A.N.: As the work and school days drag on, I hope to accomplish much more than before. Work and school has kept me away, but I can't stray. Not when you need something to read! Haha, I hope you enjoy a twist of words, cheer (or cheerless) moments with me as this gets a roll on!
Happy reading!
Beyond Him
Chapter Three
Sakura once thought she was hopeless when that prissy, delusional brat left her on the bench all those years ago.
That wasn't close to how she felt now.
A burning itch between her legs had her rubbing her thigh, oh so delightfully together. She tried to ignore the feeling, but her mind couldn't overcome the power of her body's calling.
An ungrateful moan escaped her lips as she twisted and turned beneath the satin sheets of her bed. She was hopeless. She caved to the burning desire, and her hand snaked under the covers, past the drawstrings of her pajama bottoms to the sensational mound of flesh. She rubbed herself to the thoughts of the musculature hunk running his unforgiving calloused hands over her. She could practically feel his alcohol smelling breath filtering into her nostrils. The groan he made as he rammed his cock into her rang in her ears, and her breath caught.
Sakura drew herself closer and closer. Memories searing in her mind broke her free of that damn itch. Her fingers pressed hard into her. She came undone as she remembered the hot, thick liquid filling her.
As her high came down, Sakura grimaced. She ripped her hand from her pants and flung the covers from her. She stormed from her bedroom, a fury of screams leaving in her wake. She pushed open the door of her bathroom and tore the clothes off her body. Her hands nearly broke the knob of the shower, as she twisted the knob to scalding hot. Careless in her anger, she stepped into the tub and hissed. Sakura screamed viciously as the same memories of that fucking bluegill beast ran through her head.
She scrubbed her skin harshly, and she felt the growl rumble in her chest. She flung her fist into the tiles of her bathroom wall, and slammed the knob to shut off the water. Anger filtered out of her as the last scalding drops burned down her legs. Her anger drained from her finally as the cool air pulled shivers up her spine.
Leaning back, a groan and a sigh left her pink lips. She was used to this routine by now. Every morning she woke with an irrefutable itch that would not leave her until it was satisfied. Every day anger and irritability like that of a caged lioness roared through her veins. Every night she would succumb to vivid dreams of a beast of carnal desires plaguing her.
Huh. If only she could eat him up like the fucking fried fish she wanted him to be. But that was a bad pun to think of, she thought, as all she could really think of was tasting him.
There was her anger again. And that's all she had to push her through the start of her day. She sincerely felt bad for her neighbors suddenly.
Sakura wasn't sure how to get back into a normal routine of life. She imagined how Naruto did it, but ramen wasn't as good she thought it would be after three days. She thought how Ino would, but she didn't have the patience nor the self confidence anymore to strut her stuff like she was on a catwalk. Sakura even tried doing it the good old Hyuuga fashioned way, yet then again meditating when you have a soaking wet pussy was too hard of a task to ignore.
So Sakura did the best thing there was to do. Take after her mentor.
In the far cabinet of her small kitchen, were several bottles of sake. Sake that pushed her through the long strenuous days of damaged goods, bad memories, and irritating paperwork. She now knew exactly how Tsunade felt.
Sake was her only answer.
Once she was deemed good enough to work again, courtesy of Ibiki himself, Tsunade put her straight to desk duty. Despite the work load, the lazy bitch conveniently was never around, Sakura found a drinking partner in her. Often after work and even spontaneously through the day, she would find herself downing a few bottles with her former teacher. It wasn't something she was too fond of. Sake is quite bitter, Sakura thought, but the quiet, somber mood evened the playing field of her frazzled life.
What an interesting time that was, Sakura laughed briefly to herself. Oh, but how much more interesting life became as the time wore on. So much to do and so little time now.
She stepped away from the kitchen, praying to Kami to let this morning be thrilling as the last. She walked lazily to the door of her apartment before opening it to the warm air of Konoha. She looked about before glancing at her feet. There was the daily paper. A grin pulled her lips upward.
"Sex Trade Busted Open: Konoha's Children Return Home."
Sakura bent at the waist and picked up the newspaper before turning back inside. She knew her work was good, she knew her work would make headlines, but to read it for herself in the comfort of her own home was a delighting experience. The article was quite short, but one she knew Temari did a fabulous job on. She did everything that was agreed on. Infiltrate, destroy, leak, and blame. Kankuro even had his own statement.
"Upon further investigation to what started as a raid on weapons became a sex trade opener. Many of the missing men, women and children from across the lands have been found here. Arrests were made upon finding documentation of those buying into an illegal act. Several bodies also have been found. This investigation shall continue as we try our best to keep our people safe."
Sakura laughed briefly. Her work was fabulous indeed. Sakura felt her chest pry open overwhelming pride as she glanced at the photograph taken on the cover of the newspaper. There was her handy work. Dark pools of blood and a twisted neck seemingly gleamed back at her. Oh yes, the sight of her handy work was quite enthralling.
A dark chuckle rose in her throat again, but it simmered down as an unknown chakra signature entered her field of range. Her body tightened naturally and her eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Come out, shinobi, or your throat is mine."
The chakra signature flared momentarily, and she pointed her body in their direction. With a 'pop' and a puff of smoke, a darkly dressed man with a mask of a boar appeared before her. She quickly deemed him no threat, but rather a nuisance, as he stood precariously on her porch.
"Speak."
She watched the man shuffle awkwardly, perhaps new to his position in ANBU, and she glared harder. What a waste of time.
"Haruno-sama, the Hokage requests your presence immediately." He choked out.
How did he even get his job? Sakura blanched momentarily, lost in how stupidity managed to enter such a high rank, but she drew back into focus at the mention of her former mentor. She rolled her head, stretching out her neck, and she waved him off. She turned away from him to glance at the empty streets of her beloved city. She supposed she could visit the Hokage. What else could she do?
"So it seems." She drawled out. She glanced through piercing emerald eyes at him, and watched as his shoulders drew taught. "I shall be there soon."
With another 'pop' and another wave of smoke, he was gone, and she couldn't be happier. Sakura snorted. Stupidity didn't fall too short now, did it.
Sakura sighed and narrowed her eyes at the rising of the sun. Perhaps the Hokage could rid her of her ever growing boredom. A smirk grew upon her rosy lips. Perhaps another assignment to occupy her.
She sauntered back in her little apartment, and dragged herself along to her room to prepare.
The sun was high in the sky by the time she sauntered into the Hokage's office, not that she cared. Time wasn't of the essence at the moment. Sakura knew her old mentor would stream a fit for taking on Kakashi's old habits, but Sakura didn't honestly care. She's done more than enough service for her country. She deserved to be accommodated.
Strutting wasn't necessarily the word Sakura would use to describe how she approached the Hokage's desk nor something she would even really consider appropriate considering the sheer atmosphere. Tsunade's face was contorted into a scowl, and a darkening gleam narrowed out beneath her lashes. As a former pupil of such a distinguished character, Sakura knew not all was going to turn out as expected especially with the busty blonde.
"You called." Sakura drawled.
She watched as the muscles drew taught across Tsunade's shoulders and the frown upon her lips dropped further down. Sakura knew the bubbling anger growing in Tsunade's stomach and she felt the stirrings of her own rivaling in the pits.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Tsunade bit out.
Sakura shifted her weight to one side, bring her hands up to her hips. Annoyance crept up in her and her cheeks grew warm.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Tsunade slammed her fists onto her desk. The stacks of paper on either side of her stirred, flying about precariously.
"Damn it, Sakura! You fucked up!" Sakura blanched at this and narrowed her eyes as Tsunade plowed on. "You didn't even try to disguise yourself! Pink hair is noticeable! How many people have fucking pink hair?"
Sakura felt the rage boiling in her stomach and she ground her teeth together. "I did exactly as I was told."
"You were to go undercover. The key word here is undercover. You not only made a sloppy mess of the situation, but the victims are pointing to you as an operative of the trade." Tsunade ground her hands against the wood of the desk.
Sakura shifted her weight some more. She stared boldly into the chocolate eyes of her mentor and ground her teeth harder.
"And you suspect my job was less than up to par, how? How else should I have done this, hm? Who else would have do this job in the time frame you gave?" Sakura chewed out, her lips pulling into a snarl.
Sakura furrowed her brows as silence drew on between the two of them. Sakura stared endlessly at Tsunade as her fists clenched and unclenched on the desk. How dare she! Her job wasn't meant to be a clean picture perfect just because the public doesn't want to know the reality of the world. She was sent in to do what everyone else deemed too dirty of a task to complete. And she did it effectively with pride. That is what mattered most here.
"I need you out of the nation for awhile."
Flinching, Sakura found her muscles bunching under her skin. She shifted her weight again to stand firmly and straight before the Hokage. The muscles in her back tightened, but her hands stayed planted on her hips.
"Sakura, I hate to do this after the mess you made of your last mission, but the trade isn't over. Yusuke was only one of the heads on this serpent. There seems to be one more operative hidden among the Five Nations which is pulling the strings in the trade."
Sakura briefly recalled a conversation with Yusuke months ago regarding said operative. The moron was quite useless. He had babbled on a bit on how uptight and strict he was, but she supposed that's why he was the only one at the moment incapacitated. She chuckled to herself before snorting.
"I believe I have a general sense of where said man is running the organization. Kirigakure has quite a reputation established with the transportation of the slaves, and many rumors point to the Land of Lightening housing a portion of headquarters and slave cells." Sakura mentions with an inclination of her head.
Tsunade tapped her fingers on a scroll Sakura didn't notice before. She inwardly noted how the little details were starting to seemingly slip past her. She pushed the thought to the recesses of her mind as Tsunade unrolled the scroll out across the desk. She watched on as Tsunade scribbled something down and rerolled the scroll. Sakura found herself staring into the depths of those chocolate eyes again.
"This here is your mission scroll. I don't care how long it takes you, but I need you to close the operation down completely. Too many people have suffered as is and countless more are missing still. Do what you need to do to get this done."
Sakura stepped forth to take the scroll from her outstretched hand, but Tsunade's grip was as tight as steel. Sakura found her jaw slightly aching from the pressure she putting it under.
"Sakura, be careful. There have been several reported sightings of Akatsuki in the area."
With a stiff tug, Sakura pulled the scroll completely from the Hokage's hand and excused herself coldly.
Sakura wasn't too sure how she managed to keep her anger from boiling over as she jumped from rooftop to rooftop. Fucked up, sure, pfft. Sakura never fucked up. She did every damn thing the way it was supposed to be done and then some. Perhaps she enjoyed snapping his neck much more than she should have, but the fucker had it coming. And disguising herself wasn't something she had in mind. Her page in the Bingo Book is what counted most here. Just some more to add to it.
Scuffing at the audacity of the situation, she jumped down to the street. She adjusted her medical skirt slightly so she could brush her fingers along the bindings around her leg strapping the weapon holster to her. She paced herself evenly as the crowd shifted ways for her. Murmurs arose to her ears amongst the people as she continued on to her place.
"I heard the buyer had pink hair.."
"Wasn't she seen at the crime scene?"
"-you think she did it?"
Sakura glared menacingly around at the whispers, and she harshly pushed on. She did her best to ignore the words streaming from the mouths around her, which was quite a fete seeing as word in the Konoha spreads like fire. Sakura inwardly chuckled at the pun and practically threw herself up the stairs to her apartment and in.
What a wonderful day it was turning out to be indeed.