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Seducing the Okashira

By: Mimi The Deceitful

Chapter 1: The New Assignment

"YOU WANT ME TO WHAT?! Are you freaking serious?" 22-Year old Misao Makimachi paced back and forth in the office. Her adoptive grandfather kept quiet as he waited for her to calm down.

"Misao-chan, it can't be that disgusting to you? After all, it is an assignment and as a member of the Oniwabanshuu, I expect you to honor it. It's an easy task. Besides, you've been begging me for months for higher class assignments and look how you're treating it." He sighed as he sipped his 'tea'.

"Jiya! I am not going to go undercover to: 1! Seduce an Okashira of some unnamed group! 2! Do it all because you have some suspicions! And 3! I, Makimachi Misao will not degrade myself to such lowly standards! God, he's probably some lecher who craves young girls and virgins, a beat-up old shrug who doesn't know when to settle down!"

Suddenly a smirk appeared on his face but left as quickly as it appeared. Gotcha… "Of course. I understand. I knew you wouldn't be up to important assignments such as this one. You're above all of that. Well back to the minor assignments! Just like an old oniwabanshuu once said: once a baby shinobi, always a baby shinobi." He peeked one of his eyes open to see Misao heading towards the shoji. "Eh…? Misao-chan, where are you going?"

"I'M GETTING READY!" And with that, the shoji slammed shut.

"He's probably some lecher who craves young girls and virgins, a beat-up old shrug who doesn't know when to settle down!"

"OHHOHO! Are you in for a surprise my dear Misao-chan!" Okina leaned back in the western chair and cackled. Soon enough his laughter died and his eyes shut regretfully.

"Although…I can't help but feel a tiny twinge of guilt." His eyes opened and he stood to leave the room.

What would your grandfather have done…what would he have done?

In Misao's Room…

Misao violently shoved clothes, shoes, money, and (albeit more gently) her set of kunais into a suitcase. She had been tricked into accepting the mission and she blamed it all on her childish self. It wasn't until she finished packing and was twisting the doorknob did realization dawn on her.

"Kuso…!" She hissed as she released the knob and backed up to her bed. Her eyes were wide as saucers as she began putting two and two together.

Seduce.

Seduce Okashira.

Seduce Women, Okashira Man.

Seduce a man.

A hand slapped over her face as she groaned. Was she even capable of seduction? A ninja's life was pretty plain except for the action and danger that came with it. Plain was how she liked it. But…the world of women was a totally different story. It involved hours of prep in front of a mirror, using an insane amount of products on all parts of the body, layers of make-up and clothing that were immodest in all sense. All things she loved to loathe.

But…

Misao Makimachi was a faithful and true member of the Oniwabanshuu. She completed her missions as quickly and efficiently as she could. Playing the part of seductress should be nothing to her. Hell! She didn't even know where to start. Her mind began reeling as she headed towards her cousin Okon's room. She knew it'd be empty since everyone was currently on shift downstairs in the restaurant. Her eyes skimmed the room until she spotted it. A tiny makeup kit sitting atop the vanity desk. She cautiously looked around to see if anyone was looking before she snatched it and ran back to her room. She deemed a pair of plain casual clothes before she headed out the door unseen…and towards the nearest clothes boutique.

3 hours later in the Aoiya…

"Light rice sake and flavored soba noodles!" A handsome man with a strong build approached the window and retrieved the order.

"Here Shiro-kun! Is it just me or are we bustling with orders today?" A young women asked while fanning herself with a menu.

"Hey, look on the bright side. We're in business so we shouldn't be complaining!" Shiro picked up the order and approached his waiting table. "Here's your order of sake and soba. Is there anything else I can get for you?"

"No, thank you very much. The food looks –whistle- real good…" Shiro looked stupidly at the man for a few moments before following his line of vision. The sight that greeted him caused his jaw to drop and he felt fresh blood beginning to fill his nostrils.

There, entering the front of the restaurant was Misao sporting a denim cropped mini skirt and 2-inch white wedges. On top was a white laced camisole with a bust line that could make any guy drool. She pulled off her sunglasses to reveal a face lightly enhanced with makeup: red lipstick, smokey eye shadow and even eyeliner. She purposely shook her hair out before placing her sunglasses to rest on her head. Her raven locks had been let out of the usual braid and was instead flowing freely behind her in soft waves.



She strode confidently to an empty table and noticed how the men in the restaurant suddenly found their food less important. She sat herself down in the booth and picked up a menu as though she were actually a customer. Shiro composed himself once he got over his shock and immediately marched up to Misao's table.

"Misao-chan! What the 

hell are you wearing?" He whispered dumbstruck by her sudden change in appearance.

"Hm Shiro-kun…shouldn't you be asking me what I'd like to eat…?" She drawled out the last word and felt himself blushing from the different tone of voice she had.

"Misao-chan, what are you doing? Did the girls put you up to this?" Misao placed down her menu and gave Shiro an impossible look.

"Whaaaaat? You don't want to serve me?!" She said with wide eyes and placed a hand over her mouth. Suddenly a man approached the two of them and Misao smirked.

"Excuse me but a complete gentlemen like myself would offer to pay for the lady's meals. It would be terrible if she didn't receive any service for no particular reason at all." Shiro was about to respond to the man but Misao beat him to it.

"Why thank you sir! That's so kind of you! Why don't you join me?!" The man leered at her and made himself comfortable. "Well waiter sir, how about some sake for the two of us?" Shiro just nodded disbelievingly and left to place the order. He didn't even want to be anymore involved in what she was doing.

15 minutes later…

The man was completed wasted while Misao finished her meal. She occasionally giggled in response to whatever advances he began throwing at her. His tie was loosened and the top buttons of his shirt were undone. He looked like a pig and he reeked of alcohol. He slinked closer to Misao and threw an arm around her while she tried her hardest not to punch him in the face.

"So…" he purred into her ear as his hold tightened, "how about you and me leave this place and have some real fun?" Misao smiled prettily at him before standing up and dusting herself off.

"Well thanks for the free meal but I'll have to decline! It was nice knowing you!" She quickly left the table and headed upstairs while the man sulked at being rejected.

She washed the makeup off her face and took out her regular clothes. "That was easier than I thought! This mission is going to be a breeze." After changing she approached her room and located a file left on her bed. She sat down and opened the folder.

There was a single sheet of paper and a train ticket inside. She first glanced at the ticket which stated that she'd be leaving tomorrow at 7 A.M. before she skimmed the paper. Her target was located in Tokyo, only about 500 km from here. She had paid reservations at a hotel for as long as she needed to complete the mission. Her detailed instructions included only 3 things: 1, get as close to the target as she could. 2, Get target to divulge any possible information on the organization and 3, do not let him 

know who you are. Her target was hosting a party at his mansion the same day she arrived and an invitation would be left at her hotel. Her eyes continued down only to be met with a black space.

"Huh?" She said stupidly as she flipped the page back and forth. There was nothing. "What the hell? That's it?" There wasn't even anything on the person whom she would be targeting. She quickly closed the file and strode over to Okina's room.

"JIYA?!" Misao called before pulling his shoji open. He was sitting on his futon reading some old scrolls.

"Yes Misao-chan? What is it you need?" She held up the file and waved it around for emphasis.

"Is this all you have for me?" He looked at her innocently.

"Of course, everything you need to know is right there." Misao narrowed her eyes in disbelief.

"What about the guy? You don't have a picture, an age, any background information." Okina just shrugged his shoulders. "Not even a name?" Okina sat quietly for a few moments before deciding what to do.

"Shinomori," pause, "Shinomori Aoshi," he cautiously told her. He watched her face but was met with a vacant stare. Misao tested the name on her tongue before thanking him and leaving. Tomorrow she was going to seduce this man named Shinomori.

"Okashira, the arrangements have all been set. Invitations have been sent to every corporate business within Tokyo." A masked man by the name of Hannya appeared by his leader.

"Hannya, make sure everyone knows their roles and positions. I will be down in a few minutes."

"Aa, Okashira." The man was about to leave but his leader's voice stopped him.

"Are there any new leads on the Senada clan?"

"Nothing since the last time we received any." Hannya silently observed his leader while he spoke.

"You may leave Hannya."

"Aoshi-"

"You may leave." Hannya knew it was pointless trying to bring up that night. Instead he bowed and disappeared into thin air.

Aoshi Shinomori sat quietly meditating on the floor but he found himself unable to concentrate.

"Damn." He abruptly stood up and grabbed his beige trench coat from where it hung and exited the room.



It was almost midnight when Misao stepped off the train platform and began heading to her hotel. Barely anyone was out and she knew why. Tonight, her so called target was hosting a major event at his mansion in the farthest outstretches of town. If you saw it you'd think it was just bare land but in truth, it all belonged to him. Rich people…she hated them.

It was pitch dark. Good thing her Oniwanbanshuu training allowed her to see in the dark much easier than any normal person would. After following directions and being greeted by a concierge, she headed to her room. It was a spacious suite on the 8th floor complete with a separate living, kitchen, and dining area. She appreciated her surroundings for a few more moments before she unpacked. After taking a quick shower she pulled out an elaborate turquoise blue dress which she bought right before she left. It fell just halfway down her thighs ending right below her butt. It had a strapless top that curved outwards from its very low cut bustline which accentuated her small breasts. Looking in the mirror she carefully placed her hair in a messy but fashionable bun with her skilled hands making sure to leave some loose. After finishing she took a look in the mirror and examined herself. I look like I was raised in a brothel…

"Good." She removed everything from her suitcase and began fidgeting with the backing off it. Once it was loose she removed it from the bottom revealing her set of kunai. This was all so she could pass the train security. She smirked and held one up to her eye level. Always got to be prepared. Wrapping a tight holster around her upper thigh she secured her kunais in place. She grabbed a pair of four inch stiletto heels and her cell phone, donning a jacket before heading down to retrieve her invitation.

In The Taxi…

As the taxi pulled up along a secluded pathway Misao pulled down the window and peered out. "Um, I'm sorry. This must be the wrong place."

The taxi driver chuckled. "No, miss. This is the pathway that leads to the Shinomori Mansion."

"Shinomori…" The driver looked at her through the rear-view mirror thinking she asked a question.

"Shinomori, that's the owner of the mansion that you're headed to right now. Of course you must know this."

"Uh Right! I just spaced out. But where's the mansion." The driver nodded his head down the path.

"Not everyone is just allowed to enter the grounds whenever they want. This is as far as we can go. Somewhere down the path, a little ways walk, you'll see a few escorts and some carriages. They'll take you from there." Nodding her head, she stepped out of her taxi and paid the driver. After walking for a few minutes down the clearing she sighed when she saw the escorts. Although she wouldn't admit it she was getting pretty crept out, thinking she was being followed and seeing things in the woods. It was natural for an oniwabanshuu to be aware of their surroundings.

"Madam, are you here for the party?" Snapping out of her daze she nodded her head. "The party's probably in full swing right now but you aren't that late. May I see your invitation?" Reaching into her jacket she pulled out the invite to the party which Okina had gotten prior to assigning her the mission. Extending out his hand he helped Misao in the carriage and kissed it. "I hope you have a marvelous time Miss Akita is it?"

"Misa. It's Miss Misa Akita." Misao sighed as the carriage began moving. What have I gotten myself into?

10 minutes later…

Oh.

My.

God.

Those were the only words that Misao could think of as she stood there wide-eyed, gaping at the massive mansion in front of her. Walking up the long steps toward the huge doors, she was greeted by ushers who accepted her invitation. Numerous people had come up to her asking if she needed anything but of course she declined. After observing her surroundings for albeit she approached a massive hallway with classical music coming from it. Damn…curse that long train ride. The escort was right. The 

party already looked like it was in full swing. As she approached the large ball room she suddenly went nervous.

How the hell am I supposed to find the guy? After a quick thought raced through her head she sighed finding no other options. She'd rather play the part and then sulk in embarrassment later. She loosened the zipper on her jacket some and tested her heels on the tile. Doesn't everybody love a dramatic entrance?

"Lord Shinomori, might I tell you what a wonderful party this is?"

"Thank you. I'm glad you're enjoying it so far." He held up a fake smile each time he was greeted by his guests. As soon as they walked away his smiled faded.

"The gates are going to be closed in 5 minutes and we assume most of the guests are accounted for." A figure secluded in darkness appeared.

"Guards?" He asked.

"Stationed at their positions." He replied.

"Good. Have fun Hannya." As always he disappeared back into the darkness. Getting bored at his own party he turned to descend down the steps. He'd already met with half of the wealthy business lords and none have received any suspicion from him. He had yet to meet with the man he was looking for whom he was sure was in this very room. He gave his sea of guests the once over before overhearing two men by the stairs.

"Hey, do you know who that women is?" The man followed his eye sight and sipped his drink.

"I've never seen her before but she sure looks like a sex bomb don't you think?" Aoshi Shinomori lazily skimmed for the said person and his eyes landed on a petite woman entering the ballroom. Her heels clanked on the tile floor as she walked and on closer observation it seemed as if she were doing it purposely. He felt his eyes trimming up her long legs and figure of their own accord and he felt a twinge of desire which he refused to acknowledge. He watched as several men approached the women and he briefly wondered if she had any connections to the man that he was searching for. With that thought in mind he began striding in her direction telling himself that this was only business.

He observed her for a good 10 minutes sitting at the bar table in deep thought. She had been constantly offered drinks by many men who tried to engage in conversations with her. She hadn't refused any and he was surprised by just how well she could hold her alcohol. Suddenly she slumped her head down to rest on the table and he figured it was about time he approached her since the alcohol was starting to affect her. He casually sat down on the stool next to her giving her the once over before speaking.

Ugh…way to go Makimachi. Growing up with Jiya was a good experience and that's where she learned how to tolerate alcohol. Yet, she was half drunk by now. Not wanting to be rude she accepted the drinks many men had bought her and after a while she was hooked. They were just so damn good! She never tasted such fine wine ever in her life. She sat up albeit dizzy. "Ouch…" She was starting to get a minor headache.

"You should go albeit easier on the drinks next time. They're unusually hard for such small servings." Not wanting to drink anymore Misao lifted up her hands in a stop motion not looking up once.

"I'm sorry but I'm not accepting anymore drinks…uh? Probably a stupid question but where can I find the host of this party?" She began rubbing her temples as she decided to jump start on the mission after goofing off too much.

"You're talking to him."

Misao eyes shot open at once as she peered at the polished shoes and trailed it way up the figure that was sitting on the stool next to her. This was the man that she was supposed to seduce? A high-class business man who is suspected of being an Okashira of said un-named group. As soon as she reached his face she felt all confidence she had flying out the window. This was supposed to be an easy task! Just have to seduce the guy and find out all you can about him! Remember, this is a supposed dangerous man! Misao felt butterflies in her stomach as the sexiest man she had even seen her life smirked at her.



She quickly regained her composure he caught her ogling him. She felt color rising to her face and remained silent not knowing what to say. He extended out his hand and introduced himself. "Aoshi…Aoshi Shinomori."

"M-Misa. Misa A-Akita." She replied shaking his hand. She then gasped as he turned their hands, her palm facing up and brushed his soft lips against her skin.

"A pleasure to meet you Miss Misa Akita." Misao swear she would've of melted the way her false name rolled off his tongue. Jiya was wrong. Jiya was dead wrong. Somehow she felt…this was not going to anywhere near easy.

To Be Continued In Chapter 2!

Authors Notes:

-Yes, this is AU times, and I know it's OOC but bear with me. Come one. It's my story.

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