"She's not really going to sleep with this guy is she?" Kankurou grumbled after they had flashed their badges to the Sound country ninjas as the entrance gate, "I mean seriously... Isn't that tradition forbidden?"

"In some countries, but the Kazekage allows the geisha to continue their business as long as he gets his fair share," Baki answered solemnly.

Temari kept silent as they followed the carriage down the path. She had her own thoughts and feelings towards Oroshi and any other female like her, but she couldn't say anything now. Especially when they were in the country that was run by the man who bought a single night with her. What made her feel off about this mission was how young Oroshi was and considering this was her first night being bought. She then turned to see Gaara following not too far from the carriage. He didn't seemed in the slightest bit interested in being there or having to complete a mission that didn't involve him killing anyone.

'Surely to Kami he wouldn't get bored enough to kill one of us,' Temari thought to herself before turning her gaze straight ahead, 'And hopefully this girl knows what she's doing.'

Oroshi sat calmly as she rehearsed the night's events over and over in her mind. She couldn't fail, not on her first night. Now that they were in the Sound Country it was time to get her items prepared. A true geisha was nothing without her instruments. Also, a true kunoichi was nothing without her weapons. With both of these reminders in mind, she had to prepare her own utensils to carry out her mission: to kill the Sound Daimyo. Oroshi pulled out her two hand held fans she would be using to dance with. The paper was a deep orange with lavender circles on the folds. She then pulled out a vial with a brush much like that of a nail-polish container. The vial contained the poison that would first put the Daimyo to sleep before actually taking affect within his body.

'If I can get close enough to him, i'll be able to sprinkle just enough on him to make him feel ready to sleep,' Oroshi thought to herself as she began to dab small amounts of the liquid on the tip of her fan, 'I can't get any drops on me. That would be a dead give-away and this mission would be a failure.'

Her breath hitched as anticipation began to rise. She recalled all her lessons as well as the training she had went through with her poisons, but nothing any lesson could provide her for real-time warfare. From what Hana explained, the Kazekage was allies with Sound. However, he wanted someone else to become the Daimyo and the only way to get his own person to power was to kill off the current one. Instead of having Hana or someone else more trained for the job, he sent her as a way to test her skills. Oroshi took a deep breath, though it did nothing to calm her down.

The moment came when the carriage slowed to a stop. Oroshi kept her calm demeanor as she was helped out of the carriage by Kankurou. She opened her parasol, though it was starting to become dusk, and was led into a rather large manor that easily towered over the manor she had grown up in. Without looking back, Oroshi gave a brisk wave to send her escort off to the destination she would be meeting them at when her mission was complete.

"I don't even want to think about it..." Kankurou groaned as he leaned against the carriage.

"Why the hell did we take all her stuff if she isn't going to stay the night!?" Temari smacked one of the suitcases angrily.

"It's just for impressions," Baki shrugged as he kept glancing from the path they had dropped Oroshi off to where they would be heading for their escape, "When she comes back, we're not taking the carriage anyways."

"So we're leaving all her stuff here!? What will she wear?" Kankurou turned to eagerly look at Baki, "And where will she stay if she has no clothes?"

"She didn't bring clothes or anything," Baki opened one of the trunks to reveal that it was filled with sand, causing Temari's temper to rise as well as Kankurou's curiosity, "Like i've explained before, Oroshi is not just a geisha nor a kunoichi. She's a mix of both. The Kazekage likes to call them Floral Assassins, but they're just basically professional shinobi mastered in poisons."

"How is she going to be any help to our team then?" Temari angrily asked as she took a step towards Baki, "Besides, this is a three-man team! We don't need anyone else causing problems!"

"By order of the Kazekage, your father, Oroshi has been placed on your team and under the Kazekage's rule," Baki glared over at Temari, "Consider her as your new teammate as well as housemate. Your father is now paying for all her expenses."

Both Temari and Kankurou stood shocked. Temari couldn't believe it...her own father was actually paying for a girl like Oroshi to live in the very house she lived in, sleep all day, do whatever she wanted at night, buy her the best clothes and accessories she wanted, and all she had to do was go one a mission or two... The blonde kunoichi excused herself as Kankurou leaned against the carriage as he gazed up at the blooming stars in the night sky. Baki went back to minding the time, trying to pick up any sign that Oroshi might be coming. Then, the silence broke as Kankurou mentioned, "You know, I guess I should be mad that my father is buying Oroshi's time, but I can see why he's doing it."

"Silence!" Baki hissed as he stood up abruptly, causing Kankurou to turn as well as Gaara and Temari to return.

Slowly, a figure was walking towards them. Oroshi approached the small camp as demurely as she had entered the manor. There was no sign of a fight on her and a small smile caressed her lips.

Once the Suna Team settled into the village after the quick escape back to their home, they noticed that one of the larger rooms was already emptied and servants from Oroshi's original home were carrying in her stuff. Kankurou watched as the servants filed in, placing Oroshi's stuff in certain locations around the room. He glanced towards Temari to see she was glaring straight at the room, "Don't look so mad. She's on our team anyways, might as well get used to it."

"Get used to it?!" Temari fumed as she pointed at the servants, "We don't need servants to do our own work! My problem is that she's even here to begin with! She doesn't belong with the other shinobi around here that actually do the dirty work!"

"Is that what you honestly believe?"

Temari's eyes widened before turning to see Oroshi fanning herself slightly. Oroshi gave Temari a dull look before passing her and standing by her new bedroom door. She turned to face her two new teammates, "I won't disagree that what I do is different from yours, and I won't be fighting in any combat situation. But I will say one thing, I'm the one the Kazekage will send in if he doesn't want a war to start, i'll be the one who sees the first blood spilled, and i'll be the one right in the middle of enemy territory. So don't tell me my pretty hands won't get dirty because they sure as hell will. Now if you excuse me, I have a little get-together tonight and I need to get ready."

"H-hey, do you need an escort? I can take you if you'd-" Kankurou gave a hopeful look to Oroshi.

Oroshi glanced over her shoulder, her silver eyes giving Kankurou a quick look before pursing her lips together, "Hm..no, I don't think so. I can't be having my clients see me escorted by a shinobi. You would bring down my price. Don't take it personally, it's purely business."

Kankurou stood dumbfounded in front of the closed door as Temari growled to herself. She couldn't believe how their new teammate was acting towards them when they had just shipped her from one country to another. The kunoichi walked over to Kankurou and patted his back, "Don't take it personally, Kankurou. Oroshi isn't like us."

Oroshi sat in a private room, her hair cascading down over her left shoulder as she looked at the opium in front of her. This was a private party paid in a double amount her mentor had ever had when it came to the Kazekage. She glanced up at the person across the table from her, the Kazekage, as he drank his sake as if it were water. Oroshi watched as he took a scroll from within his uniform and handed it over to her, but when she went to reach the parchment, he pulled it back quickly, "Did you sleep with him? The Daimyo?"

'It's common for men to ask in order to know if you're worth his money,' Hana's soft voice rang in Oroshi's ear from the memory of one of her final lessons, 'Lie. Say whatever is needed to be said. You are not a woman, you are a pretty picture of what paradise looks like to the one who buys your clothes. Remember this.'

"I did not," Oroshi answered before she took a small sip of the sake, disliking it's strong after-taste.

"Tell me how you did it," the Kazekage leaned forward before placing the opium in a long pipe, "I want to hear how you killed the Daimyo. Did you dance for him? Did you drug him?"

One of the rules Hana had placed was to never tell a soul about what happened with other clients; whether or not they were to be killed. She removed her gaze from the Kazekage before hiding nose down with her fan from the Kazekage. The Kazekage was stirred by the image, as if she were a blushing virgin, but he had to know. Oroshi could begin to see the vains within his eyes start to become more bloodshot before he slammed his palm into the table. She sat unphased by his outburst, but her heart was racing. Should she try to kill him too?

"Dammit I want answers!" the Kazekage raised his voice, "I expect a full written report from my shinobi and I expect a verbal report from you!"

He reached over and slapped the fan from her grip. Oroshi sat keenly still as she kept watch of his movements. If he laid one finger on her porcelain mask, he'd live to regret the day he threatened what kept money flowing in. The Kazekage sat back, but kept a stern gaze on Oroshi, "You will tell me, or I will cut all ties and make you work in a brothel. Is that understood?"

"Poison," Oroshi admitted as she placed the cup of sake back on the table, "I had him drink poison without realizing it. For all his country knows, he's sleeping and won't wake up."

This seemed to please the Kazekage as he let out a chuckle. Then, he extended the scroll that held Oroshi's business future. A gamble. Oroshi recieved the scroll and opened it carefully, reading over the rights and regulations she would be placed under. As much as she tried to hide the dismay she felt, it couldn't be masked. Her mouth began to dry as nausea erupted in her stomach. However, she knew this was going to happen because Hana told her so. This was to be expected and it would only further her business. It may not be forever, and it would pay for anything she could ever want. In short, the Kazekage was offering for him to be her patron.

"My Lord Kazekage..." Oroshi breathed, trying to inhale some air to calm her anxiety, "I don't know what to say..."

"There's nothing to say," the Kazekage took a shot of sake before taking a hit from his opium pipe, "Accept me as your danna, and you will be given a life of constant money. I've come across a man that will help me gain much power. Once I attain that power, you will also have some of that power. All you need to do is commit the ultimate murder on my last experiment."

Kill Gaara. Oroshi took a breath before signing herself over to the Kazekage. Only a madman would want his son killed, but she was not in the position to judge. The Kazekage took the scroll back after she finished her signature, "Take as much time as you need to in order to finish him. Your top priority now is to get as close to him as you can before making the final move. Before that, you may do as you please and answer to me."

A death sentence. Oroshi was not blind to see that the current Kazekage was crazy. How he ever came to this role for his village was beyond her, but she had to play with the cards she was dealt. Oroshi nodded before pulling out a the ceremonial gift that was to be given to her patron. She gently pulled out a Desert Rose, signifying her persona, and held it out to the Kazekage. He carefully took the flower and examined in. Oroshi's heart sank as she watched him eye her as he began to rip off each petal, one by one, in front of her.