A/N: Because I neglected to mention it last chapter, I want to thank my betas, Nyxako and k waifu, because my stories are so much better because of their support. Another special thank you to aliikatt, who did an AMAZING picture of Kakashi with smudged lipstick on her tumblr page that you should absolutely check out. Finally, thank you so much for everyone who reviews! I don't get to reply to them all, but they're the best part of writing fanfiction, and each one makes me so happy!

Sakura sighed as she stared at Naruto across his desk. He'd been wearing the same amused smirk since she'd walked in, and she was getting sick of it. It was ruining the good mood she'd had ever since she'd learned that Naruto was sending Kakashi on another mission—a mission that required lipstick.

Although Sakura and Kakashi had both been tangled together in his bed when Kakashi had received the summons to Naruto's office, they'd left at different times to avoid raising suspicion. The result was that Sakura had arrived at the Hokage Tower first. Now she, Shikamaru, and Naruto were all waiting for Kakashi to arrive.

She'd tried to ask Naruto why he'd summoned them both, but Naruto had just smiled impishly and said, "Oh, you'll see." His smugness had been infuriating, and she'd been filling the rest of the time waiting for Kakashi to arrive by wondering exactly what the legal ramifications of smacking your Hokage were.

There was a breeze through the open doorway and then Kakashi suddenly appeared standing beside Sakura, slouched into his usual casual posture. "Yo."

Naruto clapped his hands together and leaned forward slightly, staring pointedly at Kakashi's masked face. "Are you wearing it?"

One eloquent silver brow lifted. "Wearing what?"

Naruto rolled his eyes. "You know. Lady Danger!" he practically bellowed, obviously referring to the lipstick of the same name that he'd included with Kakashi's message.

"It wasn't my color," came Kakashi's deadpan reaction.

Naruto frowned for a moment before he suddenly brightened. "That means you tried it on!"

Getting tired of this line of questioning, Sakura tried to keep the exasperation out of her voice as she asked, "Naruto, are you going to tell us why you called us here?"

A triumphant smile spread over Naruto's face. "I have another mission for you. Shikamaru, why don't you explain things?"

Shikamaru, still sitting calmly at his desk to the side of the Hokage's office, leaned back in his chair. "The target is a missing-nin known as operates on the fringes between Fire Country and Wind Country. We've been gathering intel on him for a while now, but we still haven't found his compound."

Naruto picked up the narrative. "A recent lead brought us to The Snatched Wig. It's a club on the border of both countries that has drag performances every weekend." He grinned a little when he said the word 'drag'.

Shikamaru continued, looking bored. "Kizuato has a real thing for drag performers. Every weekend he picks a few out and takes them back to wherever it is he's been hiding. They're using transportation scrolls to get there, though, and none of our informants were able to follow them."

"So, someone has to infiltrate the club and get invited back to his hideout," Naruto finished.

Kakashi's eyes were stormy as he stated, rather than asked, "You want me to go undercover as a drag queen again."

Naruto flashed him a toothy smile. "You and Sakura will both be in drag."

Sakura had been trying to hide an amused smile of her own—she couldn't wait to see Kakashi in a dress again—but Naruto's words made her pause. "Wait... what? How can I be a drag queen?"

Leaning his cheek on one hand, like he couldn't have been less interested in the conversation, Shikamaru clarified, "You're going to be a drag king."

Kakashi turned to look at her, his eyebrows shooting up with surprise—and then his eyes crinkled with what she just knew was a triumphant grin. It was obvious that he was inordinately pleased that she would have to dress in drag, too. She wanted to throw something at him.

Sputtering and turning back to Naruto, she countered, "But if the target likes drag queens—"

"I didn't say that," Naruto said. "I said he likes drag performers. Who knows what he'll be in the mood for that night? This doubles our chances. Oh, also…" He leaned forward again, that toothy smile growing slightly more dangerous-looking. "You're going to have to do an actual performance this time. You know, a song and dance—the whole nine yards."

There was the slight hissing sound of Kakashi biting back a curse, and Sakura felt her own stomach drop. "Naruto, no, I can't... I'm a horrible singer!"

"It's true, she's completely tone-deaf," Kakashi muttered, almost absently. Sakura frowned at him—it's not like he had to agree with her.

Naruto and Shikamaru also looked at Kakashi, Shikamaru's face echoing some of the surprise that was plainly painted on Naruto's. "Kakashi-sensei," Naruto said slowly, "How do you know what Sakura-chan's singing voice sounds like?"

Sakura could feel the blood drain out of her face as Kakashi's eyes briefly flickered to hers, holding a panicked gleam that she hoped only she noticed. There was exactly one place in the world that Sakura sang—the shower. The last time she'd done it, Kakashi had been at her apartment, and he'd joined her and teased her mercilessly about her horrible singing—before thoroughly distracting her from what an irritating man he could be.

"Ah—" Kakashi began, but he trailed off, clearly at a loss for what to say.

Sakura spoke quickly, scrambling for any answer that Naruto would believe. "I used to hum to myself all the time on missions, Naruto. Just because you're not observant—"

Naruto's brow furrowed. "I don't remember—"

"Yes!" Kakashi interrupted, a trifle loudly. "Horrible humming. Completely off-key."

Sakura shot him a glare. He didn't have to rub it in. "We get it, Ka-ka-shi," she said between gritted teeth, dragging out his name in her irritation. When Naruto gave her a weird look, she lamely added, "…-sensei."

Turning to face forward again, Sakura noticed something—Shikamaru was completely focused on the conversation in a way he hadn't been before, his dark eyes piercing as they moved between her and Kakashi. The contemplative look on his face made Sakura feel that dropping sensation in her stomach again, and she was relieved when Naruto resumed talking and Shikamaru finally looked away.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter, because you won't actually be singing," Naruto was saying. "Apparently it's more of a lip-syncing sort of thing."

That didn't make Sakura feel any better, and she crossed her arms sullenly. Sure, she was glad that she wouldn't have to actually sing, but that didn't mean that she relished the idea of putting on some kind of performance. She wasn't the greatest dancer, ninja grace notwithstanding. And if she was honest with herself, she really didn't want to dress like a man—growing up next to curvier girls like Ino, she'd always had a bit of a fear that she looked too boyish.

"When is this going to be happening?" Kakashi asked.

"You have a week to learn your routines and get equipped," Shikamaru replied.

"Equipped?" Sakura asked, frowning at the odd phrasing.

A slight smirk crossed Shikamaru's lips. "You need to get fitted for a suit... and a beard, I think. And Kakashi needs a dress."

"A beard?" Sakura repeated incredulously. This was going to be worse than she thought.

"The rest of the details will be sent to you before the end of the day," Naruto continued, ignoring her. "Ino will be helping you with the outfits this time. You're responsible for coming up with your performance. Oh, and one more thing—" Here, Naruto smiled devilishly. "When you're getting ready for this mission, ask yourself: was it really worth not telling me the details before?"

Sakura's jaw dropped, and Kakashi stiffened beside her. When they'd refused to tell Naruto the details of Kakashi's last drag mission, she'd known that he wasn't going to let it go. But he'd just practically admitted to setting up this new drag mission as a form of revenge. "That isn't fair!"

"You're dismissed," He replied in an annoyingly pleasant voice.

"Naruto..." Sakura growled.

Naruto coughed pointedly, and in a blasé voice, Shikamaru said, "The Hokage is busy right now." Naruto made a great show of examining his fingernails and not being busy.

Making a strangled noise of fury, Sakura clenched her fists and spun on her heel, stalking out of the office. Kakashi was silent behind her, but she knew he was there nonetheless, following her out into the hall. Her mind was on Naruto's obvious machinations—she couldn't believe that he had the gall to engineer this mission just to punish them. It was rankling at her more and more as she stomped into the stairwell of the Hokage tower.

"Sakura—"

Stopping halfway down the stairs, Sakura whirled to face Kakashi, stabbing a finger in the air and blurting out the first thing that came to mind. "I am not completely tone-deaf!"

Kakashi looked like he was wincing beneath his mask as he answered, "You kind of are."

Scowling, Sakura pointed back in the direction of the Hokage office and said, "You're as much of a brat as he is!"

Holding up his gloved hands, Kakashi spoke in a soothing voice. "There's no need to be upset."

His tone managed to make her scowl falter a little, and she did her best to hang onto her irritation. "Stop patronizing me!"

His eyes were smiling at her as he laid his hands on her shoulders and leaned in, saying, "You're going to look great in a suit."

He was totally patronizing her, and it wasn't fair for him to use that low tone. It was the same tone that he used when they were in bed together, and it made it hard for Sakura to stay angry. The best she could manage was a pout. "I'm going to look like a boy."

"When you're done, I'll make you feel like a woman again," he murmured in a sultry fashion, leaning closer so that only she could hear, even if they were the only people in the stairwell. The line was so cheesy that she burst into laughter. He smiled at her as she laughed.

Finally smiling back, Sakura pointed out, "You know, you should probably be pretty upset about this, yourself. Naruto set this whole thing up just to mess with you."

"It's not so bad," Kakashi said thoughtfully. "Last time I did drag, things worked out pretty well for me." The look he gave her was heated. After all, when he'd done drag before, they'd ended up sleeping together.

Sakura flushed. It was a good memory. "Yeah, it ended up pretty well for me, too," she replied.

Leaning into her, Kakashi nuzzled lightly at her temple, his voice soft. "You should invite me back to your house."

"Would you like to come back to my house?" she asked sweetly, laughing breathlessly as he tugged her abruptly into him, reaching to form hand signals behind her back. In moments, they had both vanished from the stairwell.

Moments later, they were outside her door. Sakura fumbled with the doorknob and let them both inside, only to halt in her tracks at the sound of a very familiar squeal.

"This. Is. So. EXCITING!" Ino barreled toward Sakura from the kitchen, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her with elation.

"Stop letting yourself into my house!" Sakura managed to protest.

"Stop leaving your door unlocked!" Ino returned cheerfully. "Oh look, Kakashi-sensei is here! Perfect, I need to measure you for your outfit, too. I have so many ideas already." Clapping her hands together, she looked at Kakashi with aquamarine eyes that gleamed with excitement. "How do you feel about fringe?"

Sakura clapped her palm over her eyes, and Kakashi let out a groan.