grip her hips and grind himself against her perfectly toned buttocks, but he could tell she had known he was watching.
“Se- sensei?” She questioned him meekly but he wasn’t fooled, not when she was forcing her hips back against him rhythmically. But she had a part to play, so even as she begged him not to take her where anyone could see them from the main road, he knew her protests were as much of an act as the rest of it.
Not even bothering to remove his fingerless gloves, Kakashi ran his hands up under her dress and groaned. She wasn’t wearing panties and her inner thighs were already wet with her anticipation.
Had she planned this? How long had she been standing there washing clothes, thinking of what he was going to do to her?
He didn’t know, but he couldn’t have stopped himself from having her if he’d had a reason to. Not when she so obviously wanted him to touch her.
He loosened his pants around his hips and thrust into her all at once.
It was too much for her, it felt so good Sakura couldn’t help the beatific scream that escaped her as he thrust into her with far too much control for her liking. She gripped the rim of the basin in front of her and pushed herself into him, clenching her vaginal muscles as tightly as she could, chipping away at his control with every thrust.
“Oh, Sensei yes! … Kami-sama please, oh please, please! ...” The words were pulled from her throat without thought as she wantonly begged him for more.
His head dropped to her shoulder as he tried to remain focused, to torture her a little longer, but the feeling of her slick channel was too exquisite… and her hair smelled of flowers.
She was still using the same shampoo she had in Konoha; it was the scent that had filled his lungs the first time he had taken her, when she was still a curvy, rosette haired woman of equal standing who could break rocks as easily as she was now breaking his control.
All at once, he slammed into her with reckless abandon as she moaned helplessly in pleasure.
He was rough with her because that’s what she begged him to do. She loved to get him wound so tightly that the smell of her hair would be enough to set him pounding into her womanhood like a man possessed; and in a way he supposed he was.
He was possessed by the smell of her, by the feel of her. He was haunted by the image of pink hair and emerald eyes, and he wanted to hate her for doing this to him without even trying, wanted to punish her for destroying one of the walls surrounding his heart with all the effort of a coy smile.
He was desperate with the need to taste her; but he refused to cross that line, refused to allow himself that indulgence. Instead, he sunk his teeth into her shoulder with enough force to bruise.
Lights exploded behind her eyes and her walls spasmed around him as she came in a wordless scream. He had to bite his cheek to keep pushing thru the exquisite feeling of her clenching his rock hard length; and the taste of blood burst across his tongue as she thrashed back against him, begging him with her body to come.
He bit the side of her neck through the fabric of his mask just for the pleasure of hearing her gasp and beg. “Oh please Kakashi-sensei, PLEASE!” He loved it when she begged.
With one hand still gripping her hip bruisingly, he reached his other hand around to her perfect, straining nipple and pinched. With a jolt her whole body became ridged, gripping him with the strength of a vise, and forcing him to explode in a final thrust.
For a second he felt paralyzed with pleasure, but as he sagged against her he managed to keep them upright by gripping the edges of the basin. Sweat dripping idly down his face as he attempted to catch his breath.
How was she able to do this to him?
After a couple of minutes he pulled himself out of her with a monumental effort and lay back in the grass without bothering to cover himself. He told himself that the view of her bare ass in the air was enough reason not to move; but after another minute when she lifted herself up enough to slump to the ground beside him he couldn’t lie anymore.
He hadn’t moved because he had known that she would come to him. She always came to him when it was over and they were both too weak with pleasure to fight the need for human contact. And poor idiot that he was, he could never gather the strength to do anything but pull her closer, to hold her like the lover he was only supposed to pretend to be.
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Ino smiled at the man who would be her lover as he held her hand under the table; it was a concession he was making for her.
After their spar almost two months ago now they had talked for hours, taking their time to ask the hard questions… to listen to the hard answers.
“Do you still love Sasuke?” Ino had been expecting the question, and still she had felt her heart skip at hearing it.
“I don’t know…” The words were almost a whisper, but she had forced strength into her voice as she continued. “I don’t know if it was ever actually love, infatuation maybe? And then there was the whole competing with Sakura thing… She was always more serious about him than me, but I couldn’t stand the thought of losing to her-- and all us girls certainly thought we were in love with him.”
When she had turned back to him he was just watching her, waiting for her to finish answering his question. It made her smile as she turned back to the view of the village.
“No, I’m not in love with him anymore. I don’t love anybody right now but…” It had taken more than a little will power to force her eyes back to his, to hold his gaze as she spoke. “I like you Neji-kun. I respect you and I think—I think that if you let me, I’ll fall for you rather quickly.”
For long seconds he had said nothing, studying her intently; and then he had taken her hand in his and entwined their fingers purposefully.
“You won’t fall Ino.” She had been concerned that he was telling her not to love him, but when he turned back to her his fathomless eyes had told her more than his almost clumsy words ever could.
Since then Ino had come to realize that he was often clumsy with his words. He could explain how to execute a jutsu with precision and ease that allowed even a novice to understand, but when forced to speak of his emotions he would speak only half his thoughts, and sometimes confuse her more than anything.
He had once told her she resembled a dancer, but had never explained his words. Did he mean she looked like a dancer he once saw? That she dressed like a dancer? She didn’t know. But it hadn’t mattered at the time, because his words had been followed closely by their first kiss.
That had been only a few days ago, and now they were having dinner with her parents while holding hands conspiratorially under the table… Well, not so conspiratorially since it was obvious, but Ino knew he didn’t like displaying affection in public, even if it was just her very approving parents.
She mused that someday she might work him into a tiny amount of handholding in public, but not today. And that was okay, because this morning he had told her he loved her, and even the stars falling out of the sky wouldn’t wipe the smile off her face.
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If anyone were to glance in Genma’s direction they would see a lecherous, almost middle-aged man happily pawing at a rather giggly barmaid. It was unlikely they would notice that his eyes, looking up from the crook of the girl’s neck, were not so beer-glazed as his behavior implied. While his hands were busy stroking their way down the girl’s sides towards her derriere, his eyes and ears were entirely focused on his surroundings.
This was a mission Genma didn’t know whether to be upset about being assigned or not, but he did know that it had been intended as punishment.
Apparently, Tsunade’s loyal gossip listeners had been a little lax in their duties recently, and Tsunade-hime had decided that Genma was the right man for scouting out why. It wasn’t so much because she believed they were deliberately hiding things from her, or that they were incapable ninja, she was just using this laps of minor information gathering to make Genma do one of his least favorite things. Overtime.
Basically he had been working double duty for the past three months, first spending the morning helping around the Hokage tower in any way Tsunade and Shizune saw fit, and then spending the evenings conveniently wherever the members of Tsunade’s investigations squad happened to be.
Genma knew damn well that this was just an excuse to get back at him for mouthing off, but it really was getting old. If any of the investigations squad were disloyal or incompetent wouldn’t he have noticed it by now? …But if Tsunade wanted him to continue doing this versus a REAL mission it wasn’t really that big of an issue, he would continue on diligently until she told him otherwise…
It also didn’t hurt that the assignment allowed him to go out and pick up women every night of the week, but really this was about work… really.
A small movement could be seen from the corner of his eye and he maneuvered the woman in his arms against the bar counter in order to watch his target in the mirrored paneling behind it. She moaned pleasantly as his hand traveled up her skirt, but his eyes remained on the brunet information specialist in the mirror behind him.
Takahi Chiro would normally never be caught dead in a place like this, his tastes generally brought him to the upscale bars and restaurants in the company of his well dressed wife or alone. So what was he doing in the sleaziest bar in Konoha with a redheaded bimbo?
If he was just breaking out from the rigid control of his wife Genma would have nothing to worry about past the possibility of Chiro’s wife showing up and starting the next secret war… but it didn’t look that way. Chiro wasn’t feeling up the redhead, wasn’t even looking at her really, he was looking into the shadowed corner that Genma couldn’t quite see into.
The bar was crowded enough that no one noticed when Genma thrust two fingers into the willing woman pinned between him and the bar, and he subconsciously enjoyed her attempts to silence her mewling; but even as he kept the woman entertained his eyes were trained on the darkened corner for movement.
The blasting music coming from the other end of the bar was more than enough to keep him from hearing anything that was being said, but he could tell by the way his target’s jaw tightened that it was serious. For a moment his view was blocked by passing bar patrons and when they were past he saw Chiro shaking the hand of a man Genma hadn’t ever thought to see again, a man he had thought was dead.
Now Genma ducked his head into the woman’s shoulder and earnestly sucked at the pulse of her throat as she begged him in whispered words to take her back to his place, in a real attempt to keep from being recognized. He ignored her pleading words to leave and loosened his clothing just enough to free himself. With one violent thrust he was inside her. She dug her fingernails into his back and sang encouragements as he thrust into her in hard, quick movements almost indistinguishable from the grinding bodies throughout the rest of the establishment.
Someone might realize what he was really doing, but so long as Kanbe Taka didn’t recognize who was doing it, Genma might actually live long enough to make his report to the Hokage.
After a few minutes he chanced glancing up again just in time to see Chiro shove his hand up the skirt of the redhead. She turned her face in his direction as she moaned in ecstasy. He wouldn’t have put her above fifteen despite the barely there clothing and bawdy make-up, but she had the most extraordinary eyes...
Genma’s attention snapped back on the woman he was giving pleasure to as her walls viciously clutched his length. For all that he wanted to do something, Tsunade had told him not to let himself be noticed by his targets, and whether she had actually believed this to be a real mission or not didn’t matter anymore.
He began to thrust harder as she begged him to, ignoring her request for a more private venue until he noticed Chiro finally leave the bar with the redhead in tow. Only then was he free to transport them out of the bar and into the alleyway.
She wanted to be alone with him, but didn’t want him to stop long enough to get back to his apartment, so he held her against the brick wall and granted her every desire; after all, she had been extremely helpful tonight.
Tsunade would get her report in less than an hour, and as it was there was nothing that could be done immediately if they didn’t want to ruin Kakashi and Sakura’s cover… but the woman in his arms could be rewarded now, and Genma had always specialized in rewards.
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“Tell me again why we’re doing this?” Her words were whispered directly against his ear, so faintly he had to strain to hear. The words made him smile.
“Because they’re watching.” His response was only slightly louder as he was facing away from her, but he had no doubt that she had been the only one to hear.
He cringed as her fingers dug into the sensitive muscles of his back. “Are you sure that’s all this is?” The words were cutting despite their whispered volume, punctuated by her fingers digging ruthlessly into the muscles along his ribs. He was unable to hold back a small gasp of pain.
“I think that’s enough Saki, I’m feeling much better now.” He said this in a louder voice and Sakura smiled in the same way a mother smiled at a child who didn’t want their wound cleaned because it hurt more than leaving it, before leaning over his shoulder and teasingly kissing his cheek.
“I’m almost done Sensei, just one more minute and you’ll feel much better!”
“Hn.” Kakashi hated that there was only so much he could protest at times like this.
After the first couple weeks living as ‘Saki,’ Sakura had figured out that if it looked, and sounded like she was a sweet, innocent, trusting student, Kakashi had to play along or risk blowing their cover. So in the end, Sakura got her way more often than she had in Konoha… not that she saw it that way of course.
In Sakura’s eyes everything she did was nothing more than an act they were only occasionally aware of having an audience for. She kept it up constantly because when they didn’t know they were being watched it was all the more likely that it was a higher-level shinobi playing watch dog.
He didn’t feel bad for her though, she had known what she would be getting herself into; but he also didn’t discount how hard it was to play a person so contrary to her nature. What pleased him however was that she never protested his touch, even encouraging him to touch her more.
‘Saki’ might have been too shy to actually ask him to ‘make-love’ to her, but Sakura could easily tease him into fucking her. It was like a game between them; one he would only grudgingly admit he was losing.
It was the smell of her hair, her breathy moans when he touched her, and the fact that she was quite possibly the strongest woman he had ever known that made Sakura the main subject of his thoughts these days. Even despite the mission.
Kakashi gasped as her fingers suddenly dug painfully into a knot in his neck he hadn’t even known he had, and then with the faint sound of a ‘pop,’ the pain was gone. He rolled his neck and shoulders appreciatively as Sakura stepped back.
“Better?” He could hear the smile in her voice; she was always like that when she managed to get him in the hospital. Both cocky of her skills and pleased that she could take at least some of his pain away. It made him smile.
“Much, thanks Sakura.” Suddenly she was quiet, much too quiet.
Kakashi turned to see Sakura staring at him with wide eyes. “Saki? What’s wrong?” He stood and reached for her but she stepped back, she was shaking but he didn’t know why. And then her eyes filled with tears.
“You… you called me Sakura.”
“Kuso.” Kakashi ran his fingers through his hair and cursed himself silently. How could he do that! This entire mission was riding on them keeping their cover intact and here he was destroying it with one careless word. What the hell was he thinking!
“Listen Saki,” he reached for her again, and again she stepped back, this time shaking her head and letting a couple tears fall.
“No!” He froze. They both looked surprised that she had shouted and then she took off like a shot, running into the house and slamming the door. Kakashi was only one step behind her but she managed to lock the door before he could open it.
Kakashi cursed aloud and kicked the door, pounding on it with his fist. “Damn it Saki, it was just a mistake, come back here and talk to me!” There was no response so he continued his assault, taking out his self-hatred on the door to their temporary home.
“Don’t make me break the door down Saki, you know I can do it, don’t play this game with me, you know you’ll lose!” When there was still no response Kakashi stepped back and decided to change tactics.
In a voice that was deadly calm but still loud enough to hear through the thick door he said, “I’m giving you to the count of three Saki, and if you aren’t out here I’m going to have to punish you.” Silence.
“One…” Silence.
“Two…” He thought he heard a faint noise, but she was still locked inside.
“Three!” The door remained closed and Kakashi closed his eyes and took a deep breath before breaking down the door with one chakra laden kick. There was a scream and the sound of scuffling as Sakura tried to run out the door. He allowed her to get three steps outside before grabbing her by her hair and pulling.
She screamed as her forward momentum was abruptly halted and she was thrown to the ground like an ill-favored toy. He rolled her onto her stomach and twined his fingers into her hair once more and yanked up. Prone as she was, she stopped fighting and just continued crying.
“I told you it was a mistake didn’t I?! Didn’t I Saki?!” He shook her when she didn’t respond.
“Yes Sensei.” Sakura’s reply was weak and barely understandable through her tears.
“But you wouldn’t listen, would you? Look what you made me do Saki! Just look!” She cried harder as he shook her, and then he let her go.
After a moment his hands began to gently stroke down her hair and back, caressing her as if to comfort an irrational child. “Shhh, Saki. It’s okay now. I’m not mad anymore. I’m sorry.” His words were quiet and apologetic.
Sakura wanted to kick his face in for almost destroying everything they had worked for.
Instead she did what was required of her to save the mission, she stayed in character.
“I’m sorry Saki. I’m sorry, but you shouldn’t have done that. You know that I’m still going to have to punish you right?”
She shook in his gentle hands, looking over her shoulder at him with big watery eyes, begging him. “Please Sensei, I won’t do it again.” Hot tears continued to flow as she pleaded. “I promise I’ll be good Sensei, so please…”
He pet her hair tenderly even as he shook his head. Her eyes widened as he leaned forward and whispered quietly in her ear. “I’m sorry Sakura, please… don’t fight me.”
As Kakashi proceeded to strip her of her clothing Sakura couldn’t stop the tears. She didn’t know she could feel like this.
Almost from the moment he had called her real name she had known that something like this would have to happen for them to maintain their cover. Neither of them had a choice, but this was completely different than all those times before.
He thrust inside her without taking even a moment to prepare her, and as the pain washed over her she wanted to hate him. For the first time in all of this she had no control and she wanted to claw his eyes out and curse his name, he was not gentle, he didn’t pretend to care, he was hurting her, raping her…
And he would never forgive himself.
It was his fault and she couldn’t even bring herself to hate him.
He was quick, having taken no time to give her pleasure or to lengthen his own; and after he finished he stood above her, a shadow against the darkening sky. “You’re not allowed to regulate your cycles anymore Saki. I wont let you leave me, and once your pregnant you wont be able to, will you?”
Kakashi stood there long enough to see her vaguely nod before walking away, leaving Sakura to lay there like a broken doll. It wasn’t until she finally felt the presence of their watcher drift away that she could find the strength to stand. She knew there could be another that stayed behind, but right now nothing could stop her from walking to the cold stream a short distance from the house and washing herself. She scrubbed her skin with a piece of her torn dress until it was raw, unable to cry anymore tears that even she didn’t know the validity of.
Then she walked back the house like a zombie.
Everything had been put back in its place, a facsimile of the way it was supposed to be.
She found Kakashi lying face down on the bed with his face buried into a pillow. She wordlessly went to the wardrobe and pulled out a nightgown and put it on before going to him and sitting on the edge of the bed.
When he looked up at her she saw a tear tail down from his one black eye and disappear into his mask, it broke something in her. She began to cry, earnest, real tears, and he pulled her down into his arms. She found herself simultaneously beating against his chest and clinging to him desperately as he apologized over and over into her hair.
She wanted so desperately to hate him, but she didn’t think it was possible. He had jeopardized the mission and hurt her in a way she hadn’t thought him capable of; but he had hurt himself with his carelessness as much as he had hurt her. And for that, she could forgive him just about anything.
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The only real change in this chapter was in the last bit between Ino and Neji, otherwise just some re-wording.
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Japanese vocabulary to know:
Okaasan- mother/ mom, a formal version would be different.
Otousan- father/ dad, a formal version would be different.
Kuso- think of it as the equivalent to the English swear word shit.
Kami-sama- god, and yes you do have to use the sama because kami alone means hair.
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Chapter 6: 4 Days, 3 ½ Weeks, and 3 Months
After getting over the initial discomfort of their first date Ino was immensely relieved. They had idly discussed their teams and things they enjoyed during dinner and, despite Neji’s natural propensity for quiet and solitude, they had managed to avoid any more awkwardness.
Or at least they had until they left the restaurant.
Suddenly Ino didn’t know what she was supposed to do. Was it her job to ask him out for a second date since he had asked the first time? Was he supposed to walk her home? Was she supposed to kiss him goodnight? …Surely not.
But her thoughts stopped their pacing when Neji looked at her with his inscrutable white/grey eyes.
“Would you like to choose our next activity?” Neji’s words struck her as both funny, and stiffer than anything else he had said all night; but she couldn’t laugh because he was trying so hard to be a gentleman.
“Well…” A smile split her face and a fire burned in her eye Neji wasn’t entirely certain he was comfortable with. “We could always spar with each other, fight till we drop. My mother’s always said that you don’t know someone until you’ve beaten them half to hell and back, though I think that’s just because she enjoys beating on her old teammates so much…”
Ino stopped when she realized that not only was she rambling horribly, but Neji was looking at her as if she’d just proposed they have tea with Gai-sensei and Lee-san to discuss the beauty of youth. ‘Shit, backtrack, backtrack!’
“Or we could just have dinner again, I know a nice place that—“
Before she could finish Neji interrupted her. “No, it’s a good idea. Training ground eight tomorrow morning okay?” Ino couldn’t have been more surprised by his words. As a jounin it was in Neji’s nature to give out orders, not courteously entertain ideas (especially crazy ideas) concocted by chuunin medics.
Ino’s smile was brilliant. “Would nine be good for you? I usually help my parents out in the mornings until then.”
Neji’s smile in return was small, but still not something she was used to seeing. It warmed her. “I’ll be waiting then.” And with an abrupt ‘poof’ he was gone.
Ino felt like laughing-- that was probably the closest he had ever come to running away from someone, and of all people it had been Yamanaka Ino… It was endearing really.
The entire walk home she found herself thinking about how many new surprises this new ‘relationship’ was already providing, and when she opened the door she was feeling rather optimistic.
Until of course she saw her mother lying in wait for her, innocently sipping a cup of tea at the kitchen table. The smile on Ino’s face crumpled only slightly too slowly to be missed by Yamanaka Shizo, who smiled like a cat sitting in a vat of cream.
“How was Neji-san doing, Ino? I haven’t seen him the last few times I was visiting with his aunt, and I couldn’t help wondering.” For all that Ino loved her mother she really hated her sometimes.
When Ino said nothing and crossed her arms as she stared hard at her mother, Shizo set her cup down and tried very hard to look innocent as she inspected the pattern of her tea leaves.
“And I completely forgot, when is his birthday again?” Her eyes peaked up at her daughter with what anyone else would believe to be wide-eyed innocents. Unfortunately, Ino knew better.
Doing her best not to grind her teeth, Ino removed her shoes and poured herself a cup of tea from the still steaming pot on the stove. “July third.”
Shizo’s smile was beatific. “Ah, I always did hope you would have a summer wedding, all that sunshine will look wonderful in your hair.”
Ino rolled her eyes but couldn’t argue with her valid point; her hair did look good in the sunlight… But after a moment she shook herself of reverie and sighed.
“I don’t know if we’re going to get married yet Okaasan.” Shizo smiled and held out her cup for more tea. Ino obligingly refilled the outstretched cup and studied her mother carefully. “… You and Otousan did say this was an option for us, right?”
Shizo set down her cup and looked at Ino with a frown. “We did… not that it wouldn’t be within our rights to not make it an option.” Ino’s spine fairly snapped with how abruptly she straitened to protest. “BUT,” Shizo cut her off “we did decide you give you the option. We just like Neji-san more than a lot of your other candidates.”
Ino’s eyes went wide. “Other candidates? Okaasan, I thought you said we were just having the omiai because Neji’s aunt is such a good friend, you didn’t say anything about other candidates. How many candidates are there?” Shizo looked away from her in what Ino would almost call embarrassment. “Okaasan?”
Managing to look at her daughter again Shizo forced strength into her voice. “We have enough candidates to ensure your future Ino.” When Ino could find no words to express herself, Shizo continued. “You know very well that your father and I were unable to have a son, which means that unless your husband were to marry into our family the next head of the clan will be your uncle and then his son… We started asking around almost two years ago; there are no suitable bachelors who would abandon their family name, and a civilian would never be allowed to rule the clan.”
Ino stared at her mother as if she had just turned purple. “You’ve just… decided all this for me!” Shizo gave Ino a leveling stare.
“We decided that so long as you couldn’t produce the clan’s heir, you might as well bring it some prestige when you marry.” Ino’s face became red with a combination of rage and embarrassment that her marriage would be little more than a business deal; but her mother knew her well enough to head off the verbal attack that she was about to launch.
“Ino, if you don’t want to marry Neji then don’t. If you don’t want to marry any of the candidates, don’t. If you fall in love with a civilian that doesn’t know the difference between a kunai and a kitchen knife- that’s fine too. But don’t turn down Neji-san because you dislike our reasoning.”
Ino felt like a balloon that had had its air let out before it could explode and she rubbed her temple in frustration. “So I don’t have to marry Neji?” Shizo nodded. “I don’t have to marry any of the candidates?” Shizo nodded again. “So what’s the point of all this?”
Shizo smiled at her serenely. “The point, I suppose, is that we would like for you to marry well. We won’t make you marry anyone, but if you don’t want to marry Neji you will meet more candidates. If you don’t want to marry any of them, fine.” Ino stared at her incredulously. “… If it makes you feel better you can just consider it as us providing you with some options you might not otherwise have had.”
For a moment Ino was sure that she was going to explode, but then she took a deep breath and forced a cocky smile. “You think there are men I couldn’t have if I really wanted them?” She raised her eyebrow haughtily. “I’ll have you know that I was able to make Hyuuga Neji smile today. And I have a second date with him tomorrow. Compared to that a normal man would be a cake walk.”
Shizo took in Ino’s inflated ego before smiling sweetly. “And who was it that arranged your omiai with him?” Ino scowled and threw up her arms in exasperation and stomped out of the room, leaving her mother to smile victoriously. “You’re still twenty years too young to think you can beat me Ino-chan.”
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Unlike Ino, Neji hadn’t been upset when his aunt and uncle had explained the circumstances of the omiai when initially presenting Ino as a candidate; but then, Neji had always expected them to choose his marriage partner. The fact that he was being given a choice at all was more than he had hoped for. For all that Naruto had helped him to see that he didn’t need to live his life as a caged bird, he would still find himself falling into his old train of thought far too easily.
He reflected that maybe that was part of the reason why he had asked Ino to dinner, she reminded him of Naruto in some ways. Not that he would EVER marry a female version of Naruto, but he admired her ability to choose a path and go after what she wanted without fear…
Then there was the fact that she had come to the omiai in a traditional kimono with white, hand painted birds flying over a village against a deep blue sky and an obi set in a pale yellow, golden brocade birds shining as they caught the light.
The imagery alone had drawn him in a way he couldn’t explain with words.
More, if Neji knew one thing about dressing in traditional kimono, it was that it couldn’t have taken her less than an hour to get into the stiff unforgiving garments required; and yet she had moved in it as if it were nothing more than a summer yukata.
She had been graceful in a way his cousins Hinata and Hanabi had needed years of training to obtain. It wasn’t a quality you could find in just anyone, and even his uncle had later commented on it. Of all the people he would have thought capable of that kind of grace, he wouldn’t have imagined it of Ino.
So he had asked her out to dinner-- asked her to consider him as a real possibility.
Maybe it was her natural grace, or because her kimono had sparked something within him he couldn’t quite explain, or maybe it was just because she had surprised him in a way he hadn’t been since the idiotic Naruto had beaten him in a fair fight, but he didn’t regret his decision.
As he reached the training grounds he was surprised to find her there already. She had said that she normally worked until nine but he had arrived early; and yet—here she was, staring into the deep woods surrounding the training grounds.
“Ino?” She seemed not to hear him so he took the opportunity to observe her unnoticed.
She was leaning against a large boulder with one leg holding her upright and the other propped against the stone, held up by her entwined fingers. Her eyes were a thousand miles away and for a moment he hesitated to interrupt her reverie, then he stepped forward and her eyes locked with his.
She didn’t look surprised to see him; but her usual smile was slow to catch her lips, and even then it didn’t reach her eyes. He wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t like it.
“Neji-kun, aren’t you a little early? I don’t think it’s even eight-thirty yet.” He shrugged.
“So are you.” Her smile gained some warmth and she walked toward him. She walked with the grace of a dancer and the air of a shinobi. He didn’t think she could possibly have any idea how she looked to him.
When she reached him she stretched her arms as she spoke. “No clan jutsu seem fair as the ground rules? I’d normally say taijutsu only, but I already know you’d win then.” Her fire was back, glowing in her eyes like it had never left.
He couldn’t repress the smile that came out more like a smirk. “Fair enough, ready?” She fell easily into a battle stance and nodded. “Okay then, no holding back.” Neji took a moment to study her brightly burning gaze before falling into his own stance. “Go.”
They launched into each other, holding nothing back and just enjoying the feeling of the world falling away as they put everything into their movements.
Neji didn’t think he had ever felt so free.
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Life as a civilian was boring, or at least it would have been if Kakashi didn’t know Sakura was waiting for him like the perfect housewife.
They had taken over an abandoned farm about two miles from the nearest town consisting of a two bedroom cabin, an outhouse, a shed, a chicken coup, and a small vegetable garden. It was right off the main road, and more than a little run down, but after buying a dozen chickens, doing some repairs, and almost twenty buckets of soapy water it suited their needs just fine.
Spending a morning gardening and an afternoon hunting and fishing wasn’t really his idea of a good time, but knowing that Sakura was stuck there being domestic made him laugh. She cooked the meals, cleaned the cabin, did the washing, dealt with the chickens, and kept his bed warm at night.
Life as a civilian was boring, but it did have its upsides.
It was bordering on evening when Kakashi came back with a line of fish in one arm and a boar waiting to be gutted in the other. Grass country was flat, hot, and had far too few trees, so stepping out of the blazing sun and into the sparse shade of the yard was always a relief.
The sound of splashing water caught his attention and after dropping off his burdens in the shed Kakashi went around the house to find Sakura doing the laundry.
She was wearing the white sundress he bought for her in town for her birthday the week before. He hadn’t made a big deal of it so any watchers they might have (if there were any yet) wouldn’t realize it was her birthday, but the smile on her face had been worth the walk into town.
Seventeen… it was weird to think of her as seventeen with the way she looked now, but he couldn’t help reminiscing (to himself) about his own seventeenth year.
That was his second year in ANBU, possibly his hardest year… It wasn’t something he really liked to remember, but he couldn’t help thinking about the similarities between his past and Sakura’s present, he only hoped that she didn’t have to experience the same kind of fall-out he had after his first ‘optional’ mission…
Just then Sakura stood upright and stretched her hands above her head, popping joints sore from bending forward for so long. The sun hit her and she smiled at the warmth and looked down with a slight frown. The white sundress was transparent from her waist up from washing, and it was abundantly clear that she hadn’t worn bindings today.
Kakashi’s mouth went dry.
Under normal circumstances Kakashi might make fun of a woman in a similar situation, or even smooth talk her if he thought he stood a chance, but with Sakura it was different entirely. They were already lovers… sort of.
And it didn’t really matter that her chest was currently only just barely more curved than the washboard she was using, many women could claim less and Kakashi found that he wasn’t too picky. Breasts could be nice, but regardless, she was beautiful.
Sakura acted surprised when she suddenly felt him grip her hips and grind himself against her perfectly toned buttocks, but he could tell she had known he was watching.
“Se- sensei?” She questioned him meekly but he wasn’t fooled, not when she was forcing her hips back against him rhythmically. But she had a part to play, so even as she begged him not to take her where anyone could see them from the main road, he knew her protests were as much of an act as the rest of it.
Not even bothering to remove his fingerless gloves, Kakashi ran his hands up under her dress and groaned. She wasn’t wearing panties and her inner thighs were already wet with her anticipation.
Had she planned this? How long had she been standing there washing clothes, thinking of what he was going to do to her?
He didn’t know, but he couldn’t have stopped himself from having her if he’d had a reason to. Not when she so obviously wanted him to touch her.
He loosened his pants around his hips and thrust into her all at once.
It was too much for her, it felt so good Sakura couldn’t help the beatific scream that escaped her as he thrust into her with far too much control for her liking. She gripped the rim of the basin in front of her and pushed herself into him, clenching her vaginal muscles as tightly as she could, chipping away at his control with every thrust.
“Oh, Sensei yes! … Kami-sama please, oh please, please! ...” The words were pulled from her throat without thought as she wantonly begged him for more.
His head dropped to her shoulder as he tried to remain focused, to torture her a little longer, but the feeling of her slick channel was too exquisite… and her hair smelled of flowers.
She was still using the same shampoo she had in Konoha; it was the scent that had filled his lungs the first time he had taken her, when she was still a curvy, rosette haired woman of equal standing who could break rocks as easily as she was now breaking his control.
All at once, he slammed into her with reckless abandon as she moaned helplessly in pleasure.
He was rough with her because that’s what she begged him to do. She loved to get him wound so tightly that the smell of her hair would be enough to set him pounding into her womanhood like a man possessed; and in a way he supposed he was.
He was possessed by the smell of her, by the feel of her. He was haunted by the image of pink hair and emerald eyes, and he wanted to hate her for doing this to him without even trying, wanted to punish her for destroying one of the walls surrounding his heart with all the effort of a coy smile.
He was desperate with the need to taste her; but he refused to cross that line, refused to allow himself that indulgence. Instead, he sunk his teeth into her shoulder with enough force to bruise.
Lights exploded behind her eyes and her walls spasmed around him as she came in a wordless scream. He had to bite his cheek to keep pushing thru the exquisite feeling of her clenching his rock hard length; and the taste of blood burst across his tongue as she thrashed back against him, begging him with her body to come.
He bit the side of her neck through the fabric of his mask just for the pleasure of hearing her gasp and beg. “Oh please Kakashi-sensei, PLEASE!” He loved it when she begged.
With one hand still gripping her hip bruisingly, he reached his other hand around to her perfect, straining nipple and pinched. With a jolt her whole body became ridged, gripping him with the strength of a vise, and forcing him to explode in a final thrust.
For a second he felt paralyzed with pleasure, but as he sagged against her he managed to keep them upright by gripping the edges of the basin. Sweat dripping idly down his face as he attempted to catch his breath.
How was she able to do this to him?
After a couple of minutes he pulled himself out of her with a monumental effort and lay back in the grass without bothering to cover himself. He told himself that the view of her bare ass in the air was enough reason not to move; but after another minute when she lifted herself up enough to slump to the ground beside him he couldn’t lie anymore.
He hadn’t moved because he had known that she would come to him. She always came to him when it was over and they were both too weak with pleasure to fight the need for human contact. And poor idiot that he was, he could never gather the strength to do anything but pull her closer, to hold her like the lover he was only supposed to pretend to be.
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Ino smiled at the man who would be her lover as he held her hand under the table; it was a concession he was making for her.
After their spar almost two months ago now they had talked for hours, taking their time to ask the hard questions… to listen to the hard answers.
“Do you still love Sasuke?” Ino had been expecting the question, and still she had felt her heart skip at hearing it.
“I don’t know…” The words were almost a whisper, but she had forced strength into her voice as she continued. “I don’t know if it was ever actually love, infatuation maybe? And then there was the whole competing with Sakura thing… She was always more serious about him than me, but I couldn’t stand the thought of losing to her-- and all us girls certainly thought we were in love with him.”
When she had turned back to him he was just watching her, waiting for her to finish answering his question. It made her smile as she turned back to the view of the village.
“No, I’m not in love with him anymore. I don’t love anybody right now but…” It had taken more than a little will power to force her eyes back to his, to hold his gaze as she spoke. “I like you Neji-kun. I respect you and I think—I think that if you let me, I’ll fall for you rather quickly.”
For long seconds he had said nothing, studying her intently; and then he had taken her hand in his and entwined their fingers purposefully.
“You won’t fall Ino.” She had been concerned that he was telling her not to love him, but when he turned back to her his fathomless eyes had told her more than his almost clumsy words ever could.
Since then Ino had come to realize that he was often clumsy with his words. He could explain how to execute a jutsu with precision and ease that allowed even a novice to understand, but when forced to speak of his emotions he would speak only half his thoughts, and sometimes confuse her more than anything.
He had once told her she resembled a dancer, but had never explained his words. Did he mean she looked like a dancer he once saw? That she dressed like a dancer? She didn’t know. But it hadn’t mattered at the time, because his words had been followed closely by their first kiss.
That had been only a few days ago, and now they were having dinner with her parents while holding hands conspiratorially under the table… Well, not so conspiratorially since it was obvious, but Ino knew he didn’t like displaying affection in public, even if it was just her very approving parents.
She mused that someday she might work him into a tiny amount of handholding in public, but not today. And that was okay, because this morning he had told her he loved her, and even the stars falling out of the sky wouldn’t wipe the smile off her face.
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If anyone were to glance in Genma’s direction they would see a lecherous, almost middle-aged man happily pawing at a rather giggly barmaid. It was unlikely they would notice that his eyes, looking up from the crook of the girl’s neck, were not so beer-glazed as his behavior implied. While his hands were busy stroking their way down the girl’s sides towards her derriere, his eyes and ears were entirely focused on his surroundings.
This was a mission Genma didn’t know whether to be upset about being assigned or not, but he did know that it had been intended as punishment.
Apparently, Tsunade’s loyal gossip listeners had been a little lax in their duties recently, and Tsunade-hime had decided that Genma was the right man for scouting out why. It wasn’t so much because she believed they were deliberately hiding things from her, or that they were incapable ninja, she was just using this laps of minor information gathering to make Genma do one of his least favorite things. Overtime.
Basically he had been working double duty for the past three months, first spending the morning helping around the Hokage tower in any way Tsunade and Shizune saw fit, and then spending the evenings conveniently wherever the members of Tsunade’s investigations squad happened to be.
Genma knew damn well that this was just an excuse to get back at him for mouthing off, but it really was getting old. If any of the investigations squad were disloyal or incompetent wouldn’t he have noticed it by now? …But if Tsunade wanted him to continue doing this versus a REAL mission it wasn’t really that big of an issue, he would continue on diligently until she told him otherwise…
It also didn’t hurt that the assignment allowed him to go out and pick up women every night of the week, but really this was about work… really.
A small movement could be seen from the corner of his eye and he maneuvered the woman in his arms against the bar counter in order to watch his target in the mirrored paneling behind it. She moaned pleasantly as his hand traveled up her skirt, but his eyes remained on the brunet information specialist in the mirror behind him.
Takahi Chiro would normally never be caught dead in a place like this, his tastes generally brought him to the upscale bars and restaurants in the company of his well dressed wife or alone. So what was he doing in the sleaziest bar in Konoha with a redheaded bimbo?
If he was just breaking out from the rigid control of his wife Genma would have nothing to worry about past the possibility of Chiro’s wife showing up and starting the next secret war… but it didn’t look that way. Chiro wasn’t feeling up the redhead, wasn’t even looking at her really, he was looking into the shadowed corner that Genma couldn’t quite see into.
The bar was crowded enough that no one noticed when Genma thrust two fingers into the willing woman pinned between him and the bar, and he subconsciously enjoyed her attempts to silence her mewling; but even as he kept the woman entertained his eyes were trained on the darkened corner for movement.
The blasting music coming from the other end of the bar was more than enough to keep him from hearing anything that was being said, but he could tell by the way his target’s jaw tightened that it was serious. For a moment his view was blocked by passing bar patrons and when they were past he saw Chiro shaking the hand of a man Genma hadn’t ever thought to see again, a man he had thought was dead.
Now Genma ducked his head into the woman’s shoulder and earnestly sucked at the pulse of her throat as she begged him in whispered words to take her back to his place, in a real attempt to keep from being recognized. He ignored her pleading words to leave and loosened his clothing just enough to free himself. With one violent thrust he was inside her. She dug her fingernails into his back and sang encouragements as he thrust into her in hard, quick movements almost indistinguishable from the grinding bodies throughout the rest of the establishment.
Someone might realize what he was really doing, but so long as Kanbe Taka didn’t recognize who was doing it, Genma might actually live long enough to make his report to the Hokage.
After a few minutes he chanced glancing up again just in time to see Chiro shove his hand up the skirt of the redhead. She turned her face in his direction as she moaned in ecstasy. He wouldn’t have put her above fifteen despite the barely there clothing and bawdy make-up, but she had the most extraordinary eyes...
Genma’s attention snapped back on the woman he was giving pleasure to as her walls viciously clutched his length. For all that he wanted to do something, Tsunade had told him not to let himself be noticed by his targets, and whether she had actually believed this to be a real mission or not didn’t matter anymore.
He began to thrust harder as she begged him to, ignoring her request for a more private venue until he noticed Chiro finally leave the bar with the redhead in tow. Only then was he free to transport them out of the bar and into the alleyway.
She wanted to be alone with him, but didn’t want him to stop long enough to get back to his apartment, so he held her against the brick wall and granted her every desire; after all, she had been extremely helpful tonight.
Tsunade would get her report in less than an hour, and as it was there was nothing that could be done immediately if they didn’t want to ruin Kakashi and Sakura’s cover… but the woman in his arms could be rewarded now, and Genma had always specialized in rewards.
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“Tell me again why we’re doing this?” Her words were whispered directly against his ear, so faintly he had to strain to hear. The words made him smile.
“Because they’re watching.” His response was only slightly louder as he was facing away from her, but he had no doubt that she had been the only one to hear.
He cringed as her fingers dug into the sensitive muscles of his back. “Are you sure that’s all this is?” The words were cutting despite their whispered volume, punctuated by her fingers digging ruthlessly into the muscles along his ribs. He was unable to hold back a small gasp of pain.
“I think that’s enough Saki, I’m feeling much better now.” He said this in a louder voice and Sakura smiled in the same way a mother smiled at a child who didn’t want their wound cleaned because it hurt more than leaving it, before leaning over his shoulder and teasingly kissing his cheek.
“I’m almost done Sensei, just one more minute and you’ll feel much better!”
“Hn.” Kakashi hated that there was only so much he could protest at times like this.
After the first couple weeks living as ‘Saki,’ Sakura had figured out that if it looked, and sounded like she was a sweet, innocent, trusting student, Kakashi had to play along or risk blowing their cover. So in the end, Sakura got her way more often than she had in Konoha… not that she saw it that way of course.
In Sakura’s eyes everything she did was nothing more than an act they were only occasionally aware of having an audience for. She kept it up constantly because when they didn’t know they were being watched it was all the more likely that it was a higher-level shinobi playing watch dog.
He didn’t feel bad for her though, she had known what she would be getting herself into; but he also didn’t discount how hard it was to play a person so contrary to her nature. What pleased him however was that she never protested his touch, even encouraging him to touch her more.
‘Saki’ might have been too shy to actually ask him to ‘make-love’ to her, but Sakura could easily tease him into fucking her. It was like a game between them; one he would only grudgingly admit he was losing.
It was the smell of her hair, her breathy moans when he touched her, and the fact that she was quite possibly the strongest woman he had ever known that made Sakura the main subject of his thoughts these days. Even despite the mission.
Kakashi gasped as her fingers suddenly dug painfully into a knot in his neck he hadn’t even known he had, and then with the faint sound of a ‘pop,’ the pain was gone. He rolled his neck and shoulders appreciatively as Sakura stepped back.
“Better?” He could hear the smile in her voice; she was always like that when she managed to get him in the hospital. Both cocky of her skills and pleased that she could take at least some of his pain away. It made him smile.
“Much, thanks Sakura.” Suddenly she was quiet, much too quiet.
Kakashi turned to see Sakura staring at him with wide eyes. “Saki? What’s wrong?” He stood and reached for her but she stepped back, she was shaking but he didn’t know why. And then her eyes filled with tears.
“You… you called me Sakura.”
“Kuso.” Kakashi ran his fingers through his hair and cursed himself silently. How could he do that! This entire mission was riding on them keeping their cover intact and here he was destroying it with one careless word. What the hell was he thinking!
“Listen Saki,” he reached for her again, and again she stepped back, this time shaking her head and letting a couple tears fall.
“No!” He froze. They both looked surprised that she had shouted and then she took off like a shot, running into the house and slamming the door. Kakashi was only one step behind her but she managed to lock the door before he could open it.
Kakashi cursed aloud and kicked the door, pounding on it with his fist. “Damn it Saki, it was just a mistake, come back here and talk to me!” There was no response so he continued his assault, taking out his self-hatred on the door to their temporary home.
“Don’t make me break the door down Saki, you know I can do it, don’t play this game with me, you know you’ll lose!” When there was still no response Kakashi stepped back and decided to change tactics.
In a voice that was deadly calm but still loud enough to hear through the thick door he said, “I’m giving you to the count of three Saki, and if you aren’t out here I’m going to have to punish you.” Silence.
“One…” Silence.
“Two…” He thought he heard a faint noise, but she was still locked inside.
“Three!” The door remained closed and Kakashi closed his eyes and took a deep breath before breaking down the door with one chakra laden kick. There was a scream and the sound of scuffling as Sakura tried to run out the door. He allowed her to get three steps outside before grabbing her by her hair and pulling.
She screamed as her forward momentum was abruptly halted and she was thrown to the ground like an ill-favored toy. He rolled her onto her stomach and twined his fingers into her hair once more and yanked up. Prone as she was, she stopped fighting and just continued crying.
“I told you it was a mistake didn’t I?! Didn’t I Saki?!” He shook her when she didn’t respond.
“Yes Sensei.” Sakura’s reply was weak and barely understandable through her tears.
“But you wouldn’t listen, would you? Look what you made me do Saki! Just look!” She cried harder as he shook her, and then he let her go.
After a moment his hands began to gently stroke down her hair and back, caressing her as if to comfort an irrational child. “Shhh, Saki. It’s okay now. I’m not mad anymore. I’m sorry.” His words were quiet and apologetic.
Sakura wanted to kick his face in for almost destroying everything they had worked for.
Instead she did what was required of her to save the mission, she stayed in character.
“I’m sorry Saki. I’m sorry, but you shouldn’t have done that. You know that I’m still going to have to punish you right?”
She shook in his gentle hands, looking over her shoulder at him with big watery eyes, begging him. “Please Sensei, I won’t do it again.” Hot tears continued to flow as she pleaded. “I promise I’ll be good Sensei, so please…”
He pet her hair tenderly even as he shook his head. Her eyes widened as he leaned forward and whispered quietly in her ear. “I’m sorry Sakura, please… don’t fight me.”
As Kakashi proceeded to strip her of her clothing Sakura couldn’t stop the tears. She didn’t know she could feel like this.
Almost from the moment he had called her real name she had known that something like this would have to happen for them to maintain their cover. Neither of them had a choice, but this was completely different than all those times before.
He thrust inside her without taking even a moment to prepare her, and as the pain washed over her she wanted to hate him. For the first time in all of this she had no control and she wanted to claw his eyes out and curse his name, he was not gentle, he didn’t pretend to care, he was hurting her, raping her…
And he would never forgive himself.
It was his fault and she couldn’t even bring herself to hate him.
He was quick, having taken no time to give her pleasure or to lengthen his own; and after he finished he stood above her, a shadow against the darkening sky. “You’re not allowed to regulate your cycles anymore Saki. I wont let you leave me, and once your pregnant you wont be able to, will you?”
Kakashi stood there long enough to see her vaguely nod before walking away, leaving Sakura to lay there like a broken doll. It wasn’t until she finally felt the presence of their watcher drift away that she could find the strength to stand. She knew there could be another that stayed behind, but right now nothing could stop her from walking to the cold stream a short distance from the house and washing herself. She scrubbed her skin with a piece of her torn dress until it was raw, unable to cry anymore tears that even she didn’t know the validity of.
Then she walked back the house like a zombie.
Everything had been put back in its place, a facsimile of the way it was supposed to be.
She found Kakashi lying face down on the bed with his face buried into a pillow. She wordlessly went to the wardrobe and pulled out a nightgown and put it on before going to him and sitting on the edge of the bed.
When he looked up at her she saw a tear tail down from his one black eye and disappear into his mask, it broke something in her. She began to cry, earnest, real tears, and he pulled her down into his arms. She found herself simultaneously beating against his chest and clinging to him desperately as he apologized over and over into her hair.
She wanted so desperately to hate him, but she didn’t think it was possible. He had jeopardized the mission and hurt her in a way she hadn’t thought him capable of; but he had hurt himself with his carelessness as much as he had hurt her. And for that, she could forgive him just about anything.
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The only real change in this chapter was in the last bit between Ino and Neji, otherwise just some re-wording.
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