He stood there in utter shock at what he had just heard. He knew he had a high chance of being asked to do such a thing, one out of three, but he had hoped with all he was that he was not to be selected. Anger soon consumed him, body and soul. They couldn't do this! They couldn't force him to, let alone her!
"Do you understand what must be done?" The old wrinkled hag asked him. Next to her was the bony bastard. "She must be taught in secret!" he said.
"What you ask is far from the needs of this Village! We need medics! Not whores!" He yelled at them. His face red with anger.
"This is what it means to be a Kunoichi! In the rookie nine only three are Kunoichi! Out of them, she had been selected as the best candidate." The hag said, speaking in an uncaring tone.
He looked to his seito. She had beautiful short pink hair that hung in a way that complimented her face so well. Her skin was the color of a light cream. Yet, most interesting about her, was her sea-green eyes that expressed her true emotions if one cared to take time and look.
She was holding her hands on her chest. Her eyes narrowed in frustration and fear. She slowly turned to her Sensei with a look of shear terror at the task she was ask to do. He turned back to the Elders.
"She's only fifteen! Training starts at twenty for this!" He yelled far louder then he had thought.
"That was the past! We are on the brink of war!" the bastard yelled back. He turned to the paperwork he had been given. Each paper holding information on the young girl. He scanned through it. "Highest ranked in her class, Excellent charka control, has been exposed to an S-rank mission at age thirteen with it a success, trained by Lady Tsunade in medical ninjutsu, killed Sasori of the Sand a member of the Akatsuki and listed in the Bingo book, one of very few able to control the Kyuubi with in Uzumaki Naruto. All of these things define our prime candidate, Haruno Sakura!" he threw the stack at her Sensei.
"She still has much to learn from Tsu…" He stopped when he felt her hand touch him arm.
"High Elders, what should happen if I refuse this duty?" She asked in a soft voice.
The hag turned to her. "Should you refuse, Hyuuga Hinata will be forced to do so."
He felt her grip his arm. She was worried for her best friend. A smile appeared on her face as she stepped forward. "Then, I accept this mission."
Her Sensei ran in front of her gripping her tightly on her shoulders. She looked up at him with wide eyes. "Sakura-chan, you don't have to do this! You can refuse and…"
She shook her head with a saddened smile on her lips. "It's my duty to protect my Village. I am a Konoha Kunoichi." She said with a raspy voice.
He raised his head high as he turned to the old fucks who had forced this on her. "I accept as well." He said with regret.
She sat on her knees in the small kitchen that was in her Sensei's home. She looked down at her fingers in her lap as her Sensei prepared for the private lessons. They were both taken off of their missions for three days. Two days to read the necessary books and this day to use the techniques learned with in them. On the second day, she received a letter that said she should wear a kimono and be at her Sensei's home.
The kimono she wore was her mother's sakura furisode, a traditional kimono with elegantly long sleeves worn by unmarried maidens. The blood red base color brightened the look of the pink petals of the cherry blossom tree from which she was named. Her hair was wrapped in a lose bun held by a matching ribbon to that of the red in her kimono.
"I recognize that as your mother's…" he said not turning to look at her.
"I-It is." She said speaking softly. "It's been two years since she and dad…" her eyes narrowed in pain as she tried to hide her tears from him using the long sleeves of her furisode. "Forgive me." She whispered.
He stopped what he was doing. He thought of his own parents. His loving mother who died so young. His father committed seppuku after the shame he had been given. He tightened his grip on the tea cups. Yet, what happened to her parents was far beyond cruel. Her parents had been murdered in their own house. The one whom did it was never discovered. To have had that happen shortly after the one she loved abandoned her…
He turned to her. The table sat between them and he across from her. "Sakura-chan, you're a waitress in a restaurant and your target is a S-rank criminal whom I will portray. You know what to do." He said with a heavy heart.
She nodded and stood up. She bowed to him. "Welcome, I am Nagaro Kasumi." She said with a loving smile.
"I would like some Sake. Make it fast!" he said. He sat there as she went to the table with the Sake. She cleverly tripped over her own feet spilling some of the Sake on her Sensei. He grew angry and grabbed her wrist forcing her to come to his level. "You foolish bitch!" he yelled.
She displayed a look of fear. "Forgive me! I didn't mean too…" she grabbed a towel. Franticly, she wiped his lap where the Sake had been spilled.
He gripped her hand and pulled her on his lap. The slit in her furisode fell to the sides revealing her long cream colored legs up to her hip. She blushed brightly at this. He held both of her wrists. "There is something you can do that I will gladly forgive you for this…" he said seductively moving his masked lips toward hers.
She looked away from him. Bending her legs slightly in order to protect her lower half. "Kakashi-sensei…Stop!" she yelled. Her body was shaking. She looked up at him wish sorrowful eyes. She couldn't go through with it.
He sighed heavily. "Sakura-chan, is it that I'm wearing a mask?" he asked.
She shook her head fiercely. "It's not that!" Tears filled her eyes. "I-I just can't do it! I haven't even had my first kiss and to do these things…" she gritted her teeth.
He pressed his forehead to hers. His eyes narrowed in sadness for her. To be so young and to be forced into this. He moved his hand to his mask. She watched in awe as he pulled down the mask. She stared at the man whom was her teacher. The sharp curve in his jaw. The position of his nose fit so well with his face. He was striking.
"Sensei, I-I…" she couldn't find the words to say. She was studying each feature of his face. Etching the image in her memory as to never forget this rare privilege. A smile crossed his lips.
"Sakura-chan, I am truly Hatake Kakashi, your sensei." He said gently as he brushed away her tears. He looked down at her smiling face. She was beautiful. So much so when she smiled. His eyes began to shine with lustfulness.
He tilt his head to the side. Slowly he made his way to her lips. She refused him by clenching her teeth. He tightened his grip on her wrist. When she opened her mouth to moan he sipped his tongue inside her. She struggled under his strength but to no avail. The chakra pills he had given to her earlier, not for this reason but because it was what she would have to do on a mission, had drained her of chakra. He slid his hand between the top of her kimono and gripped her breast. She arched her back with the feeling of this new sensation. She continued to struggle even harder. He pulled his hand from her soft warm breast and laid her down on her back. He sat on her pelvis over looking her.
"NO!" she screamed. "Please I beg you stop!" she said as tears flowed from her eyes.
He shook his head. He had to go threw with this. The old hag had warned him if she was still a virgin, she would die as one! It was his duty to be sure she was trained. He closed his eyes and took a deep sigh. When he opened them she was gone. He smiled at her cleverness. He stood up and looked toward the door. It was slightly ajar. It took him no time to move from his kitchen to the hall where he could hear her franticly tried to open the locked door.
Her hair had fallen out of the bun it was in. She looked back, her eyes filled with true horror. She ran for the stairs. He quickly caught her before she could clear the first step. "So, you want to go to the bedroom for this…" he threw her over his shoulder. She kicked and screamed trying to escape her impending fate. When they got to his bedroom he threw her on the bed.
She sat up on her elbow. Her hair had become messy and hung wildly from her head. The kimono had fallen off her shoulders, exposing a small portion of her breast. The slit had separated clear up to her lower half, though he could see nothing. He knew she was highly traditional and so, she wore no underwear under her kimono. He stood at the foot of the bed just looking at her.
Her focus was so set on him; she didn't see the real Kakashi on the side of the bed. He pushed her shoulders down. "Sakura-chan, forgive me for this!" he said as he ripped the kimono, exposing her lovely round breasts. He looked at the rosy color of her nipples. Though they were not particularly large, they were firm and fit in the palm of his hands. He lowered hid head to them. He moved his tongue around her nipple. She arched her back. "You're breasts are very cute aijin*." He said. She slapped him for such a name as aijin.
He smiled as the side of his cheek turned black and blue. "Foolish little Sakura-chan…" he said. He took out a kunai and cut her obi in two. He looked down at her fully exposed body. It was lovely. Simply flawless. He smiled to him self. 'Naruto would have gone crazy by now.' He thought.
She tried once again to escape. In the sleeve of her pocket was a kunai she had hidden. She held it in a threatening way, showing him she was fully prepared to kill him to escape. She had the heart of a true Kunoichi. She moved under him just enough to attack him. He dodged easily and caught the blade. With a sharp twist of her wrist she lost the grip she had on the weapon and it fell to the ground. He smacked her. She fell back to the bed, blood flowing from the corner of her lip. He took a strand of the obi cloth and wrapped her arms to the bed post.
He took off his shirt and moved to her ear. "Relax Sakura-chan or this will be hell of a lot more painful then it needs to be." He whispered.
She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. "Relax…this!" she flung her head forward cracking it against his. He sat up holding his head as his blood trickled down. A wide smirk on his face.
"You really are something Sakura-chan. I bet even Ino-chan would have given in by now." He studied the look on her face. She seemed even more determined to escape now more then ever. He sighed. It would be his job to break her spirit. His job to mold her into what the Elders had wanted. He came down on her with all his force, slamming his weight into her breast. She clenched her teeth with the pain of it.
"Sakura-chan, you're so prideful. So high spirited, I find it my curse that I am the one whom must brake you of such things." He gripped her breast tighter and started to twist his hand to the right. He watched her reaction. The painful look on her face sent waves of an odd sensation through out his body.
"Ba-Bastard!" she let escape through her teeth.
He stopped and moved to her legs. They were so smooth, so soft, so warm. When he reached her knees he sat back up. She held them closed with all her might. Yet, it only took him one jolt of his arms to pry them open. He looked down at the very small amount of hair that was there. It was surprising that she would shave such a place, but he preferred it. He gently touched the opening to her. He looked up and saw she was fighting her moans. He wasn't too pleased with this. He wanted her to be honest with him. He didn't like this any more then she did. This was their mission. Their duty to their Village. He pushed in deeper. She fought the moans once again. Her face was becoming red. He looked down at his wet fingers. "You say now but your body says yes. It's betraying you Sakura-chan." He said showing her the juices that came from her body.
She shook her head. "No! I won't believe that!" she screamed trying to convince herself that it was not her doing. She struggled a bit more. Trying to free her self. The white obi cloth around her wrists bean to turn a pinkish color.
He moved his head to her womanhood. She begged him not to. Begged him to let her go. Begged him to help her forget this day. He shook his head. "I can't." he said softly. He licked her clitoris. She arched her back with the sudden sensation. Once again she didn't give him the reaction he had wanted. He continued his task only this time, he slipped a finger into her. She jolted at the sudden penetration of her body. She was tight, far too tight for him. If he were to enter her…
He wiggled his finger around a bit before he started to pull it in and out. She still fought the moans. He had begun to think that the only way to get her to, was to use his throbbing length. He pulled away from her. She relaxed a moment, breathing heavily. He had not noticed she had been holding her breath the entire time. He allowed her to catch her breath as he removed the rest of his clothes.
She looked down at it, her breathing barely slowed. It was huge. Although she had never seen one before in her life she knew it was larger then it should have been. Tears filled her eyes. She knew it would hurt. She moved her wrists some more trying desperately to escape. The pink cloth had now turned red and her blood ran down her arms. It was useless. She lowered her head, a painful smile on her face. "Tell that Baka, I'm so sorry." She said. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
Kakashi rushed to grab another piece of cloth and shove it in her mouth. She was trying to release her self from this world. He grew worried as he looked at the pitiful sight that was his seito. He had been able to stop her, but the task still remained. He moved sorrowfully back down to her lower half. He put the tip to her opening. He was having trouble entering her this slowly. He had no choice left. He grasped her hips and positioned himself properly. "Brace yourself." He warned. Not even a second later he harshly thrust his length in her small opening, burying it all the way in. She screamed through the cloth as she tried desperately to kick him off of her. He could feel her tightening up around him. It felt so wonderful! He began to thrust, slowly and gently at first but soon he picked up speed and aggressiveness. She continued to scream and fight him.
He moved to her ear as he continued his thrusting. "Sakura-chan…I hope you one day find some one you love, take care of him, live happy and have many beautiful children." A tear fell on her cheek from him. "I wish I could say that! I wish it could be true! Being the chosen Kunoichi…you can never marry, never love, nor bare children!" he lowered his head. "You're body exists for Konoha to use! It exists simply for this purpose. The purpose to seduce your targets and kill them!"
She turned her head from him. Her eyes closed with the pain she felt. She felt him wrap his arms around her. "I have always loved the spirit you had. The spirit that drove you to become stronger…" he wiped away her tear. "I have always loved you."
He gripped her tightly. "Sakura-chan! I-I'm about to-to cum…" her eyes widened and she struggled one last time. Once again she failed to escape. She felt the warm liquid within her.
He untied her. He stood up and looked at what he had done. Her girlhood had ended and had stained his bed. His seed mixed with it making a pinkish color that nearly matched her hair. He slowly wrapped her wrists which were raw and bleeding from her struggle. She had passed out from the experience. He gently ran his hair through her soft hair. He had destroyed her. She would never be able to live, she will only serve. For that was what a Kunoichi truly was. A slave to her Village.