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That snail

...or...

In the club

Ibiki looked at his student's attire as she let Anko handle her make-up.

"Hell I hate this stuff." She growled as the purple-haired woman applied the eyeliner.

"I know honey … we all know. And you are a natural beauty, which is only helping us, but we need to have you dazzling for this one."

Sakura was sporting a black pleated skirt that ended mid thigh and left her long, creamy legs, which were placed in black high heels, exposed and free to roam. She was carrying a red strapless top that ended just a few centimeters under her breasts and a black mesh shirt over that. The dark and lascivious make-up Anko was applying wasn't really helping anything.

Kotetsu whistled as he entered the room. "Whoa, nice look, Sakura." He gave her an approving glance.

"Good thing I'm on your team, that way I won't have to listen to your flirting." She mocked.

"Awww … Sakura-chan." He faked hurt. "Anyways … the bar opens in ten minutes … so … we are on our posts."

Ibiki was still groaning about being given a place at the lower level. It wasn't as if he had wanted it, but his group had been able to get him on the lower level. His head had been aching and they had been whining and bitching until he had agreed. Not completely satisfied with it, because he wouldn't be able to see everything, but he felt a bit better in being near his Lollypop.

He had Sakura place a genjutsu over him – after Anko had given him red, curled hair and he had looked like a clown – and he was rather content with his look. Bald … though no marks on his face and his features softened; she surely had made a better job about it than Mitarashi.

It was horrible. The blaring of the speakers, the bad music – he was only lucky not to have to dance. Heh, one of the advantages of being the boss was being able to choose the job. Only if your subordinates were about to give you the hell of your life you're just going to give them what they wanted.

He looked at his Lollypop that was dancing with the men in the crowd. If you could call it dancing; since when was foreplay called dancing? Well … he didn't care. Yes, damn it he did care … His eyebrow twitched when his subconscious kicked in and "helped" him to admit it. He didn't like it that there were men dancing with his Lollypop. If the poor pigs only knew that she could break all their bones with nothing more than the flip of a finger.

He smiled as she returned to him and emptied her drink – she came closer to him. When she placed a finger on his knee, she started writing on it, while she talked to him about something completely different. While he followed the conversation half-heartedly – just the way she lead it – he concentrated on the strokes on his knee.

Got A Target Person. He Is Watching Me Since He Came In. Izumo Served Him. Long Blond Hair. Brown Eyes.

She described him quickly as his eyes started searching for the man she meant. He found him rather quickly and found it interesting to catch the man staring at Sakura. He draped an arm around her and started writing on her shoulder.

Talk To Him. He Could Be A Normal One. Find Out What He Searches For.

She nodded and stood up smiling as she sexily walked over to the man, who hadn't let her out of his eyes for the last half hour. She halted next to him and ordered a drink.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" the man suddenly asked.

She looked at him and smiled. "Yeah, it's nice tonight. You?"

"Haven't yet found what I was looking for."

"Well … what are you looking for?" she asked in return and winked playfully at Izumo as she received her drink – good thing he knew that this was a sign.

"Let's say … 19 … and … something special. There's got to be a something about her. Something unique, something outstanding." He began. "Could you help me?"

She smiled at him. "I don't know I have only my friend over there, but he won't be able to help you."

"A friend he is?" the man asked.

"I'd say … a friend with benefits."

"I see."

Sakura felt odd, calling her sensei and the master torturer of Konoha a 'friend with benefits'. That'd be like calling Kakashi a fling. Just odd.

"My name's Sakura." She smiled at him.

"Yatako; pleased to meet you." He kissed her hand.

She giggled a bit childishly and blushed. "Well … I guess, I'll get back to my … friend." She said. Having them on a line was always a nice idea.

"You can tell me at every time if you feel ready … for a change from your … friend." Yatako informed her and she smiled.

"I'll think about it, cutie." She winked and sauntered over to Ibiki again.

He welcomed her with open arms and she sat down right on his lap, hanging her arm around his neck and dangling her feet. He brought his mouth close to her ear.

"What did he say?"

She giggled and he smirked – damn all this roleplay she could see Izumo and Kotetsu throw her looks – and she placed her drink on the table to turn to him and straddle him. Bringing her hands up to his neck she bent forward close to his ear.

"Searches exactly for target person; a special something he calls it." She kissed his neck and massaged it carefully with her hands. "Calls himself Yatako, might be right or not. Has quite an amount of chakra … ninja if you ask me."

Slowly she grazed her teeth over his neck and wasn't surprised when she felt his rough hands run up and down her legs. The only thing that surprised her was that she was enjoying herself … very much so. She kissed up his throat and hovered over his mouth for a moment before descending.

Her mind was split and in a moment like this she was utterly thankful for Kura, who was able to hold up the 'conversation' with Ibiki, while she couldn't help but enjoy the kiss. His strong hands tangled in her short hair as his teeth grazed over her bottom lip and she parted her lips to let his surprisingly gentle tongue invade her mouth.

She didn't notice what she was writing on his chest with her fingers – Kura did luckily – but she enjoyed his big hands on her sides. She bit back a moan when his fingers brushed over her throat and her collarbone.

Why was this feeling good? Why did she want more of it? God, why did she let him do this?

His hot mouth kissed her throat as she arched her back slightly, spreading butterfly kisses over her exposed skin he nibbled on her collarbone.

"That snail

One long horn, one short,

What's on his mind." He whispered haughtily and she could feel his hot breath on her skin.

"Yatako's still watching…" she breathed carefully.

Ibiki had to bite back a smirk. As much as he wasn't normally showing ANY emotion, he loved it to have the konoichi – his Lollypop – be so responsive to him. As much as she was a headache, she was just attracting in a twisted kind of way.

He could feel every shudder she suppressed; hear every moan she bit back. And god he loved her responsiveness. It was like playing a guitar – he was able to bend her every way possible and he loved it.

"I know … how the hell did you come up with friend with benefits, Lollypop?"

"What should I have said? You're my daddy, my brother, my boyfriend? That would have scared him away, we need him on a line – and friend with advantages serves well for that."

"Hmmm." He hummed. "That sounds odd for you…" he noticed.

"Che. It's like calling Kakashi a fling." She admitted smiling a bit.

He couldn't control the slight tug on his lips as his mouth curled into a very, very slight, almost unnoticeable smirk. But she noticed and drew the new formation on his lips.

"He stopped looking." She explained carefully.

"Stay a bit, that way he won't know it was a set-up."

She nodded and kissed the slightly pulled up corner of his mouth, before she carefully and softly pressed her lips to his and this time it is so different from before. This time she didn't need Kura to take care of 'businesses'. This time she was able to enjoy the kiss wholeheartedly, and when she felt his gentle tongue brushing her lower lip she knew that he enjoyed it as well this time. God damn it … that was just wrong.

Izumo sighs as he throws the apron on the table; he was tired, god damn it he was extremely tired – a look at Kotetsu told him that his friend didn't feel otherwise. Smirking he grabbed an ice cube and stuck it into Kotetsu's collar. The man jerked up gave a startled cry before starting to wriggle and take the cube out of his shirt.

"Izumo!"

And one moment later he has the very same ice cube sliding down his back. He hears Sakura giggle as she sits down on the bar and stifles a yawn.

"Hey princess." He smiles tiredly at her and she returns the smile in the same manner.

"God … I really hate clubs like those … on top of that I start working tomorrow … no wait … today. God damn it." She seethed as she grabs an ice cube and pops into her mouth, where she plays with it.

Anko comes down from the VIP floor and sits down next to the pink-haired konoichi, leaning against her in the process. Absentmindedly Ibiki's "Lollypop" brushes through her hair, while she was still playing with the ice cube in her mouth.

"Isn't that cold, princess?" Kotetsu asks her.

"It is. Freezes my mouth." She admits. "But it keeps me awake."

"So … we have three targets as it seems." Hayate noticed as he joined them. "And the first one is the most likely…"

"Heh … the show you pulled for him wasn't bad either." Anko giggled in her tired stupor.

"You really had to make out with our sempai, didn't you?" Kotetsu teased her.

"Shut your trap. You heard my conversation with that guy and after that … well either I wanted to end up quickly as the next victim or I kept him on a line. That did just do that."

"And when he wasn't looking anymore?" Izumo probed.

"He could have looked once again by accident and would have known that it was just an act if we would have been fifteen kilometers far from each other. That was why …"

"Was it good?" A giggling Anko asked.

"Anko!" The pink-haired medic slapped her friend playfully on the strong arm.

"I take that as a yes." The purple-haired nin replied.

"You're insufferable." The younger one groaned.

"Had no sugar today." Anko shrugged as if it was an excuse.

"God damn it … and I'm your target? Why not get Kakashi instead?"

"He's the reason…"

"Bastard I'm gonna cut of his balls." Sakura seethed.

"I'm right with ya, honey." Anko agreed.

Izumo, Kotetsu and Hayate shivered. "Girls … don't talk about things like that when we're around that's very … insensitive …" Izumo tried.

"Sorry guys … but we have a sugar-deprived Anko because of a certain silver-haired jonin, we just had to make up a plan … that's all." Sakura assured them as she bit into the ice cube cracking it successfully.

"Alright, guys. We have to work on the information we got tonight." Ibiki came up, Sakura's genjutsu released he was in his normal attire again, he seemed much more comfortable.

"Lollypop, tomorrow morning no session, we have to clear the information and you have to freaking sleep."

"Yare, yare. I get ya scarface … I'll be around your ears at 6 in the afternoon again."

TADAAA!!! The poem is one of Issa's I think ... I'm not quite sure though.

However, if you liked it, please review!!!!

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