Disclaimer: Naruto and its characters are created by Masashi Kishimoto, This fanfiction has been written for entertainment purposes only and without intention of infringing upon any copyright.


Chapter Six: The Fake

Sakura noticed Kimiko had a bag with her and a roll of paper in her hand, she was about to ask her what it was, but they had arrived at the museum and Kimiko had turned towards her to talk. "Sakura the people visiting today will most likely be uncomfortable with a ninja wondering around, your attire is a dead give away." She handed Sakura the bag she was holding and Sakura looked at her quizzically.

"There's some civilian clothing in there, plus if anyone tries to steal the painting you'll take them off guard." She said in a businesslike manner but still kindly. Wow, Kimiko really thought ahead. Sakura knew the reason why she wanted her wearing civilian clothes. The wealthy people who would come to see the painting would look down on her for being a ninja and might start a commotion about her being at the museum.

Sakura thought it over before saying "Ok. I'll meet you when I'm changed then." it would of helped if she let me get changed at the hotel, though it was nice of her to get clothes for me Sakura contemplated. Kimiko nodded to her and went down the corridor with her roll of paper.

Sakura went to find the restroom. It was the cleanest restroom she had ever seen, you could eat your dinner off of the floor with no qualms. Sakura took off her backpack, weapon holster, cloak and boots then placed them on the counter by the sink. She took the single article of clothing out of the bag, it was a light weight, summer dress like Kimiko had but sky blue in colour.

She took her clothes off and slipped in it. There were some sandals in the bag that Sakura put on as well. She strapped her weapon holster around her leg hidden behind the knee length dress. Then place her backpack within the bag Kimiko had given her, along with her clothes and boots. It was a bit clunky but it would do she thought as she placed it over her shoulder.

It was a bag that went over only one shoulder in the civilian style. She folded her cloak over her forearm and looked at her reflection in the mirrors lining the extensive restroom wall. If I didn't know any better, I would say your a civilian born and raised Inner Sakura complemented.

Sakura looked at her mid-length hair in the mirror, it was shoulder length. It made her look more feminine as pale, pink locks framed her face, when she got back to Konoha she would need it cut back so it wouldn't get in the way. Sakura noted the bubblegum colour of her hair contrasted with the sky blue dress greatly, but with her bag slung over one shoulder and cloak in hand she looked like a normal teenage girl.

She met Kimiko in the room at the end of the corridor, the peculiar painting was on the wall behind the velvet ropes. Kimiko spun round to look at Sakura. Her mouth went into an 'o' shape and her hands came to her face. "Oh, you look lovely! If I didn't know better, I would of thought you were a civilian through and through." Kimiko said excitedly with a spark in her eyes.

"You look like my little sister, though she has brown hair and blue eyes." She mused aloud. Sakura grinned before doing some hand seals. "I need to mask by chakra and change my hair colour anyway." and with that Sakura changed her hair colour to a light brown and eyes the same colour as her dress.

Kimiko's eyes widened dramatically "I knew shinobi could do that, but I've never seen it done. Not fair, I have to dye my hair this colour." she exclaimed while pointing to her flaxen hair. Sakura just smiled at her devilishly. Kimiko tilted her head at Sakura. "Hey, Sakura, what's that mark on your chest?"

Sakura gave a her a puzzled look "What mar-" she began but stopped as she saw the jade coloured diamond. She looked back up to Kimiko to explain. "It's a seal, if I get into trouble I can unseal it to get more chakra, it gives me power when I run out basically. She added to help explain to the business woman. Kimiko 'hmm-ed' at it.

"It kind of undoes all the effort to make me look like a civilian, doesn't it?" Sakura guessed what was on Kimiko's mind. Kimiko reached around her neck to take off her thin, cotton scarf and placed it around Sakura's, hiding the diamond. "ta-da" she said with a smile.

"People should be arriving soon, lets go look." Kimiko suddenly said

They walked down the corridor and met up with the museum owner, he and Kimiko talked for a while, it seemed they where family friends, Sakura just stood there wordlessly. He glanced at her and Kimiko explained she was her younger sister. The fat jolly man then started talking to her saying "Nyia I haven't seen you since you were a baby." Sakura just awkwardly smiled at the large but neatly dressed man.

Eventually he left to open the museum door for eager visitors. Many people were entering despite the early time. People of all ages, gender and class filtered through the large glass doors to see the limited time piece of art. By the afternoon Kimiko had gone to her painting and was answering questions about it for the knowledge, thirsty visitors.

Sakura had decided to take a stroll around the quieter parts of the museum. No shinobi had entered into the museum yet, all she could sense were untrained chakra signatures of the public, so she could relax enough to leave the painting in Kimiko's hands.

Just as she was thinking this, a masked chakra signature walked into the museum. It did not pause to look at leaflets or other art. It went straight to where the valuable painting was with an even pace not broken by any eye-catching pieces of art. Sure some shinobi liked art, like any other person, but this was questionable behaviour.

Sakura made a bee-line for the direction the ninja was travelling in. As she reached the crowd of people hovering around at the end of the corridor, she stood still, scanning for the ninja. She could not make out where it was. There where too many people and too many chakra signatures to distinguish from.

Suddenly the noise of the heaters fanning out air slowed down and the lights flicked off in an instance, all together leaving the museum in complete and utter darkness. It took a moment for it to sink in before gasp were heard and shouts about the lights being turning off. From amidst the shouting Kimiko voice could be heard, firmly yelling out. "Everyone please remain calm!"

As if her voice was the switch a humming started from the far-off generator and lights sparked on in a row down the corridor. Most of the occupants blinked as their sight was returned. Kimiko examined over the crowds to make sure no one had injured themselves in the dark.

A voice suddenly called out. "It's gone!" the person who voiced this had their arm and finger pointed in front of him. Spectators turned their heads from the man to the painting. Only it wasn't there. There were several moment of shocked silence before outrage erupted.


Moments earlier Sakura had detected the masked chakra signature in the dark, it had moved towards the velvet ropes and then made a break for it while it was still dark, but Sakura was hot on their tail. Whoever they were, they were fast. They seemed to be pre-occupied with arranging the painting in their hand than looking out behind them.

The lights came back on as she raced round the corner after the thief. The thief was male, he had golden hair and a green top. It was him, it was the one who looked like a wood elf. Only then did he he seem to notice her. Or more likely he knew she was there all along and chose to ignore her like she wasn't a threat.

As if making a decision he stopped and waited for her to catch up. He was overconfident, she could tell that. He stood straight with a face of stone, but Sakura could tell he saw her as weak. It showed in his eyes, the way he watched her catch up to him. He would most likely try to knock her out quickly so she didn't follow him any further.

Sakura flung her bag, coat and scarf on the floor. If he was going to fight her then the scarf would provide useful for strangling her. The man ran at her, painting under his arm, faster than she had anticipated, she charged her fists with chakra. If he did manage to catch her punch he would still end up injured.

In an instant the man swerved out of the way, instead of catching her punch and attacking her, he jumped away. Why did he change his mind at the last minute? Sakura had her chakra unmasked now, her fist were blazing with unused chakra.

The man stared at her from his spot a few feet away. He looked at the diamond on her chest, his eyes lingering before looking at her eyes then hair. "You look better with brown hair." He said in a monotone voice as he studied her. He smirked for a fraction of a second when her mouth dropped open in disbelief about to query him. She left herself open and he came in to attack.

He was infront of her in a second. Sakura's hands flew up in fright with her still unused chakra pumping in them. The man reeled back but it was too late, in a show of luck rather than skill Sakura hit his shoulders with enough force to push him back and drop the painting but not injure him.

Don't let her touch you, remember. The man mentally chided himself. He straitened himself up and suppressed the urge to rub his sore shoulders. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed her pick up the painting, about to turn and leave. He fazed infront of her appearing to come out of thin air, he aimed a high kick at her chest.

But alas like everything in his life, things were not going his way. In an attempt to shield herself from the powerful kick Sakura brought up the painting. The man kicked right through it.

As the canvas ripped it sounded like a zip being undone. Both of them stood frozen for a moment. The man was the first to recover. He took his foot out of the gaping slice he had created. Sakura's face was of unadulterated horror as she couldn't rip her eyes away from the damage. The man was shocked but he did not display it on his face.

A whistling tune could be heard coming from a nearby corridor, keys jingled and steps echoed. Security guard.

If it was possible Sakura stood more rigid. The man noticed a small door that looked like part of the wall. It was most likely a janitor closet. He glanced at the frozen girl and the ripped painting clutched in her fingers.

In a split second he grasped her by the waist with one arm before she could react. He went to the door hoping it wasn't locked. It easily opened, and he went inside with his load and shut the door quietly.

It was dark in there. It smelt of bleach and the air was more humid. Sakura started struggling in his grip and started complaining in a harsh whisper. He pushed her against the closet wall to still her movement and put a hand tightly over her mouth. This made her struggle more and make protesting noises about the breach of her personal space.

The foot falls of the security guard could be heard at the end of the corridor. The man stood still trying his best to keep the squirming girl still. The security guard's whistling tune became clearer as he walked up the corridor. Just before he got to the door Sakura bit the man's hand. The lapse in control was all she needed to get out. But he did not let go.

Despite wanting to pull his hand away and swear obscenities like his younger brother would most likely of done in this situation. He did not - withstanding the pain like he had done for many years, for many other reasons - he stood still. His blood slipped on and around Sakura's mouth as his hand bled. He didn't care, it was her fault after all.

The whistling stopped abruptly outside the door. Sakura attempted to shout out but the man put his bloodied fingers in her open mouth and pressed himself into her even more. She moaned from the position and the blunt pain of his body being too closely pressed into hers. Her moaning continued in an attempt to get the security guard.

His lips grazed her left ear and a few strands of hair moved in and out with his warm breath that draped over her neck. She shivered involuntarily as he spoke closely by her ear in a velvet purr. "Shh" he whispered, tuning his head so his nose and forehead buried into her hair. His eyes were clenched shut but Sakura could not see that.

The jingle of keys continued and the steps echoed away at a sedated pace. The man let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. He took his bloody fingers out of Sakura's mouth and lightened his hold slightly. It seemed she had been shocked out of trying to escape.

She wiped her mouth sluggishly. It left a sizeable smudge mark of vermilion on her lower lip. Their eyes had adjusted to the light and the man couldn't help but stare at her bloodied lips, he tore his eyes away and focused on ripped painting. He took his jacket off and placed it over the side of the painting so the front couldn't be seen. Some of his blood dripped onto the front as he did so.

Sakura just watched as he did this, her throat felt dry and she knew if she tried to run he would catch her. It was as if she had gotten ten times slower, she felt sluggish and dazed. "You ripped it" she said hoarsely. He turned to look at her, ignoring her accusation. His eyes dived down to her lips again before ripping them away to look at the diamond shape on her chest.

The present hokage had that mark on her forehead. As her apprentice it was only natural Sakura would inherit her jutsu, but why there? The girl snapped her arms up quickly and folded her arms over her chest protectively just below the seal. He looked to her face quizzically to find her cheeks the same colour as her usual hair colour. He looked back down at her chest wondering why she had done that, then it clicked.

She thought I was looking at her non-existent breasts he mentally concluded. He wasn't a pervert, but it must have seemed that way. He was studying her chest for a long time without hiding it. He put up his mask of indifference, like he did whenever something awkward happened.

"Not that I don't like being in a dark closet with strangers... are you going to let me out?" Sakura said with more resolve in her voice than she had thought she was capable at the moment. More footsteps could be heard accompanied with the sound of squeaky, trolley wheels. The man's eyes noted the lock on the inside of the door and Sakura's eyes went to to ceiling in prayer, please don't lock me in here with you.

As the sound of the trolley came closer he locked it just encase. To his and Sakura's horror, they could feel a chakra signature stop, walk around the trolley and head for the door. Janitor this time and they were in his closet.

The yellow-haired man looked at Sakura's bloody lips and partially hidden painting before going over to her. He took her lightly by the shoulder and just as she was about to protest, "Trust me" he said silkily with heavy lidded eyes. Her own eyes where wide as he pressed her against the wall and lifted one of her bare legs up so it went over his hip and bent at the knee. He draped her limp arm over his neck.

The door handle turned, clicking and turning but not opening. The chakra signature stood still for a second, the next moment keys could be heard slipping into the lock. From her position Sakura could feel the man's warmth and steady breathing. The man placed his arm around her waist delicately and dipped his head down so their foreheads where almost touching.

He looked at her blood stained lips before contemplating weather to get rid of the marks or not. The handle to the door finally clicked open, bringing in a beam off light. The man lowered his head further to the girls lips. He lightly placed his lips on hers before tracing the bottom of her lip with his tongue. It was his own blood and it tasted tangy, Sakura breath hitched at his advances to cleaning her.

The beam off light got bigger until it flooded the room and the janitors outline could be seen. To hell with it. The golden-haired man caught her lower lip with his teeth playfully before sucking on it gently. Sakura let out a moan and her body raised further up him making the hem of her dress go higher up her leg, and betraying her mind. Stop it! her mind shrieked at her. A shocked and terse yell came from the janitor he flicked his torch on, rather than flicking the lights on, which were on the other side of the closet.

The golden-haired man could feel Sakura's erratic heartbeat under her cotton dress and pleasure emitting off her in waves. Neither of them had to act surprised when the janitor directed his torch to the two of them. They jumped apart as if they were magnets with one that had switched poles. They both breathed heavily as the janitor angrily told them to get out.

They played the part of a young couple as the yellow-haired man placed the painting under his arm and left down the corridor with Sakura and without raising the suspicious of the janitor, to why he had a painting under his arm.

As soon as they were out of the janitor's sight they separated a distance away from each other. Both of them pretending that what just happened, didn't happen.

"Can I have the painting back?" Sakura tried her luck. The man merely shook his head and prepared to walk off. She speed walked in front of him to halt his steps. "Hey, just wait a second will you? What are you going to do with a sliced painting, your employer wont want it."

He stood his ground and replied in a soft tone "You ask too many questions." He sensed for any chakra signatures before going down another corridor. Sakura followed in tow. "I really need that painting, what do you think your going to do with a ripped one anyway, your employer will be furious when he sees it's ruined." she tried again

He was silent for a moment. "I'm going to glue it together" He said finally in a simple, straight forward manner. Sakura face planted her forehead with her hand with a resounding smack. "People will notice, not to mention, you've gotten blood on it." she accused. The golden-haired man ignored her as he went down different corridors.

"If you really are glueing it, then your going the wrong way." She called out to him in defeat.


She had just kissed a total stranger in a dark closet and it wasn't just a peck on the cheek. Well she wasn't the one to kiss him, he kissed her. He's a thief, he's broken the painting and stolen it, and your just letting him, why? Inner Sakura asked.

She could feel a good vibe from him, he was her enemy at the moment, but she felt they could be companions if in different circumstances. Your only saying that because you made out with him Inner Sakura said exasperatedly. That was true but that didn't mean she was just going to let him get away with the prized painting.

Sure he was good looking apart from the green t-shirt he was wearing. He made her giddy and her pulse raced when she looked at him, those were only physical reactions though. Her mission came before a cute boy, well man. He looked much older than her and acted it. He was too old for her anyway. When they had glued it together she wouldtry to catch him off guard and get the painting back.

For now she would pretend to be on his side. She knew a few medical attacks that could send him unconscious, the best one would be to touch his neck. Sakura spotted the door she had found earlier while she was taking a stroll. "I think this is the room" she said to the man next to her. The yellow-haired man went infront of her and let himself in, she followed.

It was a dusty room, shelves filled with cleaning products, grease, easel's and a few oil paintings most likely being restored. The man scanned the shelves with his eyes, moving bottles out of the way to find something akin to glue. He found a white tub of it and a paint brush. He went along the shelves looking for something else, not stopping in what he was doing he said to her "Why are you still here?"

Dammit. Sakura picked up some stray canvas roll before replying simply. "I'm helping you fix it." He looked at her then raised an eyebrow as if saying is-that-so? He took the roll of canvas out of her hands lightly before unrolling it into a strip and brushing glue onto it. He aligned the two edges of the ripped canvas of the painting together then placed the strip of canvas onto the back of it.

Sakura bit her lower lip to see the results of his work. The golden-haired man turned the painting over to display the painting. It looked... it looked alright, you couldn't tell unless you looked up close. The man displayed no relief as he saw that it didn't look too bad, he merely looked over it before spotting the blood covering it lightly in a thin film.

Sakura noticed too. "It looks alright... how do we get the blood off though?" she asked, not prepared to get an answer from the impassive man. "Hn" he said while shrugging. It wasn't really an answer but it was more than she had expected, and it showed he had accepted her help. Sakura liked it when she got a response, this man was like a big child, Sakura would talk to children in the hospital and would always feel accomplished when they began to open up to her and she felt the same way now.

They both searched the shelves before Sakura came across a tin container, with 'Lacquer Thinner' written at the top. Sakura let out an "Ah-ha" before taking it out of its place on the shelf. The man looked at her as if she was mad. "I use it to clean my wok at home, it should get the blood off." she explained.

"wok?" he repeated. "Yes, you know what you cook with." she said crisply. He nodded as he had lost interest and looked away at the dust particles in the rectangle of window light. Sakura got a rag and placed the tin upside down into it. She looked over the painting and so did the yellow-haired man waiting for her to continue. She applied the substance with the rag and swiped over the blood covering the lady in the picture.

Most of the blood came off, it came off cleanly not effecting the painting below. Sakura rubbed the rag over the last bit of blood left. It looks as good as new, well sort of...Sakura looked at it then glanced at the man standing passively next to her through the corner of her eye, he seemed surprised she had gotten it off. Now was the time to run off with the painting, leaving the man unconscious. All she had to do was touch his neck.

She edged closer to him pretending to get a better look at the painting. Her arm went behind him, out of his line of view. She went to place it by his neck, as soon as she went to move, his hand shot out and snatched her by the wrist. He was still looking at the painting before he turned to look at her slowly. His eyes were piercing, like molten larva directed at her. His grip was tight and hurt. Sakura couldn't think while being subjected to his death glare and eyes locked with his.

After several moment of standing like that, he dropped her wrist as if it burnt and it fell limply by her side. "Do not do that again." He said steadily, voice laden with malice that could make the even devil avert his eyes in shame. It felt like there was a rock in her stomach, he trusted she wouldn't do anything like that. Like she trusted him when he got them out of the closet with the painting not being found ruined.

He trusted her not to attack him and she felt bad because she had lost the small amount of trust she had with this stranger. But she never asked him to trust her whereas he had. So she had the right to do what she wanted, didn't she? She was on a mission after all. what would he think if she just let him walk away? Weak, a weak minded teenage girl. What did she care what he thought of her, he didn't even know her.

As that thought formed in her mind something else occurred to her. "Why did you say I look better with brown hair?" The yellow-haired man seemed to contemplate it before looking at her with half lidded eyes. "No, I didn't" he denied smoothly. "Yes, you did" she burst out. How could he lie so easily? He just looked at her blankly. She gave him a incredulous look. He knew her, but Sakura didn't know him, the only person he reminded her of was Sasuke.

Just like the man on the ferry. "Your that man who was on the ferry, your partner was going to kill me after I broke his arm." She accused. "You recognized my chakra signature, so when I unmasked it to punch you earlier, you knew who I was and jumped back."

After the long explanation the man was standing there unaffected by her words. He frowned slightly at her before saying "No." Sakura just smiled before saying "Ok." unconvinced.

Her attention was caught by the painting both of them had forgotten about. Sakura's mouth dropped open so low the man was surprised it didn't hit the floor, he turned to look at what had caught her attention.

The only ever recorded picture of a rare clans bloodline limit had turned to a soapy mixture. It had bubbled and lifted off of the canvas, some of the paint slipped down the painting in grey droplets. The occupants of the room watched it as the catastrophe set in. The golden-haired man's face turned to annoyance while Sakura screamed as if willing the painting to go back to normal. She was usually worried over little things, but this wasn't little.

As the two were caught up in the painting's slow death the door flung open, to the golden-haired man's annoyance and Sakura's sheer horror. "Sakura are you in here?" Kimiko's voice called out. Sakura let out a shrill shriek. Kimiko would see it, she would be angry and disappointed, it would be better if the painting was stolen rather than destroyed.

Kimiko stilled when she saw the impassive yellow-haired man that Sakura had giggle at earlier before looking at the pale girl. "Sakura are you alright?" she asked coming over to the girl. Sakura nodded as Kimiko put an arm around her. The yellow-haired man and Kimiko looked at each other, the man remained expressionless. "I've been looking for you for hours, what's happened?" Sakura eyes flickered to the painting that was partially hidden in the dark.

Kimiko gasped quietly. Sakura had expected her to lose it. "What happened to it?" she said calmly, looking back and forth from the man to Sakura. It was quiet for a moment before Sakura said "I ruined it, I'm so sorry." her voice sounding defeated. Kimiko laughed slightly, while consoling the girl. "I can see that" she said encouragingly. "Who's this?" she half asked the man and half Sakura.

It was quiet for quite along time, neither of them talking. The man was not giving anything away. Sakura went to break the silence but the man spoke just before her, in a measured pace. "I was hired to steal the painting. I ripped through it when I attempted to take it. She helped fix it and clean it and then tried to steal it back off me." Kimiko oh-ed so it was ripped as well, that didn't explain why it looked half melted though.

Kimiko shrugged "Well Its ruined now and holds no value, the person who wants to buy it has sentimental attachments to it, if we deliver it to him like this he'll be enraged." she said tersely. "It would be better off if it was written off as stolen rather than ruined and damaged beyond repair." She let out a long sigh before looking up at the yellow-haired man. He nodded in understanding, they didn't want it, though his employer might. It held sentimental value to him as well as whoever they were going selling it to.

Kimiko took the sullen Sakura away with her out of the room. The air way heavy as they walked in silence, their feet tapping the floor every few moments. The journey around the museum seemed to take forever until they finally reached where they were headed. Sakura lifted her head from the ground to see the empty room where the painting once was. It was the end of the day and people had gone home.

Kimiko went over to the safe and started punching in numbers to Sakura's confusion. The steel coated room opened, Kimiko moved out of the way and faced Sakura with a large smirk on her face. Inside the safe was the painting Sakura had ruined not so long ago. It was clean and no marks could be seen on it. Sakura stared at it in puzzlement. "What?" she blurted out, looking to the smirking Kimiko. "How can that be there?" she said disbelievingly.

"I never took it out of the safe." Kimiko informed simply. Sakura stood still, shocked beyond belief. "You mean the painting everyone was looking at, the one that yellow-haired man stole and the one I ruined wasn't the real thing?" she said incredulously. Kimiko's devilish smirk turned into a eye sparkling smile as she 'mh hm-ed' at the stunned girl.

"Y-you really plan ahead" Sakura said with awe. "I went through all that trouble to get it back aswell." Sakura puffed. Kimiko laughed at her "I can't believe you ended up getting the fake, ripped and melted, I'm just glad it wasn't the real thing."

Sakura just shook her head in disbelief, all that for nothing. Well she did get something out of it. Flashbacks of the reserved man pressing himself to her and whispering into her ear with his warm breath, it made her shiver. He was at least a foot taller than her, he was of light build, built for speed and his hair was in a low ponytail. Not once did he unmask his chakra so if they ever did meet Sakura wouldn't know. She was sure he had a genjutsu up aswell, so she would not recognise him. She sighed as if she had deflated slightly.

Kimiko next to her, nudged her. "Come on Sakura, we need to get to the warehouse." She mentioned happily with the intact painting under her arm. Kimiko seemed to be getting along just fine without Sakura's help. She had brought that roll of paper, which was really the fake canvas painting and fooled everyone. Sakura included, she had made her get dressed at the museum while she hung it up.

Kimiko sure was sneaky.


The yellow-haired man finally let his guise down as he travelled to the outskirts of spring country at mid speeds, jumping tree to tree. He really hated this country, it was too cold and he hated Ame where it rained non-stop. He preferred warm places where the sky's were blue everyday. A place that contrasted greatly with his personality.

The man could feel the cold getting to him, he had the urge to cough. To cough his lungs out at his hearts content. He quelled the over powering sensation into the back of his mind by thinking of something else. The first thing that came to his mind was unsurprisingly his day. His mission was ruined because of the little girl. She was only what, Fifteen?

If he had left that fire going in the woods the second time he saw her, then maybe she would have been killed in it and he never would have had to deal with her. Or if he didn't stop to try and knock her out he mused.

His employer would be mad when he saw the ruined painting, he didn't care. It was sentimental to him and he would pay for it if he wanted it, otherwise the yellow-haired man would just burn it with a katon jutsu and cut his losses.

No, he would take it, after all the trouble it took him to get it. Mainly getting bitten by a teenage girl. That was his fault, he should have comatosed her instead of taking her by the waist. He looked at the forming scabs on his palm and recollected the memory of wanting to scream and swear, though he had quelled it just like his urges to cough.

A sickening picture flashed in his mind. He was wrapped around the girl, kissing her soft, pink lips. Sakura was her name he reminded himself. He had actually done that but it was in the dark, in his mind he could see it all. Her blood smeared mouth as he sucked it off delicately.

He had no qualms with doing that if the situation needed it but even he had principle's, he was at least eight years older than her. He had never done that with someone so... young. He made it seem so terrible in his mind, it was only to clean the blood off her and the inviting position they were in was all an act.

Though he had only ever been in that situation with older women. The girl had started moaning under his advances and he had noticed her dress had risen up along with her body. He shivered slightly at the recollection blaming it on the cold wind. She was his brothers old teammate, she was most likely on his side, if she knew who was touching her like that she would have run away screaming or punching him.

He decided he would never go near her again, just as the thought had formed a cough escaped him. He tried to suppress it again, but it was too strong. This time he gave up to the sensation and he stopped to let out a racking cough he had wanted to for a very long time.