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Chronicle One: Shinobi in the Mist (Version 1.93)

Chapter 3

The girl was clearly drunk and from the amount of sake that she'd had, Kane wasn't surprised. What did surprise him was that she hadn't passed out yet. She was leaning heavily against his shoulder; her pink hair tickling his neck. He could smell her fragrance, the scent of wildflowers with a hint of cherry blossoms. The girl's right arm was wrapped tightly around his waist and her eyes were unfocused but still open.

'She must be able to handle alcohol well,' Kane thought to himself. He knew the type. Those depressed girls forced into a relationship with some rich snob by their parents. He'd known a few of them in his time, they had a tendency to try and drown their sorrows by partying and drinking. They were easy that way, emotionally vulnerable and desperate for someone who could make them feel better about themselves and their lives.

The pair walked alongside the water, a cool night breeze drifting against them. Kane led the girl along, the soft glow from the lamps illuminating their way. The couple eventually arrived at their destination and with some difficulty, the man managed to get his companion to his room on the second floor. The girl hadn't uttered a word since leaving The Dolphin's Dive. Kane gently guided her to the king sized bed and sat her down. She leaned back against the pillows without uttering a word. Kane took off his shoes and then went to his suitcase and began rummaging through it. After taking out some toiletries, he proceeded into the bathroom to clean himself up.

Sakura watched the mist ninja go into the bathroom before examining her surroundings. It seemed to be a standard hotel room; a large bed, a wardrobe, a writing desk. She wondered where Kane had hidden his weapons. A ninja of his rank would definitely have hidden weapons in the room. She looked at the suitcase resting on top of the desk. The secret plans might be in there but he had left it in his room when he went to the bar so probably not. It was most likely still on him, hidden in his formal jacket; she doubted he would've let it leave his side.

The shower in the bathroom suddenly came on. It seemed that he wanted to clean himself up. Sakura thought back to her undercover training and how her sensei told her to be alert and observant. She was taught to keep a firm hold of her alias but only up until when it was necessary. Her friend Ino had often boasted to Sakura about her exploits while undercover, of how she had seduced countless handsome men and while they were unawares, had stolen away with their most trusted secrets. Sakura sighed, she was never as confident of herself and her own looks as Ino was with hers. Even being taught under Tsunade-sama hadn't given her the confidence to use her charms to take advantage of men in the ways that Ino had done.

Kane was pretty handsome she had to admit to herself. The man carried himself confidently and was also a very smooth talker. If they were normal everyday people and not ninjas from different villages, she wouldn't mind dating him. Sakura shook herself from her musings. Her mission was to obtain secret information from this Jounin. He may look like a charming, smooth talking banker but he was a ninja of the mist. She will not be charmed by his looks; she will succeed in her mission no matter what. She is a Jounin of the leaf and one of the Konoha eleven. She will let her training and instincts guide her. The shower suddenly stopped. Sakura took a deep breath and composed herself. She returned to her role as a drunk, young woman.

Kane stepped out of the bathroom draped in a beige nightgown. He noticed the girl sitting back on the bed, gazing lazily at him

"Here," he said as he approached her. Kneeling beside the bed, he proceeded to take off her high heeled boots. The girl just idly watched as he pulled them off and set them aside. Kane then reached up under her dress. Taking a hold of the stockings at the top of her thighs, he slowly and gently rolled them down her smooth legs. Sara leaned her head back and sighed contently. Placing the rolled stockings on the carpeted floor, he got up and sat next to her on the bed. The girl had her head back against the pillow and her eyes were closed. He reached out and brushed a lock of her pink hair away from her face. Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed at him. He saw hesitation in those mystical, green orbs.

"Ken, I..." She faltered, unable to speak more.

Before she could find her words, Kane reached over and gently took her hair band off. Setting it aside, he ran his hand through her vibrant pink hair.

"It's alright," he told her in a soft voice, "You can rest on the bed and I'll sleep on the floor."

Kane slowly slipped his hand away; he didn't want to pressure her. These types of girls were fragile, they usually craved companionship more than anything else and wanted nothing more than to be loved and comforted.

As Kane turned to stand up, he suddenly felt a hand grabbing onto his shoulder. He turned to see Sara's eyes looking at him. Her other hand reached behind his head and slowly brought his face closer to hers. A second later, they kissed and he suddenly tasted her sweet fragrance as their lips embraced each other. After awhile, she drew back and stared at him intently. He saw wild confusion in her green eyes. But in an instant, the look was gone and was replaced with reckless determination. She suddenly straddled him and stripped his nightgown from his shoulders. He in turn moved his hands behind her back and unzipped her dress. She let him pull the dress off her arms and down to her waist before grabbing his face and passionately kissing him again. Kane began sliding his hands from Sara's smooth flawless waists up to her back. He unclipped her bra and slid it gently along her arms. The girl broke the kiss and pulled her bra off before bringing her hands onto Kane's chest. She ran her hands across his skin and up to his shoulders and pushed him flat against the bed. As Sara sat over him looking down, she began to slide the rest of her dress off. She slowly pushed it past her hips and then down and off her legs. Kane looked up at the beautiful, pink haired girl straddling him, the girl who was now naked except for her white satin panties. He gave her a smile and placed his hands on her waist; relishing in the soft texture of her skin beneath his hands. She grabbed his nightgown and slowly parted it off his legs. When Sara discovered his lack of underwear, she gave him a questioning look.

"I like to sleep unclothed," he explained to her.

Narrowing her eyes, she massaged him with one of her hands. Kane closed his eyes and sighed contently. As his mind swam in sensuous oblivion, he suddenly sensed something wrong. He opened his eyes just in time to see a fist wrapped in chakra come down and connect with his head.