Author's Note: Hello! Good to be back with chapter two. It took me awhile, and I will admit that it has been rewritten a few times…but it is finally here. Thank you all for your support, and I really appreciate the reviews. I thrive off of them. I will be leaving for college at the end of the week, so expect a small wait for the next chapter.

Okay, without further ado, I present the next chapter of this little story of mine.

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"Well…hello there, stranger."

Sakura whipped her head around to find the location of the voice. A soft smile appeared on her face. She crossed her arms and looked up in order to meet the speaker's eyes.

"Oh, hey there, Kakashi-sensei," she finally stated, leaning against the bridge. "Thanks for showing up on time." She snickered at his punctuality.

Kakashi was dressed in his normal apparel. However, his headband was nowhere to be seen, and a large bandage covered up his sharingan.

"Nice," Sakura spoke, touching her finger to her eye, taking in his appearance. "I was wondering how you'd cover that one up," she added.

"Childhood injury," Kakashi muttered.

Sakura tilted her head to the right and twiddled her fingers slowly. "Well, that's not even a lie," she stated matter-of-factly. "Couldn't you have made the story somewhat exciting?" she added.

Kakashi chuckled softly. "They say that you should never run with scissors…." Sakura nodded her head, chuckling, waiting for Kakashi to go on. "I'll be an assassin for hire," Kakashi stated proudly. He grabbed at his pants. "I didn't really have the clothes to pass as anything else, sadly."

Sakura smiled. Unlike Kakashi, Sakura had decided to take on the role of civilian for the mission. Sakura tugged her dress down a little, letting it reach closer to her knees. The yellow sundress she wore definitely did not scream ninja, which, thankfully, was a good thing. The halter top fit snuggly around her neck, pulling her breasts up and out. The sweetheart-neck was very flattering and so was the synching around her waist. The dress poofed out at the hips, revealing snowy, white thighs beneath. Her shoes were simple. Plain black flats. However, on Sakura, whose bright pink hair always seemed to be the focus- the simpler, the better. She was cute to say the least. Her role as a newlywed housewife was picture-perfect. She would be the best (helpless) woman that she could be. Well, how hard would being married to an assassin in real life be anyway? Probably easier than marrying Kakashi….

"My name will be Kayo," Sakura stated as she cleared her thoughts, "and you?"

"Tanaka Shou," he responded, smirking. "Are you ready to depart, Mrs. Tanaka?" he exclaimed.

"Sure thing, Mr. Tanaka," Sakura answered, taking a single step towards the gate.

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"Oucchhh," Sakura moaned, pausing along the dirt path. The forest surrounded them, and a single dirt path led the way. At first, they had traveled at a quick pace, covering mile after mile. However, with only a few miles left to go, Sakura's feet were beginning to give out on her. Perhaps her choice to wear flats was backfiring. Yes, she was a ninja first- but for now, she had to act as the perfect civilian.

Kakashi stopped his movement shortly after Sakura did. He turned his body towards her and questioned in a nonchalant tone, "Hhm?"

Sakura grabbed at her foot and rubbed up and down it slowly. "My feet," she muttered. "This sucks," she added. She slipped one shoe off and pushed chakra into her toes, closing a few open blisters. She then placed the flat back on and repeated the same action on her other foot. She looked at Kakashi who was defiantly smirking at her.

They stared at each other for a second until Kakashi made a move. He turned away from Sakura and extended his arms backwards. He bent his knees and rotated his head towards her. "Hop on, wifey" he stated simply. "Can't have those pretty little feet damaged on our honeymoon."

"But I can heal-"

"Reserve your chakra," Kakashi interrupted. "You never know when you'll actually need it." Sakura nodded slowly. "Oh, and now that we're close, you should probably start masking your chakra. Don't forget to shield your tattoo."

Sakura took a deep breath and sighed. "I'm not five, sensei. I know what to do." With that, she approached the older man and grabbed his shoulders with her hands, preparing to jump onto his back. Her fingers grazed his back as she reached, and she shivered. She felt Kakashi shoulders knot. They were stiff, and as a medic, Sakura knew just what to do. Sakura moved her mouth to Kakashi's ear and whispered to him, "A little tense, Kakashi-sensei?"

"Hm?" she heard him mutter, his shoulders rising even higher towards his ears. "No, I just-"

She ignored his words and gripped his shoulders tightly. Kakashi yelped uncomfortably as she started to push a little bit of chakra into the knots. She felt around a little, and a warming sensation filled her body as she attempted to examine the muscles below her. Sakura took a deep breath and forced the chakra further into his muscles.

Kakashi bit his lip. "Listen, I'm fi- fine, maybe we should just-"

She closed her eyes, ignoring his request and leaned against his back, getting a better feel for the muscles being worked at. Sakura applied some more pressure onto her sensei's shoulders. After physically locating the knot, she then began to roll her fingers into the spot. The ministrations continued until she finally broke the knot and restored the muscle to a relaxed state. She could have sworn she heard him mutter something, but she brushed it off to imagination. Kakashi fidgeted, but it only caused her to grip harder. Sakura's movements finally came to a stop, and she let her fingers remain on her sensei. "Was that so bad, sensei?" she asked quietly, resting her chin on his shoulder. She dropped her head to the right and gave him a small peck on the check. It was a familiar action to the both of them, but Kakashi's form felt stiffer than usual.

He didn't respond. "Okay," Sakura muttered as she bent her knees. "I'm going to get on now," she continued. She jumped, wrapping her bare legs around his waist. Thankfully, her dress was long enough to conceal her bottom, but Sakura still gave a final tug at the hem of her dress. She thrusted her arms around his neck and weaved her fingers together. She rested her fists on his chest. She shut her eyes and laid her head down and felt as Kakashi took his first steps forward: stiff, stone-like. It was unlike him, but Sakura didn't care. Her feet thanked him.

Kakashi's pace began to quicken, and he released a deep sigh as he took a leap upwards, landing in a tree. He continued running, jumping tree to tree with ease. Sakura could feel the breeze flowing onto her face and through her thick locks. She momentarily let her grip loosen and took the opportunity to pull herself closer to him. Sakura seized the moment and pretended that she was in another time…another place. They were lovers. They were soulmates. She smiled. She knew the mission itself was sick, but there was a part of her that loved the fact that she was here with him, her teacher. Sakura had always known that they would never be together. It was taboo…not only because she was his student but also because he was her best friend.

She wouldn't ruin their friendship. She wouldn't-

"Kayo, dear?" she heard a familiar voice speak her fake name. They were here. She slid off of his back and stared into the distance.

"Welcome to Caba."

The town was picturesque…trees everywhere, full of flowers. There were quaint little stores as well as towering buildings with flashing lights. The dirt road was wide and clean- no trash in sight. Happy couples, some with children, strolled down the street hand-in-hand as the sun began to set. Sakura was in awe of the sights before her.

The townspeople were busy preparing for the upcoming cherry blossom festival. Shops dawned streamers and lanterns, and street venders shouted advertisements for custom kimonos and fans.

"This way," Kakashi stated, pulling Sakura to the right, into another street. He didn't let go of her hand as he pulled her towards him. He laced his fingers around hers, and Sakura jumped. They slowed their pace to that of casual tourists. Sakura's breath hitched as she followed his footsteps through the street. She put on a smile and assumed the post of a newlywed. They would put on an act- never relinquishing for fear of someone discovering them. They would succeed at all costs. She knew it.

"Pretty town," Sakura stated as she walked on. She couldn't believe that a town like this would be a setup for something as sick as slavery. They passed building after building, sweet shops and art galleries, clubs and bars. Everything was here. Sakura understood why newlyweds came here for a honeymoon…but now the question was…how did the underground business work? It was a quiet town, and one would think that somebody would catch on pretty quickly. It just didn't make sense.

Only time would tell.

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"Here we are," Sakura stated as she and Kakashi stopped dead in their tracks. "The Hotel Sunset." She looked up at Kakashi and then back at the ritzy sign that was posted on the building. The hotel was beautiful, and it fit in with the surrounding scenery. One could tell just by looking at it how expensive it was. In another situation perhaps, Sakura would have loved being here, but the story behind her mission was too sick to ignore.

They took a step inside, and Sakura admired the beauty surrounding her. Antique paintings, statues, and sculptures were sprawled out among the lobby. The emerald rug felt like silk beneath her feet, and the wallpaper screamed glamour.

Sakura peered upwards. A large chandelier hung over the large lobby. Delicate crystals hung from each candle. The firelight glimmered and radiated from each gemstone. It was truly glamorous. Sakura looked over at her companion. He too was fixated on something beautiful: the check-in woman at the counter.

Well, beautiful was an exaggeration…slutty was a better word to describe her. Blonde…giant breasts…tiny waist…and a plunging neckline to boot. She stood there in a deep red kimono that could have been classy if worn correctly. However, the employee had taken, well, a few liberties with the uniform. She had created a deep neckline that was anything than modest by altering the position of the dress. Her heavy makeup was plastered onto her face, and Sakura watched as she clicked her fake nails on the desk.

"Welcome to the Hotel Sunset, how may I help you?" she chanted robotically. Kakashi gazed up from her breasts and finally took a good look at her face.

He grinned. "We have reservations under the name Tanaka. Our luggage was shipped over last night?"

The woman took a deep breath. "Alright. Just a moment, please." She starting typing away on the computer in front of her and Sakura began to get annoyed by the irritating sounds the woman's fake nails made against the keyboard. The clacking paused, and the blonde spoke once more. "I see that you booked the crystal suite," she started, "but you were on the waiting list for the pearl suite. We actually had a recent cancellation, so I'm going to upgrade you." Sakura smiled softly. The better the room, the more likely that they'd come in contact with their suspect. She assumed the high-rollers were the ones in on the action. The lady reached under the desk and produced their room key, a beautiful antique with a pearl dangling from the edge. Kakashi reached out and grabbed it.

"Thanks," he muttered with a smile, and the two turned around and made their way toward their room.

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Clickkk….

The door opened before them, and Sakura stood in awe. The room was breathtaking. The carpet was soft and silky, much like its counterpart in the lobby. However, it was colored a soft foam green. Light green and pink flowers were stenciled onto the wall, as well as little pearls, adding to the namesake of the room. Directly in front of Sakura was a large decorative table with carved legs and a glass top. Chairs with hand-stitched cushions and a loveseat surrounded the table. On the table sat a gourmet cheese platter with grapes and fine chocolate, as well as some wine. Beyond the food was a large peach-colored couch in front of a massive television that was plastered onto the wall. The couch was covered in pillows of every shape and size and color.

Sakura took a heavy breath and did a scan of the room. No obvious gaps or holes or…shit.

On the ceiling hung a chandelier, much like the one in the lobby except smaller. She had also noticed a duplicate of it in the hallway, as well in the elevator. The shape of the crystal, however, differed. It hung low above the table, and Sakura noticed another chandelier peeking out from within the bedroom. Sakura reached up and grasped a crystal delicately with her hand and looked over at Kakashi. "Aren't these beautiful, Shou?" she stated quietly, "And look. There's two of them! It's so pretty." She smiled at him as Kakashi responded with a blank stare. Sakura looked up at the piece and back at her sensei with urgency.

It finally clicked with him, and he put an arm around his former student. "Agreed. But who's gonna be looking at those things at the end of the night anyway?" he exclaimed with a wink.

Sakura turned deep crimson. "Oh Shou, don't make me nervous. We've been married for so little time, and-"

He thrust his other arm out so that he had a hand on each shoulder. He came in close so that she lay against a wall. "Don't be embarrassed, dear," he said a little too loudly. "I think your fetishes are a turn-on. The more the merrier, don't you think?"

Cameras. She wasn't sure how many, but she was sure that it was the chandelier that they protruded from. They were being watched. Whether it had something to do with the slavery ring or not was unknown to Sakura, but it couldn't be risked. Both she and Kakashi were aware of that.

"Our luggage," Sakura managed to get out. "We should unpack."

"Of course," he replied, relinquishing his hold on her. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and took strides towards the bedroom where their luggage sat.

The bedroom mimicked the rest of the suite in quality, but it was the bed that was the star. It was large and took up a majority of the room. The mattress was bouncy and soft, and eggplant purple linens were set up with a variety of designs and styles. Sakura turned her head and noticed the master bath.

Things could definitely get complicated.

"…." They unpacked in silence. Something Sakura didn't think would exactly aid the mission. "So…" Sakura asked, "Why so quiet?"

Kakashi unzipped a compartment of his suitcase and chuckled. "Just thinking about us," he said in an odd way. Sakura forced a smile. "Thinking about what to wear when we hit the town tonight."

"Hm?" Sakura stated in a relaxed tone. "What do you have planned for me?"

Kakashi paused from his unpacking and looked her straight in the eyes. "Tonight is the cherry blossom festival. The brochure at the desk also said the hotel owned one of the clubs down the street…I was thinking we could check that out tomorrow night. Sound fun?"

She chuckled. "Sounds wonderful." She dug deeply into her bag and produced a piece of revealing nightwear. "How does this sound?" The lingerie was pink and lacey and left little for the imagination. She had packed it…just in case…but she thought the camera would appreciate it.

"Oh Kayo…don't make me take you here and now," Kakashi muttered darkly.

Sakura froze and choked up a bit. She was beyond her breaking point and incredibly uncomfortable with her present situation.

"Oh Shou, don't tease. Keep unpacking and save it." She turned to him as he was unpacking on the bed next to her, and gave him a peck on the nose. It was something a couple would do, right? Yeah, well that…and fuck.

Shit.

Sakura took a deep breath and finished unpacking the last piece of civilian garb into the beautiful wooden nightstand provided for them. She moved upwards and felt something graze against her back. "Ah!" Sakura gasped in surprised as she felt arms wrap around her tightly. She felt a mouth hit her ear, and she froze.

"Meet me in the bathroom," a voice whispered to her. "I scouted it out, and it seems to be the only place with no cameras." Kakashi paused and reached up to her head and tucked a lock of pink hair behind Sakura's ear. "Now," he continued softly, "pretend I said something to you that was…I dunno…dirty." He gently kissed the side of her head and backed away.

Sakura smiled and placed the palm of her hand up to her cheek and let out a giggle. Her smile was not only for the act- but also for the fact that she and Kakashi had a small space in which they could talk without being overheard. "Oh you," she stated in a playful voice. "I think I'll take you up on your offer. Meet me in the shower in five," she said and gave a wink at her former sensei.

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When Sakura stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind her, she let out a sigh of relief. Her entire body started to relax, and Sakura could finally take in her surroundings. The bathroom was as big as Sakura's entire bedroom back home. Everything was white marble. Sakura admired the antique copper knobs on the sink that matched the knobs on both the shower and Jacuzzi. She ran her hands through her hair, and leaned against the sink as she waited for her sensei to join her.

A knock sounded from the door.

Sakura wedged the door open slightly and stuck her face out. "Come on in, big boy," she managed to somehow say without laughing. He snuck in and shut the door quickly behind him. He stood there before her in nothing but plaid boxers and a robe.

"Kakashi!" Sakura whispered. "What are you wearing? Couldn't you have covered up a little?"

Kakashi shrugged as if he did nothing wrong.

Sakura rolled her eyes and tried her best to ignore her sensei's stupidity.

"Listen," Kakashi began, "we need a plan. The cameras on the chandeliers could have no sound detection- but I feel like we need to play it safe. They could be for security sake, but I have a feeling that there's something more to it. Stay on guard." Sakura nodded. "If anyone really is watching, we need to emerge from this bathroom fully showered, and um- sexed up."

"Sexed up?" Sakura interrupted. "How the hell are we supposed to pull that off? There is no way I'm doing that-"

"Jutsu," Kakashi stated simply. "Have I taught you nothing? Or have you simply forgotten that we are ninjas?"

Sakura shifted her eyes into the corner. "Oh…well. Okay. Um…I'm gonna go take my shower now." She stepped into the glass box, slid the door shut, and finally had a moment of peace and quiet.

Sakura slowly slid off her dress and hung it on a hook. She peered out into the bathroom, but the distortion of the glass paneling only allowed her to see basic shapes and colors. She could only hope that Kakashi wasn't attempting to look in from the other side. She bathed quickly- which wasn't tough considering that many of her missions required her to complete menial tasks quickly, and she pulled a white cotton robe down from the hook parallel to her dress and slid it own, making sure to tightly secure the belt into a knot.

Kakashi completed his shower just as quickly and stepped out. He made sure to leave the water running, however, to create the illusion both were in the shower at the same time… doing who-knows-what.

They sat in the empty Jacuzzi in their robes and began to discuss their plans and theories. "I think," Sakura began, "that the cameras have something to do with the slaves. I could be wrong, but I don't think they would have gone through such a hassle to hide them- or to install them in the first place- if they didn't mean something."

"Or," Kakashi interjected, "it could just be that the security people are perverts…but we may be onto something, so don't let down your guise."

Sakura agreed with his statement, and the two went on about proper procedure and such until they felt that enough time had passed to emerge from the room. Sakura placed her hand on the knob of the bathroom door, but Kakashi let out a cough that made her turn around.

"Haven't we forgotten something, Sakura?" he questioned slyly. His student stared at him blankly. "The jutsu, Sakura. We need to create a look of exhaustion and satisfaction. I believe I have just the one. I'm sorry if this makes you feel uncomfortable, but it must be done."

"Why would it make me uncomfortable?" Sakura huffed in a light-hearted manner.

"Okay now," Kakashi started, ignoring her small comment, "Just look me in the eyes until I say stop." Sakura nodded slowly and watched through her peripherals as Kakashi formed a few hand-signs and then roughly grabbed her shoulders and looked intently into her green orbs. At first, Sakura felt nothing. Nevertheless, she soon felt a small burst of heat from within her stomach that closely resembled the butterflies that a girl with a crush experiences. It began to drive her crazy.

"Wait, what-" Sakura whimpered.

"Shhh…" was Kakashi's only reply. Sakura could feel a coat of sweat beginning to form on her brow. Her breathing grew shallow. Her knees buckled, and she grabbed at Kakashi's waist for support. However, as soon as the feeling started- it was over, and Sakura felt incomplete. She sensed as if something was missing, but she couldn't place just what.

Sakura barely felt Kakashi remove his hands from her shoulders, as she was so entranced by whatever he had done to her. She slowly blinked her eyes and refocused them. Sakura noticed that her sensei's eyes were a little glazed over, and that the stiffened look that she had noticed about him during her message had returned.

"Go on…" he began, his voice slightly strained, "I put a kimono on the bed for the festival tonight. I thought it'd be a good thing to look into considering the hotel is one of the major sponsors of the festivities. The kimono is a gift- act surprised." He shifted slightly. "I'll be out in a second. I have some unfinished business to take care of."

"I'll just…be on my way then." She adjusted the cotton robe on her body and opened the bathroom door. "Um, see you soon then."

With the door shut behind her, Sakura found her eyes glancing to the dark blue kimono laid out on the bed. She took a deep breath and found that the unsettling feeling from within her stomach had waned slightly. She had wanted to ask Kakashi just what was he doing- but in the back of her mind, she had known. She just didn't want to admit that he would do something something…something lie that to her. Furthermore, where had he learned such a jutsu? It was all over, but Sakura had the feeling that it would not be the last time that she would be experiencing such a twisted, and somewhat enjoyable, pit from within her body.

She looked down onto the bed and gasped at the decorative kimono that was laid upon it. She put on a little smile as she ran her fingers down the soft fabric. The navy blue body was stunning, as well as the silver detail work that ran up and down the seams. Sakura slowly slid off her robe, revealing undergarments that she had deemed sexy enough for the camera, and placed herself into the kimono. She skillfully tied it up herself and stared into the old-fashioned mirror upon the dresser.

Sakura heard a grunt from within the bathroom, and her face turned a brilliant shade of red.

Sakura's stomach turned within itself, and she balanced herself by throwing her palms on the bed.

He wasn't…he wasn't…doing what she thought he was, right?

Another groan sounded, and Sakura bit her lip.

It was going to be a terribly, terribly, long night.

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Author's Note: A little slow…yes, but it'll get there. Sorry for any grammar issues. I can only proofread so much. Thanks for reading, and please don't be shy. Just hit the little button below to review!