Date: 6/29/13
Rating: T
Genre: Cute, Humor
Prompt: Sakura, along with the other 3 Konoha kunoichi, is sent on a mission to infiltrate a hidden village that is suspected to have plans against Konoha. Sasuke hears about the incredibly powerful fighters she must face and decides to tag along, uninformed of the village's kunoichi-only policy. When Sasuke finds out, it's too late to turn back, and Sakura must disguise him as a kunoichi in order for him to survive.

Just as she was about to start setting up her tent, Sakura felt someone lightly tap on her shoulder. She turned around. It was Ami, looking cheerful as usual; however, her eyes betrayed her smile. "Sakura-san," she said brightly, holding something out to her, "I have that scroll you asked for earlier!"

Nodding in thanks, Sakura took the scroll and opened it, reminding herself to act nonchalant. Slowly, her eyes scanned the page, pretending to read until she finally reached the bottom right-hand corner where she knew Ami's message would be.

I've done what you asked, and he's finally stopped moving. He's hiding about 25 feet west from where you're standing.

Sakura re-rolled the scroll and placed it in her bag, wondering why this shinobi was following them in the first place. They first felt his presence two days into the journey, but this was the first time that Ami was able to pinpoint his location. Sakura sighed. Whoever this person was, she had to admit: he was efficient, evading their detection for days at a time. At least she knew where he was now, she told herself. And he was going down.

"You guys continue setting up," Sakura commanded her teammates as she took a couple of canteens, "I'm going to get us some water."

Leaving camp in the direction of the river, opposite of where the shinobi was hiding, Sakura walked a few paces before placing the canteens behind a tree. She masked her chakra, slowly making her way toward the shinobi. This was her only chance. She had to get it right.

When Sakura finally spotted him, he was squatting on top of a tree branch, his features masked by the shadows of the night, looking down at their camp. Luckily for her, he had yet to feel her presence. This was it. She took a deep breath and silently ran up a tree trunk, charging chakra into her arms just before she jumped and tackled the shinobi to the ground.

However, though he had been taken by surprise, the shinobi was not one to give up that easily, both he and Sakura fighting for dominance. He was strong—really strong—Sakura realized. But, she thought, smirking as she concentrated more of her chakra into her arms and pinned him to the ground, so was she.

The shinobi struggled under Sakura's grasp, but it was too late. She had him right where she wanted him. "Sakura, get off," she heard him say warningly beneath her, making her eyes widen.

"Sasuke-kun?" Sakura exclaimed incredulously, recognizing her teammate's voice. She loosened her grip around his wrists but continued to straddle him. "You're the one that's been following us?"

He didn't answer her question. Rather, he replied, his tone lighter now, "Sakura, you're heavy."

She clicked her tongue, torn between wanting to laugh at the reference and wanting to make Sasuke suffer a little longer. She chose the latter. "Oh no, you're not getting off that easily," she said, "Not until you tell me what the hell you're doing here."

Sasuke glared, but Sakura had long become immune to his tantrums. And she knew he knew it, too. He sighed. "Fine. I heard about your mission," he said, albeit grudgingly, "And I couldn't let you go."

"Well, I think it's a little too late for that, don't you think?"

"No, I meant I couldn't let you go," Sasuke said uncomfortably, averting his gaze, clearing his throat, "without me."

Sakura squinted her eyes. "This isn't some macho thing, is it? Because if it is, I swear, I will not hesitate to beat you up."

"I doubt you would," he said under his breath.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing."

Sakura sighed—too tired to argue, too busy trying to come up with a plan—and climbed off Sasuke, giving him a hand and helping him sit up next to her. For a moment, there was silence, broken only when Sakura sighed again, running her hand through her hair in exasperation. "You're an idiot, you know that?" She shook her head. "You're probably worse than Naruto."

"What—?"

"No, I'm serious, Sasuke-kun," she said, interrupting him, "Did you even bother to ask yourself why only kunoichi were asked to go on this mission?" Sasuke remained silent; he didn't. She groaned. "It's because the village we're being sent to has a kunoichi-policy, which, if you haven't figured by now means that all the ninja are women. So why don't you explain to me how you expect to infiltrate this village with us, because I'd love to hear it."

Beat.

For once, Sasuke had nothing.

"That's what I thought," Sakura said, holding her head in her hands. "But it's too late for you to turn back. We've already crossed the border. You might attract attention. We have to complete the mission. But you can't just use a transformation jutsu. These kunoichi are sharp; they're going to see right through you. And we have no allies in this village, so you can't act like a regular civilian visiting family. And knowing you, you're not going to just sit here and wait until we're done." She sighed. "This only leaves one solution."

Though it was dark, Sasuke saw a mischievous glint in Sakura's eyes when she turned to him. And he didn't like it. "Sakura," he said uneasily, "what are you planning?"

She smiled. "Oh nothing, Sasuke-kun," Sakura said with feigned innocence, "I'm just giving you what you wanted. You're joining us on this mission. And I promise you," she smirked, "I'm going to love every minute of it."

-xx-

After making some final adjustments to his outfit, Sakura took a step back and examined their handiwork, hearing her other three teammates fail to hold their snickers. They were quite lucky that there was another village only a few hours away—even more so that they found a dress that complemented Sasuke's assets.

"You know," Sakura said musingly, patting his chest where his newly padded bra was located, almost tempted to squeeze, "I just don't get it, Sasu—I mean Sakune-chan."

He gritted his teeth, feeling the heat creep up his neck. "Sakura, don't."

But Sakura merely shook her head and grabbed the wig Ami held out to her, placing it ever so carefully over the wig cap that was already hiding Sasuke's hair. She smirked. "Even as a girl, you're still hot."