a/n: this story was something i've had on my mind for quiiiiite a while...enjoy!
& uhm, sorry for any mistakes on spelling or whatever :)
note: this story is AU & non-massacre & there was no Shinobi War or anything
disclaimer: i do not own naruto.
Icha Icha Cherry
Luscious red lips curved into a secretive smile, sea-foam colored eyes sparkled under the shining sunlight. Hips hypnotically moved left and right, as the owner of the delectable curvy body strutted down the street. Haruno Sakura, age 20, was Aphrodite incarnate as she left drooling fanboys in her wake.
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WHIRR! CLICK! SNAP! FLASH!
Sakura posed for the camera, letting her arms cross in front of her busty chest, as her hips jutted from the side. A nurse cap was set on her rose-pink tresses, the white nurses' uniform barely covering her round bottom. Red, shining lips were set in a small pout, as the owner of those lips sent a sultry gaze to the camera lens. The white uniform she wore was skin-tight, outlining her breasts and all of her curves for the camera to see.
'Stupid Tsunade-shishou...that damn Legendary Sucker! How could she do this to her very own pupil?' Sakura angrily thought to herself, not letting her thoughts show on her face, as she once again moved into another pose.
Red killer pumps were strapped onto dainty feet, with thigh high stockings showcasing toned and leaned legs, along with a matching garter belt. These legs led up to strong, firm thighs, barely covered by the nurse dress that she wore. The dress had a large red cross stitched onto the breast pocket of her uniform, before leading to what seemed to be an imitation of a heartbeat on a heart monitor, the zig-zagged line running down one side of her body.
"Come on Sakura, work it baby!" A lecherous leer was followed by the statement, by one familiar perverted shinobi that Sakura had the displeasure of knowing.
Sakura kept in a growl, glaring at the white-haired Toad-Sannin as he continuously clicked the button of the camera, trying to capture every shot of this opportune moment. She moved into another pose, biting her index finger, sending a seductive gaze towards the camera, as she kneeled on the floor and placed her other hand beside her.
Another click. Another flash. That was the sound of her dignity lowering even more.
'Why do the blondes in my life keep getting me into these types of messes?'
'Outer-chan! I like this outfit, we should keep it! Along with that one cute sailor outfit from earlier!'
'No way! Inner, do you know much our reputation will be destroyed once Jiraiya is done with this?!'
'You mean our reputation with the guys?' Her perverted Inner slyly stated, making Sakura's eyes widen minutely, as she was dimmly aware of Jiraiya calling a break, before she sat down on the hospital bed prop.
The dress stretched tightly over her thighs, the paper sheet beneath her rustling with every movement, but she ignored that in favor of wondering why the blondes in her life always seemed to drag her into their messes, expecting her to clean up after them.
After a rather strenuous and lengthy surgery at the hospital, Sakura was stopped by a nervous Shizune, who relayed a message from the Legendary Sucker, telling her to meet the Hokage as soon as possible.
"But what about the rest of my patients?" Sakura asked, an inquisitive look on her face as she stared at the dark-headed woman.
"I'll be taking over, but please hurry Sakura! I'm pretty worried about how she's behaving today, she's been drinking more than usual..." Shizune was biting her lips nervously, wringing her hands as she stared at the pinkette.
"Alright, I'll go see what she wants."
Sakura handed her files over to Shizune, before heading towards the Hokage tower, wondering what was bothering her shishou so bad that she was drinking heavily at this time of day.
She glanced up at the sky, staring at the fluffy white clouds floating on by, with the rays of sunlight shining down on Konoha. The streets were alive with kids running around and people perusing the street stalls, with the vendors all calling out and trying to promote their items.
The pinkette breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of the bustling streets and all that came with it. Home. The home that she would do everything in her power to protect. Before she knew it, she was reaching the steps that lead to the Hokage Tower, and she started the arduous task of climbing the steps, her mind lost in her thoughts.
Bypassing the receptionist that waved her in, Sakura soon reached the heavy mahogany double doors and knocked steadily, before waiting for her shishou to give her clearance to come in.
Hearing a slightly too loud "Come in!", followed by a loud belch, Sakura steadied her nerves, mentally preparing herself for what the blonde Hokage had to tell her and entered the double doors.
"You wanted to see me, Tsunade-shishou?" inquired the pinkette, gazing at the sight that befell her eyes.
The desk was a mess, with paperwork cluttered all over, and several sake bottles, all empty, littered on top of the important, precious documents. The Legendary Sucker was a sight for sore eyes, her blonde pigtails in a mess, her eyes bloodshot, and she was drinking straight out of the sake bottle, forgoing the tiny cups.
"Ahhh yes, Sakura! I have some...news for you." Tsunade wiped her mouth, before setting the bottle down on the desk and interlaced her hands together, giving Sakura a serious stare.
Sakura gulped, inwardly wondering if something serious and horrible had happened, because Tsunade looked so grim. She straightened up her stance, leveling her shoulders and crossing her hands behind her back, giving Tsunade all her attention.
"Last night, Jiraiya had something interesting to tell me..." Tsunade started off, her eyes avoiding her apprentice's, as she stared above the pinkette's head.
Sakura furrowed a pink eyebrow, as her shishou's tone turned from serious, to guilty.
"Shishou...what happened?" Sakura demanded, her stance relaxing, and her tone hardening as she recognized the blonde's fidgety movements. The Legendary Sucker was guilty of something, and she's seen those fidgety movements enough times from Naruto to know that she wasn't going to like what she was going to hear.
"Well, it started with an interesting game of poker, you see, he was exchanging some rather delicate information that he collected from his travels, before we started betting..." the blonde's fingers were now playing with each other, as her amber orbs gazed at anything but her pink-haired apprentice.
"After we upped the ante, Jiraiya bet at least two years worth of sake, in exchange for him choosing a model from our ranks for his latest 'Icha Icha' series."
After hearing that dreaded statement, Sakura's eyes grew wide, her mouth opening as she stared at her idiotic leader in shock.
"Shishou...tell me you didn't!"
A guilty look was her answer, before Tsunade opened her mouth, "I'm sorry Sakura! I really thought I was going to win! I had a full house! But then that perverted teammate of mine bested me with a royal flush! I bet he cheated...!" Tsunade ranted angrily, an angry tic forming as she thought of her perverted teammate cheating, "And well...after winning, he chose you, Sakura!"
Sakura curled her fists, clenching them as she tried to reign in her anger. She lifted a hand to her forehead, sighing deeply as she rubbed at the seal that lay on her forehead, feeling a headache coming on from her shishou's addiction to drinking and gambling, that often led her into trouble.
"Tsunade-shishouuuu! How could you do this to me?! What would become of my reputation, how will I even model for him, I don't want to get naked!" The series of complaints ran out of the pinkette's mouth, her hands waving around as she paced back and forth in front of the heavy oak desk.
"Do you know how many perverts read 'Icha Icha' shishou? Do you know how many people we know read it? Kakashi-sensei reads it, shishou! He even hooked the rest of Team 7 into reading that filth!"
"Sakura, don't worry! You wont have to get naked or anything, you just have to...pose for him." The blonde Godaime tried to reassure her, but the thought of parading her body in front of the world's biggest pervert made her shiver in disgust. Who knew what that pervert would do?
"Here are the details on which he set, don't worry Sakura, I looked over them, all you have to do is just sign this waiver stating that you are 18 years or older, and then show up to that location, where Jiraiya will have you dress up and take pictures." Tsunade stated, giving out a professional air as she handed a paper to Sakura.
"He won't do anything you wouldn't want him to, besides, I wouldn't let him!" The Godaime held up a fist, eyes burning at the thought of Jiraiya doing unwanted things to her beloved apprentice.
"But...but shishou isn't there another way?" Sakura pleaded, her eyes roving over the paper, reading over the thick fine print, as she was slowly resigning herself to her fate of becoming a...a...model for Jiraiya, the self-proclaimed SUPER Pervert.
"No buts! Now Sakura, don't make me turn this into an official mission if you don't do this! Just pose for him for a day, then you're set to go!"
"This is all your fault anyway shishou, so why do I have to do this?"
"Because you are a kunoichi of Konoha, and some sacrifices have to be made! Besides, this will do wonders for your confidence, and give you a chance to show off that body of yours!" Her mentor stated, a playful shine glinting on her amber orbs.
'And if this plays out into my hands...my cute little apprentice will FINALLY get a love life!' The blonde Hokage cackled into her mind, her grin growing wider and creepier as her thoughts continued to develop into Sakura getting married, to Sakura popping out children, and finally to her spoiling those children as if they were her own grandkids.
Sakura gave a deadpan stare at her shishou, getting a bit creeped out by her smile.
"Shishou! Who do I need to show my body off to? And why?" the pinkette demanded, glaring at the woman while her pink lips formed a pout.
"Why, to the delectable shinobi that resides in Konoha, my dear little apprentice! And, you need a man in your life Sakura!"
"SHISHOU! I don't need a man right now, I'm perfectly content with my life!"
"Sakura, Sakura, Sakura...you need a break from the hospital, and someone to spend your time with! You can't spend your life doing missions, training, or at the hospital! Learn to live! Now, I'll clear your schedule tomorrow, so don't forget to go to the location!"
Sakura briefly thought that Tsunade-shishou was starting to sound a LOT like that Ino-pig, before she gave an exasperated look towards her beloved teacher.
"...fine...but if that pervert does something he will have to find someone else to model for him!"
"Don't worry Sakura! You'll be fine! Now, dismissed!"
The pinkette threw one last scorching glare at her shishou, the paper in her hand crumbling a bit as she stormed off.
'How could shishou do this to me...now I'm subjected to that perverted man's whims!'
'Outer-chan, this could be a chance for us! An opportunity! Don't be so quick to judge!' Inner Sakura scolded, placing her hands on her hips.
'Shut it, Inner, you don't get a say! And a chance for what, for Konoha's population to ogle us?'
'Outer-chaaan! This could get us known and get us laid! By insanely hot guys!'
Sakura rolled her eyes, her perverted Inner always ranted at her to join Ino at the club and find a man to share a night of sin with.
Exiting the Hokage's office, the pinkette leaped from the stairs, and onto a nearby rooftop, before heading towards her apartment to peruse the paper in greater detail.
Several hours after that debacle, Sakura couldn't find one damn loophole, so she begrudgingly signed the paper after meticulously looking over every small detail.
However, she couldn't deny that as a young child, she briefly dreamed of becoming a model and having her own photoshoots. Of having the camera focused on her and only her. Even under the less than stellar circumstances that led her to this photoshoot, the feeling of being in these revealing outfits made her feel a bit empowered and sexy.
After arriving at the location, which was at a nondescript location, she entered and was astounded by the set up that Jiraiya had created. There were about two sets in the room, with many different equipment crowding around both of the sets.
One set was just a simple green screen, and the other was being set up in the background of what looked to be a bedroom.
On one side of the wall, she saw many different outfits, all in different lengths, but nothing longer than mid-thigh. On the other side of the wall, she saw many props showcasing the many different scenes that will be put up. There were three small rooms, one which was a bathroom, the other a changing room, and the last where the make-up was all set. There was a small crew assembled around the perverted Sannin, all listening to his instructions.
Jiraiya, having spotted her, made a beeline towards the pinkette.
"Sakura! Just the woman I wanted to see! Now, we have to get you ready for your first outfit! Hurry and follow Miki towards the make-up room, she'll have you ready!"
And with that, Jiraiya went off towards his crew, barking orders left and right.
Bewildered, Sakura followed the woman towards the make-up room, before sitting down on a chair in front of a large vanity mirror. She didn't know that Jiraiya went through all this trouble for his Icha Icha series.
It was well-known throughout Konoha, throughout all of the nations, that Jiraiya was a peeping tom, always going on and on about 'inspiration' for his perverted series. The onsens that were near the village gates were some of the places where he was well-known to peep at, and women avoided it like the plague. So who knew that behind that perverted exterior, was someone who was actually meticulous in his writing? She didn't know that he needed someone to model outfits like this, nor did she know that Jiraiya actually put a lot of thought into the drawings he had along with his writing.
The general idea that Sakura got was that all she had to do was pose in several different outfits coordinated by Jiraiya, who would later use her pictures as inspiration for his perverted series, and then she was all done participating in the stupid bet her shishou inadvertently involved her in. She didn't know what exactly he'll be doing for his books, but just from her participating, she was helping him get over his 'writer's block' that he claimed to have.
And before Sakura knew it, she was thrown into her first outfit, which was a maid costume, as she nervously started posing in front of the green screen, a duster in hand.
As time went on by, the pinkette was noticeably getting more comfortable, her poses becoming more and more natural as she went through several outfit changes.
Currently in her nurses' outfit, which was the last outfit that Jiraiya had, Sakura remained sitting on the prop, the paper crinkling underneath her shifting thighs. Throughout this whole experience, she felt a bit sad that the photoshoot was ending already. The posing, the outfits, the atmosphere, it made her feel wonderful, and something she rarely experienced in her field of work. She felt like a woman.
'Hm...I guess that perverted Sannin isn't so bad after all...but still...I'm going to be featured on his smutty series! Which...everyone...reads...even the people I know!' Like being splashed with cold water, Sakura felt all the good feelings she felt from earlier evaporate as she remembered that Jiraiya was using her as a model for the newest series of Icha Icha.
After inquiring about the bet, the white-haired Toad-Sannin explained that he needed a new model, because apparently, people were saying that his latest work, Icha Icha Lifestyle was tacky, and too much like all of his other Icha Icha works. The plot was overdone, with the bored and lonely housewives, the sex was stale, and the characters were boring.
So after meeting up with Tsunade to share his findings from his extensive spy network, a 'great' idea formed in his mind, knowing her bad luck at gambling, he proposed the bet, intending for the Legendary Sucker to lose so he could get a new muse and model for his next series.
And in came poor, naive, Sakura.
The moment that he saw the poor pinkette as he came into the village, he was planning on choosing her, because she certainly grew up from the last time he saw her, when she was a thin 15 year old still growing into her body, with curves barely developing.
It was perfect for Jiraiya, the exotic apprentice of the Godaime who was also the 'Sweetheart' of Konoha. With her luscious, pink locks that reached to the middle of her back, those beautiful, expressive sea-foam colored eyes, and that body! That body that developed hugely, with full, wide hips, legs that seemed to stretch for miles, and that ass! That sweet, sweet ass!
He certainly hit the jackpot with having Sakura as a model, and Jiraiya knew that his next series, dubbed Icha Icha Cherry would be a huge hit.
The poor girl didn't know it, but he was planning on inserting a version of her in the newest series. He already knew what he wanted to write in the book, and all he needed was the visual aid of the pinkette in the sexy costumes he provided.
Instead of a main male character, who usually slept with tons of women, his newest book will feature his first ever main female character.
The heroine would be a slender, busty, and leggy pink-haired kunoichi and medic-nin that goes by the name of Hanako, who was scorned by her lover, Kosuke. The vindictive kunoichi would then go on a series of S-ranked seduction missions, going undercover, sleeping and gaining information on the many different enemies that her village was up against, not knowing that with each encounter of the devilishly good-looking men, her heart would slowly start to heal from its' fragile state.
'Ahhh...to be young again...' The Toad-Sannin thought to himself, before clapping his hands, gaining attention from everyone on set.
"Alright, back to work, people! Sakura, we only have 10 film left, so make these last 10 count!"
Sakura looked up at the camera lens, mentally crying at the fact that her shishou dragged her into this mess.
Heaving a small sigh, Sakura crossed one leg over the other, her hands smoothing the wrinkled paper underneath her, before she leaned both arms behind her, bringing attention to the straining white material that covered her breasts, her cleavage shown clearly.
She knew that she would later regret modeling for the Super Pervert, but she was going to enjoy this moment while she can. She'd worry about the consequences later, once the photoshoot was done and over with.
And once people found out that the innocent pinkette was posing like this for Icha Icha, well...she'd just have to take the comments and attention all in stride.
a/n: hnnnn not sure about this one tbh...i have no idea where this story would go yet..but poor sakura is conflicted over her little modeling!
i like to think that when jiraiya wrote his smut stories, that it was like a hentai manga or something similar.
...read & review?