Title: One to Ten


Prolog teaser


Let us start the story with a personal note- Haruno Sakura's level of comfort was currently sitting at a five. Her day to day life in the hospital caused her to be desensitized to trauma and drama alike. And therefore she leisurely maintained a three on her comfort scale with practiced ease. So when it rises above her average normalcy, than that truly means something is out of place.

Like this conversation.

It was the prime example of 'out of place.' It was to the wrong citizen, the wrong girl, and the wrong everything else.

"Please" the blonde woman begged with tears hanging onto the corners of her eyes, nearly over flowing, but not quite. A very powerful message to the desperation of what she was asking.

"Please Sakura; don't make me do this to my own brother…"

Temari was a strong and attractive and intelligent (and occasionally a loving) woman. She was the like the fifth Hokage, someone independent, but also dependable. She was the correct amount of mean with a complimenting amount of softness rolled into an impressive kunoichi.

So when a woman of this caliber cries and begs, you know the situation is bad.

And bad it was. For Sakura that is. The very idea, the notion!

But, she supposed, it wasn't as bad for her as it would be for Temari.

"If he rejects you… We've tried so many of the village girls. He just attacks them. No-not that he's really hurt them…but…"

It was hard for Sakura to look the sand nin in the eye. Honestly, she wanted to help them; Suna, Temari, Kankuro, Gaara... She did.

But to sleep with a boy, who bordered on being a man, just because he was horny sounded silly.

It was silly, really. Ridiculous even.

'Demons make horrible mental roommates'.

'Shut up you.'

"We don't know what else to do. He refuses anyone who he believes to be weak." Poor Temari was trying to speak through the pain she felt- so the words were broken and pitiable. Sakura could understand it, the horror of sleeping with someone related to you, let alone your little brother.

'Incest. Ewwwwwwwwwww.'

"Hum, how….what. Hum," was Sakura's smart reply. Only a bunch of dribble to show she was listening, but in honestly, she didn't comprehend.

What do you say to someone asking you to have sex with their younger brother who had a questionable hold on his sanity?

'Will he be good at shagging?'

'Shush.'

'Will you provide the protection?'

'Can you please provide something less perverted to my train of thought?!'

"….Go in with you and if he refuses you too, we'll just try someone else. You know. I really….I will…but I don't…"

'Look, we made her actually cry. You monster!'

Crying was a generous adjective to what Temari was actually doing. The running snotty nose, red blotchy marks and heavy chest heaving could better be described as bawling. Or hysterical weeping. She could possibly be emotionally berserking as a new type of manipulation jutsu.

Who knew if this breakdown was a tactical plan or a truly desperate plea for assistance?

Whatever the case, was Temari of the Desert truly expecting Sakura to agree to prostitution?

'Probably. Why else would she talk to you?'

'…'

'And you are thinking about it.'

'No, I'm not.'

'Yes, you are.'

"No. I'm not."

"Oh ga-god, not what S-sakura? Oh please don't say t-that!" Between the trembling of her sobs, Temari apparently heard Sakura's inner dilemma leak into outer actions.

Sometimes it was a little frustrating to have a 'unique' thought process…

Sakura wasn't comfortable with this conversation before, but now she was certainly becoming edgy. With the blonde latching herself onto Sakura's arms and, oh yeah, and sobbing messily all over her person; invading her personal space, forcing her to breathe that hot and wet air puffing frantically from Temari's mouth.

Un-Come-For-Te-a-Bull.

On the scale, this would be a solid six. Desperately crying woman begging you to sex her brother into submission warranted a six.

In the course of Sakura's training as a ninja and as a kunoichi, she was never presented with training against a situation like this. And in the true fashion of a Haruno who fought with tenacity and vigorous compassion, Sakura replied with a prompt "No, I mean, yes, yes, what?"

'what?'

"What?"

'OH GOD, stop interrupting my thoughts damnit! If you aren't going to provide logical support I'd rather just deal with this alone thank you!'

'It doesn't matter; you've told her you'll do it.'

"So you'll do it?"

'Crap.'

"Crap."

Ending this interaction with an update on the pinkette's comfort scale she would like to inform you that it is at a seven.


Have you been sufficiently teased? Fair warning, this will be a short story.

Regards,

Moye.