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Chapter 5: Namikaze Minato

To the general public, Namikaze Minato is their beloved mayor who brought Konoha out of the economic crisis, eradicated the corruption, and strengthened the nation's relationship with other countries. The man accomplished all that by hard work, charisma, and dedication for his city.

His most fearsome skill, the deciding factor for his success, is his ability to recognize "talent". He can look at a person, analyze his characters and belief, and determine what the most suitable role for him. In other words, he knows who to use to get a job done. Due to his charisma, no one has ever escaped from his grasp once he set his sight on that person.

He is always seen with a cheerful smile and displaces a warm personality. Even in the face of scandal, he never loses his calm and gentle manner. He treats people with respect and goes out of his way to take care of their troubles. He makes people feel special and cared for. To the oblivious citizens, he is a true saint.

But you don't stare at the darkness and expect that the darkness does not stare back.

She caught a glimpse at the true essence of Namikaze Minato that one time when she was bored and thought that hacking into the government archive was a good way to have fun. Well, she had fun alright, but what she saw almost made her wish that she could travel through time and stop her past self from making that stupid decision.

Rationally, she understood where he is coming from, as there was no righteous way to get rid of the garbage without getting dirty. But seeing how he managed to get everyone fooled disturbed her in a way that made everything she had seen in the black-market pale in comparison.

But for some reason, she still accepted his request despite knowing his true self.

He wore the same mask that he showed the public in their first couple of dates. That man was pleasant to be around with. He was a gentle and loving lover with a bit of a childish side.

Then one day Naruto made lunch for her.

Standing in the changing stall completely nude, Sakura carefully inspects the container of the box that Minato gave her. As usual, he favors the feminine style.

The A-line dress is black with white puff sleeves; the hemline ends in the middle of her thigh. The neckline is square and low enough to hint a bit of her cleavage, decorating with a white satin ribbon in the middle. A set of undergarments is provided to go with the dress: a white lace balconette bra and matching white panties. The outfit is completed with a simple pair of black heels.

Whenever she goes on a date with Minato, he would always ask her to change into the outfit he has chosen for the occasion, then return the clothes when they are finished. This way they are not violating the rules, and he gets to dress up his girl. She notices that the outfits are brand new each time, and dresses and skirts are his favorites, not including his taste of underwear.

She must admit, for a widower who has not officially been in a company of a woman for a long time, he is a sensible judge of woman fashion. He knows what she likes, and what she needs. The clothes always accentuate her figure and make her feel comfortable and confident.

Lost in her thought, she absentmindedly put on her clothes. As she is only in underwear, a voice from behind her jolts her out of her daydream.

"Is the dress not to your liking?"

Out of reflex, she covers her chest and turns her head around to see that Minato has poked his head through the curtain, not missing how his gaze lingering on her body.

"The dress is lovely. Just give me a moment –"

"Wonderful. Let me help you put it on then." Minato casually gets in the stall with her. He turns her around and removes her hands that are obstructing his view of her chest.

"Minato, I can –"

"Lift your leg, Sakura." His tone leaves no room for argument.

Knowing better than to disobey him when he calls her "Sakura", she does as he said. Her hands come to rest on his shoulder for support when he bends down to slide the dress in. She shivers whenever his hands touch her skin.

He gets on one knee to put on her heels. Due to their difference in height and proximity, his head is dangerously close to her sensitive part. A glance at his concentrating expression makes her wonder if he is aware of their position, and whether he is doing this on purpose just to make her even more uncomfortable.

"Probably the latter." Sakura muses in her head.

For as long as she has known the man, Minato has never done anything without an intention. The man is so well-versed in manipulation that even the notorious Uchiha Madara is on guard with his superior. Those who know the real Minato both fear and respect him. Even his close aides and friends cannot guess what is on his mind most of the time, though they trust his decision wholeheartedly.

At first, she thought a man like that would have had a lonely life, but she changed her mind after meeting him. Minato is a shrewd individual, but everything he does comes from good intentions. He truly cares about the people around him, and he has also come to terms with the darkness of humanity. Rather than rejecting, he accepts it as a part of him.

That's how Akatsuki was founded, and how Konoha becomes the city it is today.

"The road to Hell is paved with good intentions, but someone has to walk that road so that others can go to Heaven."

So lost in her thought again, Sakura isn't aware that one of her hand is playing with the blond locks and massaging his head, an action that only takes place whenever is she is distracting. Her partner, who has mastered all her body language, does not miss the gesture.

"Ahh –" A piercing pain on her inner thigh that is mere inches from her lady part brings her mind back to the changing stall.

Looking down, Sakura locks eyes with Minato who is grinning smugly like a misbehaving cat who just got away with breaking his owner's favorite cup, his cheek pressing on her abused thigh. The dress has been pulled up to her hip without her notice. The area where he bit her is bleeding, though, by the shallowness of the bite mark, it will not leave a scar once it heals.

"It's rude to ignore me when we are together. What were you thinking about, little one?"

"Even so, you didn't have to bite me. Ahh –"

"Answer the question." Minato harshly licks the mark, agitating the damaged flesh, causing pain signal to be sent through her nervous system. Sakura bites her lips to hold back another gasp. The longer it takes for her to give in to his demand, the more vicious Minato's antics become.

"I was, ahh –, thinking about, itai, you."

"Hmm, and what about me?" Minato is purring now, pleased with her answer. He is licking at the wound more gently and soothingly as a reward. His hands are rubbing her thigh to ease the pain.

"I remembered when we first met." Technically, it isn't a lie. She was reflecting on her first impression of him as her "boyfriend", but there is no way she is telling him how much of a shrewd bastard she knows he is.

Sakura hopes that he drops the topic. He rarely asks about her feelings for him, and she is glad for that. Just like how Uchiha-sama is so attuned to her needs, Minato is very sensitive about her emotions.

"He can see through my lie the second it leaves my mouth. Maybe I can distract –"

A lick at her womanhood, protected by her panties, causes Sakura to let out a gasp at the sudden pleasure that shots through her core. Her shaking legs threatens to collapse, but Minato catches her quivering body and pushes her against the wall. He moves back to give her space, chuckling when he sees her blushing face.

"Take off your panties." He orders, opening a few buttons on his white dress shirt, revealing the top part of his muscular chest. Sakura pulls the lightly damp fabric down her legs, carefully folding the material and putting it on the side. She will need it when they are done.

"Hike up your dress. Drop it and I will stop."

She gathers the dress in her hands, holding her breath in anticipation. She doesn't have to wait long since as soon as her womanhood comes into view, Minato takes his place between her legs and dives in.

Sakura closes her eyes, tossing her head back, gritting her teeth to stop the moan in the back of her throat. However, she remembers that he likes to hear her voice, so she lets it out, succumbing to the pleasure. Her lower half arches into his face, seeking for more pressure and bliss that only he can provide. Her hand grasps his head, holding on to dear life.

Minato groans, liking how responsive she is, his tongue thrusting in and out of her faster. His hand comes up and starts playing with her clit which makes Sakura screams.

For a long time, the changing stall is filled with panting and moaning from a female, and occasional grunts from a male. The air is saturated with sex and musk, possibly from her arousal.

Sakura can feel the coil in her stomach tightens, a sign that she is reaching climax. Her lover also feels the change in her body, having experienced it many times. He simply intensifies his action, resulting in her moaning louder.

"Good girl."

When Sakura is about to finish, Minato stops.

A young man stops in front of the office of his partner. He knocks on the door and lets himself in without waiting for permission.

"Dammit, Haku. I could have been having sex!"

"Your office is next to Itachi-san and Obito-san, Shisui. Please do so. I would love to see them castrate you." The androgynous man replies with a cordial smile.

The dark-haired man, Shisui, scoffs at his partner, picking up a random object to chuck at the other man. The object, which turns out to be an orange, misses its target as Haku skillfully moves his head to the side, earning himself a glare from Shisui.

"Tell me what you want then get the fuck out."

"Language, Shisui. What would your father say?"

"Get out."

"I have the records that you have been looking for in the Mist's archives." A box is dropped unceremoniously on Shisui's desk. The dark-haired man opens the box, meticulously inspecting the contents before putting the files in a safe.

"I heard what happened to your uncle. It was truly unfortunate. You have my condolence."

"... Why are you making it sounds like he died…? Anyway, you should save it for Itachi. Now that my uncle is under house arrest, Itachi will be seeing him at home every day. Let's hope that there won't be a massacre in the future."

Haku chuckles at his partner's exaggeration. Not wanting to stay any longer, he bids his partner goodbye and leaves the building.

Before going home, he quickly sends a message to his friend in Konoha city.

Back at Nekomama Cafe

"... Why?"

A yelp is heard, followed by a masculine chuckle.

"You are more submissive when you are frustrated, little one."

Note: I decided to go with Hokage Minato's personality in this fic because I don't think he can be total sunshine and idealistic with his position and reputation. I hope I didn't butcher him too much. I'm not quite happy with the smut part. I have never written a smut scene before, so I will try my best. Please bear with me. The Uchiha-sama guessing game is very entertaining :))

Spoiler: cats, hot spring, and Naruto.

Reviews are much appreciated.