A/N: Oh my, so many people are getting smoochies from Setsuko! If you haven't gathered already from the comments, Dirty Dancing is the movie that inspired Kakashi and Sakura's performance. It seemed like the kind of movie this particular incarnation of Kakashi would enjoy. I can't believe how many people got it—I should have made it more difficult to guess!

As noted in the The Old Razzle Dazzle, Kakashi's drag name, Setsuko, is borrowed from Japanese golden age actress Setsuko Hara, known as "The Eternal Virgin", because Kakashi thinks that's really funny. Sakura's drag name is borrowed from Masaaki Hirao, who was a rockabilly star in Japan and whose performances you can find on Youtube.

This is mostly a transitional chapter, but it has my favorite line in the story, so I really hope you enjoy it!

It had been one week since Naruto had given Kakashi and Sakura their new mission, and after as much practice as they could cram in in such a short time, they were finally at the The Snatched Wig, the club on the border between Wind Country and Fire Country. They'd arrived the day before and scouted out the location, familiarizing themselves with the club, but there hadn't been much else they could do but wait for their big performance... which was starting in twenty minutes.

They were both ensconced in the private dressing room that the owner had given them to prepare in. Sakura had just finished carefully applying her false beard, just like Ino had taught her. It was a slightly darker pink than the pompadour wig on her head, and its sharp angles combined with the contouring she'd done to create a much more angular, masculine appearance. As Sakura eyed herself in the large mirror, she had to admit—she looked pretty good as a guy.

Ino had done an excellent job of picking out her outfit. The tailored, charcoal-colored suit was fitted where it needed to be and looser in other places, hiding the curvier parts of her body while accentuating the breadth of her shoulders and the lengths of her legs. It was made flashier by metallic silver pinstripes and shiny black patent leather shoes that had discreet lifts that made her appear taller. Approving of the forward view of herself, Sakura turned and looked over her shoulder. Yep. The tailored pants made her ass look fantastic.

From the corner of her eye, Sakura saw Kakashi stop moving. He'd been sitting at the vanity beside hers, dressed only in his pants, applying concealer to his ANBU tattoo, but he'd stopped to watch her, and his eyes were frankly admiring as he took in her new, more masculine appearance.

Grinning slowly, Sakura echoed the question he'd once asked her, when she'd first seen him in drag. "Learning something new about your sexuality?"

A lazy smile played over Kakashi's uncovered lips as he raised those deep grey eyes to meet hers. "...Nope."

The quiet heat in his eyes made her flush a little, and she abruptly waved at him, deciding to change the subject even as she filed away that little detail about him. "Stop distracting yourself. I'm all ready and you don't even have all of your makeup on."

His eyes creased in that charming smile he always made when she scolded him. "You could always help me." When she walked over and rudely pushed him back in the chair, preparing to help with his makeup, he teased, "You're pretty dominant when you're wearing a suit. I like it."

"Shut up," she fired back, but she didn't really mean it, and he obviously didn't take her seriously, as he continued to flirt with her while she put on his makeup. With them both working—her applying shadow, him applying blush and maybe occasionally running a hand up the inside of her thigh—they were both able to get his makeup on in a record amount of time, with her only having to slap his hand away twice.

Still, no matter how much Sakura wanted to act like Kakashi annoyed her, his light teasing kept a smile playing on her lips—and made her completely forget about the pre-show jitters she'd started to feel. Instead, she'd focused herself completely on making him look fabulous, and she stepped back to admire her work. His eyes were accented in smoky black shadow, silver glitter, and long, sweeping false lashes. His lips were traced slightly bigger than normal and filled with a bright crimson lipstick.

Sakura thought she'd done an amazing job, but Kakashi seemed uninterested in looking in the mirror to see himself, even as she helped him put on his long, curly silver wig. "You're finished," she said when she'd fixed the wig into place, and he stood and unfastened his pants, ready to put on the rest of his outfit.

For a man who regularly wore a mask, he wasn't very shy about undressing. It was like once his mask was off, he didn't care how naked the rest of him was—or maybe he just didn't mind undressing around Sakura. Since there was no way his normal boxer briefs were going to work under a dress, he stripped those off along with his pants. Sakura tried to avert her eyes and give him privacy, but she wasn't made of stone, and her eyes ended up straying back to him. "Kakashi..."

"Mm?" he answered absentmindedly, not looking at her as he untangled the bra he was going to wear.

"You have glitter. On your..." Flustered, Sakura trailed off, gesturing vaguely at his crotch.

Kakashi looked down, lifting one shoulder in a lazy shrug. "So? Have you seen this place?" He gestured at the room in general, which did seem to have glitter on nearly every surface.

Slightly exasperated by his nonchalance, she replied, "Well... it's going to get everywhere!" She couldn't help but think about where that particular glittery appendage might end up later.

"Where else is it going to get?" Kakashi asked slyly, clearly reading her mind. When Sakura just flushed, his brightly-painted smile widened, and he insisted, "Besides, it's festive!"

"It's going to chafe!" she warned, trying not to laugh. She really shouldn't encourage him.

"Get into the spirit, Sakura. Shiny party dick loves you!" he cooed, sticking his hips out slightly as he stepped toward her and wiggled.

Finally breaking, Sakura giggled as she backed away. "Put your stupid dress on!"

He snaked out a hand and loosely grabbed her arm, tugging her back toward him so that he could dip his head and nip at her neck, making her squeak as he purred, "You like me in that stupid dress."

She tried to remind herself again that she shouldn't encourage him, but instead she admitted, "I like you in anything."

"But you really like the dress," he said with a wicked gleam in his eye, pulling her flush against his shamelessly naked body. He seemed completely unbothered by the fact that he was wearing nothing but a wig and a face full of makeup.

Sakura was proud of herself for the way that her voice was only a little breathless as she pushed him back, keeping her eyes on his and not on his body as she scolded, "Stop teasing me. You'd better put it on before we run out of time."

Giving in, Kakashi pulled away from her and began to put on his outfit. Within a few minutes of him hurriedly scrambling to wriggle himself—and his shiny party dick—into the dress Ino had picked out, they were finally ready for their performance.

"How do I look?" Kakashi asked, his voice coy and slightly higher than before.

"You look..." Sakura trailed off as her eyes scanned his body. Ino had dressed him in a sparkly silver dress whose skirt was mostly fringe, the kind that would move and sparkle as he danced. The dress and the matching shoes complimented the silver of his wig, and the whole ensemble combined to make him look surprisingly ethereal. He was… beautiful. Not to mention the fact that the whole dress was skin-tight, and Sakura was learning that glittery abs were totally her thing. Seeing the amusement in his eyes at the way she was looking at him, she lifted her nose and loftily finished, "...way too comfortable in that."

Leaning closer to her, he teasingly echoed his earlier statement. "Liar. You really, really like the dress."

Sakura bit her lip as he dipped his head down and nuzzled her neck right beneath her beard—and the reminder that she had a fucking beard on made me her have to hold in a snicker. Putting her hand on his chest (and resisting the urge to honk one of his fake breasts), she pushed him back and said, "There's no time for that. We need to get to the stage."

Straightening, Kakashi threw back his shoulders, sticking out his chest, and tossed his hair back. "Then let's get this show on the road." Without a look back at her, he strode to the door of the dressing room and threw it open, walking out.

Sakura watched him go, some combination of exasperation, amusement, and fondness on her face. Shaking her head, she followed him out.

Sai stood, still and poised, in the small balcony area in front of the stage. From this vantage point, he had a perfect view of the stage below. More importantly, his large fake sapphire necklace—which perfectly matched the long, slinky dress that he wore—was perfectly pointed toward the stage. And that was a good thing, considering the necklace contained a discreet but powerful camera that was capturing everything Sai pointed it at.

He had been waiting for Kakashi and Sakura to come out and perform for an hour, and he was glad that their scheduled time was approaching. As a good shinobi who knew how to stay focused on his mission, Sai had dutifully watched the drag performances that came before Kakashi's and Sakura's, and he'd found them to be too loud and sparkly for his tastes. All in all, he was looking forward to the end of the evening, when he'd be able to take off his costume and get rid of the heels that were currently pinching his feet, as well as the long black wig that was making his scalp itch.

Briefly taking his attention off of the current performance, Sai flicked his eyes toward the VIP section in the club's balcony, easily spying the scarred visage of Kizuato, Kakashi and Sakura's target. Kizuato had come in fashionably late, but his attention was completely on the show now. Sai was pleased that the plan was proceeding without a hitch.

"Hi."

Blinking, Sai turned to look at the man who had spoken beside him. Because Sai was a ninja, and the man wasn't very stealthy at all, Sai had been peripherally aware that he'd been walking by—but Sai hadn't expected the man to speak.

When Sai didn't actually say anything, the man coughed and continued, "I, uh, wanted to tell you that you look really great. Could I buy you a drink or something?"

Sai's brow furrowed. Why did this man think that he was incapable of buying his own drink? Pausing, Sai remembered that he was pretending to be a woman, and he also remembered what Ino had told him about what it meant when a man bought a woman a drink. Thinking he understood the miscommunication, Sai clarified, "I'm not actually a woman."

"Ah..." The man awkwardly shuffled. "Yeah. I know."

"I am also in a relationship. We have considered opening our relationship to others on a temporary basis, but as she is not with me tonight, I really couldn't make that decision—" Sai trailed off as he noticed the man slowly retreating.

"You know what?" The man asked as he took another step backward. "That's okay. Just forget it."

Shrugging slightly, Sai turned back toward the stage and instantly forgot about the man as the club's host—a large, boisterous drag queen with a huge yellow wig—strode out onto the stage.

"I hope you're ready for a special treat!" she announced. "Tonight, we have a brand-new duo who have come to perform for us! Get ready for some dirty dancing from Setsuko and Masaaki!"

As the lights suddenly dropped, Sai lifted up his necklace and pointed it toward the stage—and when the music started, he began to record.