This series follows the life of my character, Sayuri. For further information, please visit her article page on the Naruto Fanon Wiki.
This is not a continuous story. It is merely a collage of many short stories that cover Sayuri's life style. With that being said, I would like to inform you that I take requests. If you have a plot idea, or want Sayuri to meet a canon character or anything like that, please leave me a comment for it. I will make it happen no matter what, that much I can guarantee.
This chapter is an introduction for the main character of the series. Please also move on to the other chapters as they are much more detailed and greater in length.
A platoon of distinct figures, each draped from head to toe within a dark blanket -their faces concealed with the presence of a mask- stormed through the hidden doors of an all too familiar setting. They were none other than the ANBU division of Konohagakure, returning to their base with an order specifically intended for their captain commander. However yet, they seemed to be a bit apprehensive, sweat dripping behind their covers as they made haste towards the bathing facility of the ANBU barracks; a quarter past noon, this was surely where their captain would have been, without a doubt. If they had managed to make it in time, their presence would not go unrewarded.
Just as it had been orchestrated, the sound of delicate footsteps could be heard setting off in the distance. The masked warriors were quickly overjoyed as the sound of wet feet tapping against the tile grew all the more noticeable, until finally, a dark silhouette could be seen through the steam produced by the showers. The platoon of assassins had been waiting outside the actual shower, of course, as the entire bathing hall was always off limits during this time, for the sake of their captain commander. Respect was surely something evident within this organization, but even more so, those belonging to the ANBU division of Konoha were known for their loyalty, and their ability to abide to written rules diligently, without failure. However, in this case, the shinobi who had presented themselves before the showers had with them a bit of an excuse; with direct orders from the sixth hokage, they had been explicitly ordered to carry on the intended information to their captain commander, even if it were to such an extent.
"I'm going to assume you all have a reasonable explanation as to why you're here," a soft, feeble voice inquired from within the steam. "I'm sure you'd be aware of the consequences, otherwise."
From the steam emerged a fair skinned brunette renown worldwide as the "Beauty of the Hidden Leaf". She was dressed in absolutely nothing, save for a small towel that somehow managed to stretch far down enough to protect both her chest and upper thighs from being exposed to the lurking eyes. Small drips of water were present all along her physique, which by all means, was more than just gracious; even the most committed bodybuilders could not have so much as hoped to accomplish what this woman had presented. Akin to her lineage as a Senju, who possessed an able life force alongside the ability to garner a more refined stature, she was well proportioned, and had features that any man would deem heavenous, most notable of which were the colossal melons hanging from her chest that just barely remained hidden behind the delicate fabric of the wet towel.
"Sayuri-sama," one of the masked men began, attempting to regain control over his own manly desires. "W-we have been told to inform y-you.."
His eyes widened beneath his mask, and red fluid waterfalled from each of his nostrils as he caught a glimpse of the woman's curvaceous physique. It was not often that a woman with jugs larger than Tsunade's was standing in front of you. The poor man was unable to finish his report, before one of his teammates muscled enough courage, albeit at the cost of turning his face away from the captain's gorgeous body.
"Hokage-sama would like to see you in his office immediately!" He exclaimed, before grabbing ahold of the rest of his peers and retreating into the locker room, with the fear of losing an able supply of his own blood to such a circumstance plaguing his mind.
Sayuri stood motionless for several seconds, giving way to no more than a single eyebrow, which she rose to convey her apallment. Surely, the summons of the hokage was not something she could go about ignoring, no matter how desperately her body needed grooming. Even so, it was beyond her why he may have needed her services at this exact moment. Whatever it was, it had to be important; spending some few minutes on dressing herself as opposed to the full hour it would have normally taken her, Sayuri departed from the ANBU barracks and made her way towards the office of Kakashi Hatake.
Kakashi turned around in his seat and immediately set his gaze upon Sayuri, whose cleavage was all the more visible to him in her kneeled down position. Even more than the average male, he had a weakness for busty women; the many fantasies he had uncovered within Jiraiya's Icha Icha series suddenly came storming back, and it was only after a few minutes that he had actually managed to regain his concentration.
With his customary face mask providing shelter against his embarrassment -preventing his reddened face from being exposed- Kakashi greeted his subordinate and then turned his face back to the side immediately, betraying his peeping eyes that had once been responsible for all his fame and glory.
"You're right on time, Sayuri-san," his muffled voice began, appearing a tad bit shaky still yet, pitted in an endless battle against his racing mind. "I.. I'm running short on time here, so as usual, I'm going to cut to the chase."
Sayuri nodded, frowning internally. For reasons unknown to her, the most important man within the entire village always seemed a bit paced before her, almost like he wanted her out of his sight as soon as possible. She had great respect for him, and possibly even something more; the idea that he was not too fond of her was not very pleasant.
"Following our reports, it seems as though a new group of mercenaries has taken the world by surprise; referring to themselves as "Blacklist", it's comprised of five missing-nin, one from each major hidden village," Kakashi's tone was now fierce, conveying the intensity of the matter. "Normally, something of the sort would not have escaped our eyes for so long; apparently this group has been connected for several months, and we have only just now become aware of their existence."
"It's odd, especially considering the number of crimes they have already committed around the world... someone has to be covering for them, hiding away any evidence leading to them," Kakashi paused, before unveiling a photograph on the tabletop. "We are not certain what it is they are trying to accomplish. All we know is that this man is a suspect in aiding their cause, potentially their biggest supporter. Your assignment will be to confirm their relationship and report back any information you manage to gather."
Sayuri looked upon the image briefly, as her eyes were suddenly overtaken by a venomous crimson persona. Three tomoe spun into place accordingly, replicating the design of a pinwheel in each. Kakashi's breath slowed, as if to hint at a bit of nostalgia; it had been a long ten years since he had lost his sharingan. Though he saw it very rarely these days, the mere thought took him back to his glory days.
Upon memorizing the man's face, Sayuri collected a scroll from the Hokage, which would provide her with further details on her assignment. Stepping away slowly, she turned back to offer him one final glance before departing, a smile forming on her soft lips when she realized how low his gaze had been set.