Mkay so you're officially allowed to throw a fridge at me… but let's be honest, can you lift it? And plus, it's posted. I've just been through hell soo… yeah. I hope you can forgive me.
Recap: "He knew he couldn't win this battle, and plus, he missed the old lady.
"But you wouldn't because for some particular reason you need my eyes. Don't you, Madara?" " (yeah… you should probably just skim last chapter…)
Back in the Hospital
After all the merriment of accepting one another and broken bonds were tied, the flow of conversation slowed down to a stop, but it wasn't long until Naruto's stomach decided to speak up. Tsunade would've smirked at the blonde's antics but her eyes were near closed from exhaustion. It also didn't help that Sakura grew slightly pink in the cheeks after her own stomach decided to growl in disgruntle contempt.
"Eh he he he," the cerulean eyed boy sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "Itachi-kun, can we pleaaaaaase go eat?" he whined like a three year old.
"For once I agree with Naruto," she concurred in a baffled manner. "By the way, did you bring me my scroll so I have some clothes or should I just assume you'll be dead in five minutes?" she smiled sprightly.
"Of what scroll do you talk of? You carried everything you packed as I recall," the ice king answered.
"EEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHH?" the pinkette screeched causing a very exhausted Godaime to perk ever so happily up. "YOU DON'T HAVE MY SCROLL? Kisame was supposed to drop it off! That no good, spoiled rotten, shoulda eaten for dinner, piece of sushi!" Sakura's fist came down hard on an unsuspecting blonde who just so happened to be standing at her bedside.
(a/n: think of the anime where they are completely annoyed. Yeah. That's what I'm goin' for)
"Awwwwwww! Sakura-chaaaAAAaaan! That's so not fair!"
Off to the side Itachi was standing protectively near the fuming princess just in case she happened to lash out against the noisy pinkette. Peeling her aggravated eyelids back and catching on that the ever so rested Uchiha that was being a kind gentleman not to flinch in revulsion at the unsightly baggy eyes. Tsunade mumbled under her breath only loud enough for Itachi to hear. "You sure you want to handle those two?"
"Hn."
"Ahem. AHEM. AHEM!" Tsunade slammed her fists down splintering the chair beneath her. "If you two bakas would stop bickering, I have an idea for you Sakura!" At point they looked over at the stressed princess, a large vein was bulging out of her forehead adding to the ugliest they've ever seen her. They both animatedly gulped with eyes as wide as saucers.
- 15 Minutes Later -
"You're kidding right? There's no way I'm wearing some dead person's clothes! No! That's soooo gross!" Sakura protested while picking at parts of the clothes.
"Sakura, I told you before, this is a dress from an unrealistic pregnant mom that thought she'd be able to fit into it and go home after the birth, but when she couldn't. she threw it at her husband for 'doing this to her'. Now that I think about it, she was screaming that during labor…" they all shivered at the Hokage's recalled memory. Shaking the thought off, Tsunade continued, "Plus, would you rather I tie a string around a hospital gown?"
"I guess I'll wear it… How do I look guys?" Sakura posed sweetly with her hands clasped behind her back and her backbone rigid straight. A plain red sundress cradled her bust held up by two thick ribbons in a deep v-neck that had a weaving white ribbon ending with a bow in the middle to accentuate her slight cleavage. A thick white ribbon ran under the bust in order to define her slim waist and curved A-line down to her mid-thigh. Two long pockets graced the dresses front to elongate the dress. It was trimmed with white ribbon that weaved and joined in a bow in the middle of each pocket. The dress ended with a white ribbon trim. To finish the look, she wore simple white flats with a red button on the top. (1)
"Great! Now let's go eat! I think we should have ramen!" Naruto grinned in pure ecstasy.
"No."
"Oh come on Itachi! You're no fun!" he pointed childishly.
"Hn."
GRUMBLE!
"Ugh! First, all I get is 'great' and second, before this turns out into the next Great Ninja War, I know where we can eat, and before you even ask, yes there's ramen there."
"Hn. You should stop encouraging his behavior," the ice prince shot daggers at Sakura.
"You guys seriously know how to make a girl feel great. Just seriously wonderful…" Sakura grumbled.
"Oh shut up you three! Get out of my hospital NOW!"
Poof!
"Well that was scary," Naruto strolled with his two companions on the street. "So where is this place with ramen? I'm starving."
"Well," Sakura said tapping her nose (2) "I think it's on the next left we come upon."
The trio walked down the street for five more minutes and found the street Sakura was talking about. They continued down the long district of restaurants until they were at the last shop on the outskirts near the Uchiha District (3). A quaint little café that was almost void of customers. They advanced through the door in a straight line as Itachi held to door like a perfect gentleman. Sakura scanned the room for an open seat and it almost broke her heart and stood in a daze when she saw Ino sitting alone at their usual table. Naruto grabbed her elbow and dragged her just enough away from the memories to sit at a table on the opposite side of the café. Sakura still seemed to be stuck in memory lane as she recalled, like it was yesterday, her first confession of being a woman to Ino and crying her heart out when he betrayed her.
Flashback Time! :) (Told in first person from Sakura's POV)
The morning sun cascaded through the window onto the small round table top. Ino sat across with an eager smile and bright eyes. I think she could tell that I finally lost my virginity. Maybe it was the way I awkwardly sat because of the soreness, or maybe it with the inability to stop smiling. Either way, she knew.
"Sooo! How was it?"
"How was what? I don't know what you're talking about Ino."
"Oh please!" she flicked her wrist down. "I know you like Chouji knows each flavor of chips. Now spill."
"Excuse me ladies, can I get you anything to drink?" the waitress questioned. We'd known her for a few weeks because I pulled Ino out of bed every morning to eat here before work. At first she wanted to kill me, but after a while the café grew on her.
"Umm… I think I'll have the usual, thanks," Ino smiled brightly.
"Umm… maybe I should try something new…" I stalled time. "What's the special today?"
"Well, there's the choice between banana or strawberry pancakes with a small side of hash browns."
"Sounds good. I'll take that with aaaaa… regular coffee. Thank you!" I smiled sweetly as she scribbled the order down and scurried away. She was the best and only waitress in the shop. "So, Ino, how's the flower shop? I heard you got booked for a wedding. Tell me about it."
"Oh no you don't! You're not gonna change the subject on me, Forehead," Ino turned her head up with her nose held high and folded her arms. "Tell me now before I announce to all the elderly in this café that you 'bedded before marriage'."
"Alright, alright. Sheesh. I treat half these people at the hospital and I do not need to talk about more of my love life with them."
"More?" Ino raised her brow.
"You don't even want to know the advice they give me to please my future husband," I rolled my eyeballs.
"Ugh! You did it again! Now stop stalling and tell me!" she pleaded as if it depended on her life.
"Well… I mean, he took me out to a hidden meadow, we walked for a bit and found a waterfall, we made love in the water, he carried me back to our apartment, made love in his shower, and we went to bed. It hurt like hell at first but I got over it," I sped through with a deep blush.
"You did not just do that," Ino's tone was flat.
"Do what? I told you the whole story."
"No. You told little bits of it. I need details!"
Just then the food arrived and before Ino could hassle me more I started to shove food down my throat. Luckily Ino dropped it and made me promise to tell her later that night.
-End of Flashback- -
"Oi, Suzuka-chan, are you gonna answer the waitress? What do you want to eat?" Naruto waved obnoxiously in front of her face.
"Huh? Oh, gomen na. I'll have the soup salad of the day. Thank you," Sakura answered without any hesitation or looking at the menu.
Just as the waitress walked away from the table, the front door bell jingled as a hooded figure steeped into the café. Sakura who sat facing Ino's table noticed as her best friend visibly stiffened when the mystery man placed his hand on her shoulder. Lowering his head, the hooded whispered quietly into the blonde kunoichi's ear. He placed himself on the opposite chair and revealed his face, causing Ino to squeeze her eyes shut for a few moments of wishing she had stayed home that day.
"Naruto, Itachi, towards the window," Sakura barely whispered. Each took a slight glance and instantly perked up their ears by sending extra chakra to hear the pair's conversation.
"What do you want?" Ino demanded flatly.
"It's nice to see you to, Ino," he picked up a fork and began to flick each prong as if uninterested in small talk. "How's your day been?"
"Stop the chit chat, Sasuke. Just get to the point," the blonde glared coldly.
Meeting her eyes, the raven bore a blank look as he spoke, "I want you."
"Over my dead body."
"That wouldn't do either of us good."
"It would if it saved me from you," she replied quickly.
"Just comply before you become a disgrace to your family and your village," Sasuke returned to his fork.
"If anything I will be regarded as honorable for not spoiling my body with the likes of you," she retorted.
"The village won't see it that way. I can guarantee it. Plus, everyone knows you're the town nin skank that'll fulfill any guy's wish," Sasuke seemed to nonchalantly respond coyly without any hesitation.
"That's bullshit and you know it!" Ino started a small commotion.
"That may be so," he dropped his fork and lounged back looking at the ceiling, "but it's either submission or your parents find your body floating in a river. Take your pick."
"I'd rather be raped," she glared.
"That," he returned his attention back to her, "can be arranged." Dropping a few coins on the table, Sasuke grabbed one of Ino's wrists and pulled her out the door.
"Naruto-" Sakura alerted her companions.
"On it," Itachi replied for the blonde as he slid money onto the table beside their half eaten meals.
The trio calmly stood from their chairs as to keep the awareness of the public down. Leaving the petite café, the three stalked Sasuke and Ino very subtly until they were at the Uchiha Estate. Itachi whispered his plan in Naruto's ear and told him to hide with Sakura and wait. With that said, the ice king dissipated into the manor crouching upon the exact telephone pole he stood on ten years before (4). The dark knight dropped his transformation jutsu, unmasked his chakra, and revealed his crimson eyes drawing the unbelieving eyes of his little brother.
"Hn. Too easy."
Sasuke dropped like a fly down on the brick street as his mind was in Itachi's world now.
"I can break this. I've done it before. Remember? I killed you," Sasuke kept his stone face.
"Try," was the only word that echoed before the massacre repeated itself over and over only ending a tad bit differently. Instead sparing the young Sasuke, Itachi gored him with his kunai and brought the honorable death of the samurais: seppuku (5).
Itachi instantly returned to the living world after three seconds just in time for a curious Ino to look his way. She then too was caught in a genjutsu.
(In the Genjutsu)
Wild winds whipped around creating a barrier on a green grassy hill where two people sat cross-legged. Itachi kept his eyes closed and spoke softly but powerfully. "Yamanaka Ino," he looked up to catch her eyes, "I have graced you with the gift of protecting not only yourself, but other women within our village. I advise that you don't waste this opportunity and destroy my otouto." Ino's eyes widened at the harshness of Itachi's words but still couldn't help but to stay on defense. "You're questioning the harsh reality. It is true he's my little brother and I've done this to him once before, but his actions now are disgraceful and cannot go unpunished."
"I-I don't exactly know how to take him down…" Ino barely whispered "And how the hell do I know you're not just going to kill me?" she hissed, her defensive mode finally hit. She didn't want to seem dumb but there was no way for her to ever possibly physically beat Sasuke on her own, let alone Itachi.
"Had I wanted to kill you I would've done so already and spare the time. As for your true dilemma, we both know that everyone in the village sans Root would protect you. Use your resources and educate people," Itachi added. "Could you live with yourself if another female had fallen victim?" Ino shook her head and kept her eyes down. A million thoughts ran through her head but her whole body felt startlingly calm in Itachi's realm.
"So you're alive… even though-" Itachi cut off her sentence.
"Actually it'd be best to lie. Something along the lines of you asked a question about the massacre which triggered a traumatic black out," he just waved off the vague lie.
"And why should I do what you want? How would that help anyone?" she narrowed her crystal blue orbs. Had Itachi been the type, he would've completely deadpanned, but instead he stuck to mentally smacking himself. How could a kunoichi trained in Konoha switch from being protective to vulnerable and back again? They were trained a little better then that, at least he thought.
"It cannot be known that I'm alive," Itachi's voice hinted frustration. He regained his composure with a deep intake of air. "I'm going to release you now. It's best to follow my advice." And with that conclusion, the dark prince released his jutsu before the pesky blonde could frustrate him any further.
Still at the Uchiha Manor
Her placid ivory face soaked in the sun with two curious females kneeled in front keeping watch over her paralyzed body. Ino bolted straight up filling her lungs with a sharp gasp. Her icy eyes examined her delicate hands in her lap as she hung her head gasping for life. Slowly her body stopped shaking from the experience and she jumped from the ground when she noticed the two petite women in front.
"Who-Who are you?" the blonde bombshell growled like a feral cat. She crouched ready to fight and grabbed a kunai from her pouch.
"HAHAHAHAHA! So much for 'She'll remember me! We have that inseparable bond of best friends!'" Naruto pointed obnoxiously clutching "her" stomach. "You-haha- you owe me one ramen!"
"BAKA! She just woke up and we haven't even spoken yet!" Sakura smacked him in the back of the head. Meanwhile, Ino stood slightly confused still crouched but her arms hung out of defense. Something just seemed so familiar about the pair but she just couldn't place her finger on it. Before she could pull the memory up, Itachi proceeded through the bushes in his transformed disguise and set himself between the two bitching women.
"Ino, you should take him to the hospital and report to Tsunada-hime what happened, meaning the truth," Itachi advised.
"What? Why? I can call her here," Sakura declared triumphantly. "There's no need to separate us just yet." Itachi opened his mouth ever so slightly but was caught off guard when the demanding woman effortlessly glided her hands together and slammed one down to form the intricate summoning jutsu. From the dissipating smoke, a slimy mid-sized white slug with the signature blue black greeted her summoning master.
"Yes young master?" her feminine voice rang.
"Tell Tsunade-shishou that it's a code U at this location. Thank you," she gratefully thanked with a slight bow. The slug bowed her head with her antennae pointed straight towards her petite master and a poof confirmed the message was delivered.
"That's impossible! Only the Hokage has the summoning scroll to the slugs!" Ino spouted off.
"She may have it," Sakura replied coyly, "but that doesn't mean I haven't signed it, Ino-pig." The blonde's brows furrowed in confusion. Only Sakura called her that name but she had been gone for so long that there was no way the puny brunette in front of her could be her best friend. Yet again, the charade still stood as a blockade in Ino's pretty little head and just before the barrier broke Tsunade appeared. Hair astray, dark circles under her eyes, and a wrinkle crease in her forehead, the blonde bombshell was more like the bride of Frankenstein.
"What the hell do you want? How many times must I deal with you three?"
"ehh... Baa-chan… maybe you should look-"
"What the hell! Why is Sasuke knocked out?" the blonde shrieked.
"That's what I was trying to tell you…" Naruto scratched his neck sheepishly while trying so hard not to look at the hideous hokage.
"Itachi, I'm going to assume this was your doing," she spoke very business like, "so I'm going to ask you how long he's out for."
"He should be out for three full days," he paused. "I'd advise to keep him under medical watch for an extra day. Not that he'd need it."
"I was thinking the same thing," she rubbed baggy eyes.
"Ahem," Ino cleared her throat; "Tsunade-sama, I was wondering if I could speak privately with you…" she trailed off.
"Of course. Come to my office in a few hours and then we'll talk," the blonde dismissed the second hand medic.
"Actually… I was thinking we could talk now. It won't take too long. I promise."
"Fine. Speak," the matured blonde barked.
Ino stepped closely to her master and turned their backs on the trio as if it would block all sound. They obviously knew what she was going to talk about, so it didn't matter that she wanted her privacy. The low mumbles between the two had confirmed the latest events of the dishonorable Uchiha and before Naruto could nod off, Tsunade barked yet another order.
"Come with me, Ino. We'll be getting Anbu to protect you and keep a close eye upon the damned "last" Uchiha," the princess ran her fingers through her hair to clear away the persisting stress.
"What? I did not just waste my time of summoning you if you're going to take her away. I'm pretty sure all three can handle anything," one of the females persisted. Tsunade closed her eyes and was just about to agree when a pesky blonde decided to open her big mouth.
"Are you kidding me?" Ino screamed in protest. "I don't even know these three murders and you're even considering sending me off with them. What the he-"
"Wow Ino-pig," Sakura started, "you really are a dumb blonde."
"Shut it forehead!" the blue eyed woman disputed without thinking. Her blue eyes grew large as she finally caught on. Ino turned to the yin to her yang and whispered softly. "Saku-"
"Not here," she grinned. "Let's catch up with some hot cocoa."
"And of course mani-pedis," the blonde squealed in joy.
As soon as Tsunade realized everything was settled, she poofed her granny ass out of the squeal fest. Naruto and Itachi, on the other hand, couldn't leave the giddy gals, made eye contact, had one of those 'oh shit, what the hell did we get into' moments, and Naruto held on for dear life to Itachi's arm.
The pair duos walked through the town and into the flower shop with a joyous greeting from Ino's mother.
"Hello dear, and who may your friends be?" an older brunette form of Ino asked.
"Hey Mom," Ino replied chipper-like. "These are just some friends from another village that took Sakura and I in when we went on a mission a while ago. They were in town and decided that they'd like to catch up with me, so we were heading towards my room." The lie was so flawless that Naruto dropped his jaw in amazement. Luckily, Itachi lifted his chin before Ino's mother could take notice.
"Alright, Sweetie, I'll be down stairs if you need anything." The four climb the stairs and entered Ino's violet room.
Directly across from the door was a twin sized bed resting underneath a single window. The bed was dressed in a dark plum comforter with more pillows then one would know what to do with. Each wall had a different hue of purple that had a slight shimmer. On the left of the door sat a simple black desk with some overhead shelves and completed with a black chair. It wasn't much of a room, but to Ino, it was just a sanctuary with out a judging identity that held many memories.
Instantly, Sakura performed a sound seal to keep all sounds from exiting the petite room but still allowed them to hear any noises from within the building. She then was about to release the henge when Itachi held up his hand to stop her. "Wait," he stated. The icy prince swirled his eyes crimson and scanned the surrounding area for any Anbu or watchful eyes. It was his turn to perform a sight and chakra barrier that would make the room seem empty from outside eyes. He did notice, before he finished, a pair of pale eyes glaring straight into his own orbs. "We apparently have a prying pair of Hyuuga eyes."
"That's probably Hinata," she threw clothes into the air as she ransacked her closet for nail polish. What she didn't notice was that the unidentified female visibly stiffened. "because that would just be creepy if Neji was watching. Ah! I found them! I found the box of all the colors even though I know you'll pick the same one as always," she spoke directly to Sakura. Finally they all dropped their henges and Ino gasped when she saw Naruto's face.
"Ino-chan?" Naruto tilted his head to the side in a questioning glance.
"Gomen na. I had no idea you were-"
"Ino-chan! You have a visitor!" The blonde internally sighed as she was saved by the bell (6). Ino left the room and left the trio to their thoughts.
"So… What was she gonna say?" Naruto scratched his head trying to figure out the final word.
"Really Baka?" Sakura smacked her forehead.
"Kitsune, she didn't know you were gay. That and she'll probably play it off as if she didn't know you were with Sakura," Itachi spoke smooth as velvet into his ear.
"OOOH! Wow… she didn't know I was with you guys? Dumb blonde…" At that point, Itachi could help but to mentally smack himself as the pinkette deadpanned.
W/ Ino Downstairs
Taking no time at all, the baby-blue eyed girl was down in the shop in no time, looking at an extremely pissed off Hinata. The girl was only eighteen and she already showed some wrinkles and stress of a forty year old mother. Motherhood had been tough for the teen, especially at such a young age.
"What the hell do you think you're doing with him? Did I not thoroughly warn you?" the pearl eyed beauty hissed.
"I promise it's not Sasuke," she dragged Hinata into the back room to avoid any commotion within the store. "I know what I'm doing, okay? I promise to you, it's not him at all."
"Really Ino? How can you blatantly lie to my face even after I saw those damned Uchiha eyes? If it's not Sasuke, then who is it?" Hinata had worked herself up to the point where one could visibly see her chest rise with every breath she took.
"Listen to me, I can't tell you. I know you don't want to hear this," Ino pleaded, "but you just need to understand. You can try Tsunade, but the fact is that it's better if less people know what's going on." Ino brought the red faced Hinata back into public eye and led her to the door. "I'm sorry, but you need to trust me." The princess was not finished, but there was nothing more she could do or say to change her stubborn blonde friend. Stomping out of the room, the bell on the door ringed to announce the Hyuuga's departure.
Ino's mom popped her head into the store from one of the rooms. "What was that all about, Missy?"
"Nothing Mom," the blonde rolled her eyes at how her mother constantly treated her like a child. "Do you know if we have any marshmallows left for some hot cocoa?"
"Hm… I'm sure we can find some. What's the occasion? You only drink that when… well when Sakura was still in the village."
"I know," Ino feigned sadness, "but my guests remember drinking some when Sakura and I visited and they wanted to honor her memory."
"Very well," the older woman sighed. "I just hope it won't bring up any bad memories."
Ten minutes later, Ino arrived back at her door carrying a platter with four mugs of the best hot cocoa garnished with whip cream on top. "Hey guys, I can't really open the door… would you guys mind?" Sakura's bright cheery face answered as she could smell the chocolate from downstairs.
"Oh my Kami I miss this so much!" she squealed. Ino entered and placed the tray on the desk. Itachi had seated himself at the desk long before the blonde had arrived and sat with a massive book in hand. Naruto, on the other hand, had thrown himself on the bed and had a questioning look as he picked through the various girly colors. The suave Uchiha lifted his gaze just enough to give Ino a smoldering look of gratitude followed by a chocolate smooth 'thank you.' Ino turned tickle-me pink and would've died right then and there had Sakura not snorted at Itachi's natural politeness.
"How come I never got a greeting like that?" Sakura accused.
"Hn," Itachi quirked a brow as he sipped the steaming cocoa. Naruto sat back and took in the sight as he adored his lover subtly stirring up trouble. He knew that Itachi never meant any harm, but he couldn't help but feel jealous that those eyes weren't his for that one moment.
"Uh… Naruto-kun, are you going to have some?" Ino said while holding out a mug. The jinchuuriki sat up on the edge of the bed and crossed his legs Indian style, ready to receive the drink.
"Hm? Oh, yeah, thanks," he smiled genuinely at the baby-blue eyed girl as he took the mug into his tan, calloused hands. "So… maybe we should leave you and Sakura to your girly nail-polish crap…"
"I wear nail polish," Itachi stated.
"That's why you're the uke," he spitted out without any hesitation.
"Oh Kami, as if I don't hear enough of this debate from Kisa-kun," Sakura rolled her eyes. Ino, though, was bright red and couldn't help but be completely embarrassed.
"Not according to last night," the devil prince smirked.
"Ugh, I do not need to be subjected to your sex life. Come on Ino, let's start our nails!" she turned the subject to save both blondes from too much embarrassment. "What color were you thinking?"
"Huh?" she was still stunned by the duos outspokenness but quickly recovered. "How about we use the special bottle?"
"Yes! Great idea!" the pinkette squealed. It was like she was ten again and everything with Ino was fantastic. Her tone changed though to a mysterious sound that almost sauntered into the demon boy's ears. "Naruto-kun, you sure you wouldn't like to try it?" she questioned to the cross legged blonde on the bed. To further the appeal, Sakura had sat on the edge of the bed and leaned closer to the blonde. She grabbed a clear bubble-like bottle that had flat sides as if it had been shared with another bubble, and topped with a glass, non-pointed cone. Within the bottle, an array of colorful liquids swirled from the deepest green to the sexiest reds that never blended, but twisted amongst each other (7). Her tempting tone had turned even Itachi's head just the slightest to catch a glimpse of the bottle. The dark prince easily recognized what made it different
"No! I refuse to be the uke," the blonde harrumphed to keep his manhood intact.
"Oh please, I can see it in your eyes Baka. You want to try it, so stop resisting," the pinkette rolled her eyes. Itachi aided the females cause by silently placing his book pages down to save his place and glided over in front of his lover. The dark prince melted his exterior again for a moment as he lowered himself to eye level and capture Naruto's chin with his long, slender fingers.
"Kitsune, just do it. I'll make it worth it later," Itachi whispered into his ear. Naruto melted right then and there into a pile of blonde and the ice king slinked away back to his book. Sakura and Ino, on the other hand, were tomato red as blood dribbled out of their noses from the steamy scene.
"Fine," Naruto regained shape. "But you better as hell not be lying," he grumbled with his arms crossed. Itachi found his seat again and returned to reading his book in silence as he kept a dog's ear on the trio. "Oi, Sakura-chan, Ino-chan, are we going to do this or not?" The two girls nodded their heads profusely while wiping the blood from their chins.
"Come-come here, Naruto. We need to clean up your hands first," Sakura struggled to say. She had seen her fair share of yaoi when training with Tsunade, but nothing ever compared to a real life experience… or with an Uchiha. Ino seated herself on the between the window and Sakura.
"Naruto, can you move more in the center? It'd just be easier…" Ino asked, unsure of addressing him. The whiskered man scooted over just a bit until he was resting himself against the headboard of Ino's bed. He shoved his hands out and turned his head away as if it pained him to be painted.
The two girls went straight to work with nail files, clippers, hand lotions, exfoliates, and even a small cheese grater (8). After thirty minutes of gossiping, filing, grating, and clipping, Naruto's hands had no calluses, hangnails, or broken nails. He could've been a hand model had he not been a ninja.
"Finally! I'm done with the torture!" he turned his head back to look at his very clean, but not painted nails.
"Actually…" Sakura scratched the back of her head sheepishly, "your hands were so poorly kept that he haven't even started to paint your nails. Plus you were shaking so we thought you needed to pee." Now that Naruto had though of it, he really did. That hot cocoa went straight through him.
"Ano, where's the little ninja's room?" he asked as he crossed his legs.
"Down the hall, first door on the right," Itachi spoke up. Ino was about to drop her jaw and speak out but decided against. He was an Uchiha. Naruto rushed out of the room and the three remaining heard the door slam. Itachi faded back into his bubble as he continued his book, but he wasn't as isolated as the two girls had thought.
"So Forehead, found anyone yet? It's obvious that Naruto-kun is off the menu," Ino went back into her own confident persona.
"Eh… I wouldn't say "found" someone, but I'm workin' on one," she smirked back.
"Who?" Ino's eyes grew wide. "Is it another Akatsuki member?"
"Yes, but I don't think he sees me the same way. Plus, I still haven't given up on the last person I told you about before I left," Sakura whispered the last part.
'Kami, does she really think I'm that dense that I can't figure it out,' Itachi thought to himself. 'You have to be a complete idiot not to understand.' Just then, Naruto entered the room again and plopped back down on the bed, this time much more relaxed.
"I still don't get what you see in him," Ino retorted glancing at her blonde counterpart. "I mean, he's a great guy and ninja, but seriously… I thought you'd be over him by now," she thought aloud, making sure she didn't say anything offensive to catch either the pinkette or the Uchiha's ear.
"Who we talkin' about?" Naruto asked naively. "You met a guy at the festival or somethin', Saku-chan?" Itachi smacked himself in the forehead in which everyone turned in shock.
"I forgot to leave a note for Deidara and Sasori," he coolly covered up his fault.
"I'm pretty sure Dei has kept them from going to the room anyways…" Naruto mumbled. He shook his head to clear the mental pictures of the first time he'd seen them in the base. "Ano… what time is it? I thought we were supposed to meet the two some point today…"
"It's about 3, and yes, we should meet up with them during the festival tonight. Yamanaka-shi, will you be attending the festival with us?" Itachi questioned formally.
"Hai, and call me Ino. If you know Sakura, then you basically met her other half," her sincere reply caught the apathetic prince off guard. "Naruto, sit still! It'll only take a few minutes so long as you don't mess it up." The fierce female yanked his hand down again and started off to work.
"I swear if I end up with pink nails I'll-"
"Just shut it and get over it," the pinkette snapped.
-_-_-_- Yeah.. I know, that was all set up but w.e. With Sasuke (back track to when he enters the Root base at around 4:10 am) -_-_-_-
"Ah, Uchiha, Sasuke, what brings you to call this meeting?" a voice boomed down the colossal pipe.
"Danzo-dono, it would be preferable to talk alone," the meditating Uchiha coyly spoke, "wouldn't you think?"
"It seems nothing can escape the eyes of such a skilled Uchiha," the elder man waved his hand. Tiny footsteps were heard but no essence of another living being existing could be found. "Walk with me into Root and we can discuss what really brings you to my door step," his gravel voice ricocheted off the sewer walls. The aristocratic pair untrustingly trekked on top of the scum using concentrated chakra through the large iron threshold that contained the center of Root. "Now," the bandaged man turned to face the younger generation, "what are you doing here?"
"I have a proposition for you," the raven smirked. "We both know that Konoha is run by an emotional wreck of a princess. I know that you are technically disbanded but we both know that you have the manpower."
"Hmm... interesting that you would like to overthrow the position you've been working hard to gain. I haven't spent endless hours regaining your legitimacy as a Konoha citizen for you to throw it all away," his eye bore deep into the raven's deep onyx orbs and his voiced remained a monotonous tone of calmness. "I've worked my fair share of politics to cover your rapist acts. Is that why you come to me?"
"No. I come to you because I know you have the skills to run this nation and your cold heart tells me you have no problem fulfilling the job." The Uchiha smirked, "So do we have a deal?"
"Not before we smooth out details, but I will consider this. I trust neither of us will speak of this outside of this room?"
"Done," he spoke sharply. "Until next time." Within an instant the raven flashed out of sight within a flurry of leaves.
"Kisara, Kazura," the crippled man whispered.
(A/N: the emphasis is on the ending part of the names… not the Ki and Ka.)
"Hai," identical women appeared in front of the crippled man.
"Gather the others. We will need to make a few plans ourselves," Danzo hissed.
"Hai, Sensei," the duo disappeared in an entwining array of petals and leaves.
-_-_-And we move on back into Ino's Room and back to normal time (meaning around 3:30-ish)- _-_-_-_-_-_
"Naruto-kun, you can look now."
"Not bad... it's no orange but I guess yellow is just as good…" the blonde examined his nails.
"Jeez don't sound excited or anything…" Ino huffed. "Anyway, it's not like you have a choice. Whoever has the other end of that yellow is destined to be your best fighting mate."
"Nani? It's just paint," the azure eyed male waved off the statement.
"It's true," the dark prince barely audibly spoke without even raising his gaze from the book. "But also it only matches with the chakra that's been added to the mixture. That would depend on them," he glanced quickly at Sakura and Ino. "So, who else has yellow?"
"eeetoo… We never found anyone with yellow… but you're not the only that hasn't found a match. We were just limited to the number of people… The color may change with a different mixture of chakras. "
"Add mine," Itachi's chocolate voice smoothly flowed through the atmosphere into the ears of the trio on the bed. Gently placing the archaic book down, he glided to the bed already making his chakra visible. Sending a small rotating orb down into the bottle, the fluids were laced with another dark violet shade.
"Wait, how come I didn't have to add my chakra?" Naruto questioned suspiciously.
"Ano… you see, heh heh, when we both worked in the hospital…" the pinkette began.
"… we started stealing the ninja patients' chakra in a special vile that Hokage-sama told us was primarily used for medical tests," Ino finished sheepishly. "It has been said that when the nails turn a shade of pink it means they have found the one they are destined to be with, so we gathered as much to find our supposed true love."
"It will only turn pink if the soul mate applies it," Itachi added. "May I paint my nail?" Ino's eyes softened a little with image of the angular man taking complete concentration for a nail.
"Sure," Sakura handed over the bottle, "but make it quick because we need to get ready for the festival soon. What's the order again…? I think it may be the dancing night…"
"First," Ino began, "it's Opening Ceremony with all the shebang, then it's Entertainment of the Arts, so yes, there will be dancers, third is Cuisine-"
"My favorite of course," the whiskered boy interrupted the blonde beauty.
"Not if I can help it," the dark prince thought.
"Fourth is…."she twiddled with her earring, "Oh, that's right, fourth is Cosplay, fifth is the Cross Dressing night, strictly for the older crowd, and the last day is the ending ceremony of course. It's nothing big, just Tsunade-sama thanking everyone and then fireworks," Ino finished. "I've always had a problem remembering cosplay…" she absently thought aloud. By the time Ino had finished the list Itachi had finished painting his pinky fingernail and had begun to blow it dry. A vibrant hue of color dried on the extremely manicured hand, making Ino and Sakura both raise their brows.
Reading the duo's reactions, Itachi's deep silken voice rose from his throat to ask, "Who has red?"
-_-_-_-_-With Kisara and Kazura (present time of 3:30)-_-_-_-_-
The identical pair sisters leisurely leaned against a bridge railing, one with her face cupped in one hand with one arm down and an elbow holding her up, and the other with her arms crossed and her face resting to the side. Their striking looks were not meant to keep hidden as Root so often did. Creamy legs that went on for miles were bare save for black spandex shorts and pearly silk skirts. Instead of the normal shinobi sandals, the duo wore matching gladiator sandals with spikes on the front for a piercing kick. Mesh tank tops hugged every curve and revealed everything except a white band that covered their ample breasts. Although the fiery girls were exactly the same in every visible aspect, they each had their own sense of mind and clearly one was almost always dominant.
Staring at the water running beneath the bridge, Kisara finally opened her coy mouth with a faint blush of bashfulness. "Now that we've done what sensei asked," she paused to smile sheepishly, "shouldn't we tell the master the news?" Her face morphed back to its dreamy state of mind as she thought of their master while biting a nail.
"And how do you suppose we contact him without alerting Sensei-kun?" Kazura rolled her eyes and replied haughtily. "Just because our sensei is a baka doesn't mean he doesn't keep tabs on us."
"Kazu-chan, you're so paranoid," she twirled a ruby silk lock. "Plus you know he doesn't approve publicizing our relationship," she scolded. "Anyway, we keep ourselves in a constant bubble of nonexistence. For all he knows, we could be having some fun in the village since our last departure two months ago," Kisara winked with her vixen emerald eyes.
"Ugh, Kisara," she scoffed, "… actually, you do have a point." The two hatched a plan with the bond of inseparable twin-hood with only a glance.
-_-_-_-We'll get back to our OC twins later, now to Kisame (I know you guys have been wondering where he went) ==_==_==_==
Dashing through the woods, the blue man hardly broke a sweat running for a day and a half. Stopping at the hot springs may have been a bit out of the way, but a shark deserves a break every now and then. Plus his informant had contacted him ahead of time before he reached Sound.
-Flashback and lemon warning-
Steam rose from the scalding water and curled around the two figures basking in the relaxing heat. Beads of water dribbled from their bodies making the cycle back into the water. Kisami's throat rumbled from a deep sigh. "What exactly was the need for this break?" he questioned.
"My Lord," a delicate female voice sounded in the private bathhouse. "I've been toying with one of the members of Team Taka, and I don't think anyone suspects me."
"And this is all you had to tell me?" he growled. "I thought that you knew what you were doing. I should kill you on the spot," he threatened.
"Master, you should trust me more," she purred. "Of course I have more for you. The team has arrived except for Sasuke-"
"I already knew he wasn't there," the blue man cut her off.
"Kisame-san, you never let me finish," she playfully chastised him. Tracing his arm muscles with her soft finger tips, the woman continued. "Jugo is acting as the new leader of Sound. He's already proven himself to be the strongest and it seems as though the people either respect or fear him. Karin has been keeping herself hidden, but publicizes her face as the caring ruler next to Jugo's harshness. Suigetsu, my informant, believes I just come with the house and allows me to go anywhere. He's acting behind the scene and works the spy system. As soon as Sasuke returns, they will have their full forces."
"So what would be the best way to take the top?" Kisame glared at the sexual informant who had begun to trace his chest instead. Seeming not to notice his look, she continued down below the water to his navel and then back up.
"I'm just an informant, not the mastermind," she purred with her lips grazing his ear. Kisame snatched her wrist and distanced himself from her vixen body.
"That's enough," his growl rumbled through the open air. "I collected you for your talents, not for pleasure. Now, tell me what I want to know."
The delicate plain Jane sighed heavily before she realized she pushed the envelope too far. "I guess I'll confess. I'd separate the three, Karin first. She will be able to detect you before you even enter Sound, and pleasure is one of my talents."
"And how do I get her away from the others?" he questioned. His grip loosened a bit only to retighten when the girl struggled to free herself.
"Do you have anything that belongs to Sasuke on you?" she foxily leaned in so her moderate-sized breasts were up against his chest. She was no stunning creature, but that didn't mean she wasn't tantalizingly beautiful.
"His old family necklace. He hasn't worn it since the massacre though," the blue man informed. He made no attempts to move her.
"Doesn't matter. As I recall, those absorb trace amounts of chakra from the original owner. She'll just think he's very far away and something must have not wrong. She'll leave by herself in order to get alone time with him. Just try to mask your chakra better." Her serious tone changed though when an idea popped into her pretty little head. "Like staying in a body of water," she whispered on his thin blue-gray lips. Finally letting go of her wrists, Kisame clasped his arms around the petite woman and started to nibble on her lower lip. Pulling her in tight, the woman sat on the gilled man's lap with his semi-hard manhood.
"Jun," he pulled away from the kiss, "I can't."
"You always seem to find some reason to stop," she pulled him back into a deep kiss while grinding her hips making him moan. Her attempts were futile though when he pulled away again. "What's different this time?" Her tone was completely monotonous, but her face showed the rejection and pain. Kisame turned his head away in guilt from the disheartened woman on his lap.
"I don't love you." All that could be heard was their rugged breathing and the water churning from heat.
"I know." Those words made the moment stand still. Jun's hands glided to the azure face and pulled Kisame's gaze to her own. "And I don't care," she smiled with perfect crescent eyes. She kissed his lips delicately with a tear rolling down her cheek. Now that there were not strings, the Akatsuki man had no problem taking in every essence of the woman.
Pulling her closer into his chest, Jun's body trembled the lower Kisame's hands travelled from her back to grasping her fair ass. She began to grind her hips hard onto his manhood with the aid of his rough palms. Together they moaned as Kisame has his way nipping at her neck down to her collar bone. Jun arched her lithe body and inhaled the cool night air mixed with the curling steam as she descended upon Kisame's enlarged member. Unlike the fluidity he generally rides, his moves were quick, harsh jerks into her body.
To him, it just didn't feel like she should be cherished. He wanted release and that's all. There was only a one-way street of love between the two and the cord severed when he turned from her when she leaned in to kiss him.
Her slick walls clamped tighter on the blue nin as he bore deeper into her folds. Bouncing upon his lap, Kisame couldn't handle the sight of her jiggling boobs and slip one hand up to fondle the pink nipple while his mouth attacked the other. Before she knew it, Jun had clawed her nails into his shoulders and threw her head back in ecstasy. Her body shook as her mouth opened to voice her release, but no sound came from the overwhelmed woman. Kisame milked her for all she had but after three more deep thrusts into her tight pussy, the man found his own release and muffled his cries in the crook of her neck.
-_-_-_-_- End of Flashback -_-_-_-_-_-
Coming to an end of his journey, the gilled man created a vast sea within the forest. It was quite obvious that it didn't belong, but many travelers of the mist pass by and odd occurrences are passable. Finding a nice branch to hold the Uchiha's necklace, Kisame had set the trap and waited for the fun to start.
Well, that's it folks. Sorry for the delay… you may kill me later… Please Review!
1) I totally made up that dress so if you're into fashion and it sounds like crap to you… well I'm sorry. :) but I personally think it's cute.
2) It sounds crazy to tap your nose but seriously, it's an impossible habit to break.
3) I'm consulting a map I found in photobucket. You can look it up if you need the visual.
4) I did the math. If Sasuke was 8 during the massacre, add five years to the 13y.o. Sasu, then add the 2 yrs. for the time he was with Oro, and then add three more years to be 18. and Ita is 23.
5) It's an honorable way of protecting a samurai's way of life. They only served the emperor and when the country changed, they couldn't change their way. Instead, they committed suicide in an honorable fashion of stabbing themselves in the abdomen, crossing it horizontally, and then pulling the katana up into his heart. Usually the man is unable to finish it so he has a well trusted male family member (usually a brother) ready to slice the samurai's throat before he passes out or backs out. Yeah, that's right. I'm an American and I actually know knowledge of other countries ;) and no. I didn't look that up.
6) What a great show :) well… the earlier years…
7) Just image search "interesting perfume bottles" it's literally the second one of the page.
8) Make shift ped-egg :)