Kumogakure
The small terrace shook against the peaked mountain when Mina slammed her hand on the grass. Dirt erupted from the ground in a large wall. A deluge of water surged against it. Rolling away, she darted out from behind her crumbling shelter before Darui released a volley of lightning to encircle the water spout.
A kunai was thrown in her direction that she neatly countered with one of her own. Unleashing a volley of shuriken, her face dropped when she realized Darui wasn't where she thought he was. He had moved downwind and she could no longer pinpoint his scent. A strong arm snaked itself around her waist before he placed two fingers against her throat in warning.
Mina sighed, holding her hands up in surrender. "Ah, you won. Again. I really thought I threw you off with the mud wall."
"Sorry, maybe next time?" He gently released the arm around her waist, his calloused fingers lingering on her bare skin. A wisp of cloud floated through the breeze and curled around the railing in the thin mountain air as he walked over to the border.
Mina dangled her feet off of the ledge, closing her eyes as the cool air caressed her sweaty face. A stray silver curl bounced from its confines, and she blew it away only for it to immediately return. She frowned as it tickled her sensitive nose. Reaching behind her, Darui picked up the wayward tendril and tucked it back into her hairpin.
"Thanks," she said with a soft smile. Small dandelions lay along the edge of the terrace, dotted sporadically where the wind had dared blow the seeds. They lay in the patchy grass and she rested her head against Darui's chest. Breathing in his comforting scent, she closed her eyes.
The stem of a dandelion popped quietly when he picked it from the ground. Petals tickled her skin as he rotated the stem between his fingers, gliding it up her arm. Her forearm flexed at the minute sensation.
She sighed into him. "That tickles, you know."
"Sorry," he whispered but continued to run the flower up and down her bare arm. "Do you ever remember?"
Mina opened a careful grey eye and looked at him. "Remember what?"
"Before. Before they found you."
Crossing her arms over her chest, she sighed again. "I try not to. But sometimes? I think I remember a boy calling out to me in my dreams. It fades quickly, and I'm right back here."
Humming again, he rolled onto his back slowly, allowing her to adjust against him.
"Why? Hoping to get rid of me and find another medic?" she joked, turning over and caging his head between her arms.
"Dull," he murmured, closing his eyes and feigning sleep.
A messenger suddenly appeared in a small puff of cloud. "Raikage-sama has a mission for you two," he said before disappearing again.
"Now that is dull," Mina joked, rolling off of Darui with a kiss to his forehead and vanishing into the clouds.
Loud metallic banging came from the other side of the Raikage's door. Far too loud, Mina covered her ears and winced.
"Raikage-sama will see you now," Mabui said, opening the door.
"Six hundred," Ay counted breathlessly underneath a bowed barbell. Dust rained from the ceiling as the floors shook from the sheer weight that had fallen when he'd thrown the barbell down.
"Raikage-sama," Darui and Mina greeted, kneeling slightly before standing up.
"Mabui, brief them," he grunted, sitting up and wiping his face with a hand towel.
A single paper was passed over to Darui, who scanned it lazily before handing it to Mina. She furrowed her brow while quickly reading it. Rolling her eyes, she tossed the mission brief back to Mabui.
The Land of Hot Water
The mission itself was simple. Overall, Darui and Mina fulfilled the parameters within five days of finding the genin team from Konoha. As soon as they completed their objective, they melted into the small crowd of the town the genin were passing through. Surveillance on foreign shinobi, especially shinobi like the elite and notorious jounin sensei the genin were with, was always needed by Kumogakure's intelligence department. A couple more days passed uneventfully as they observed the small team carry a chest of scrolls from one end of the Land of Hot Water to the other.
Bored, the pair eventually left their targets to head home and ended in the small clearing of a ryokan in the Land of Hot Water. Mina jumped out of the tree they were in and began to walk to the entrance.
"Bet they have a hot spring," she said, turning around to Darui. He shrugged and followed inside.
A young man with a Konoha hitai-ate sat at the bar of the ryokan, a bottle of sake in front of him. He ran his fingers through his dark curly hair before turning another page of his book.
Darui lazily followed Mina's gaze, before they shared a knowing look. After passing money over to the hotel receptionist in exchange for a key, they quickly walked back to their room. The Konoha-nin was none the wiser, remaining on his barstool fixated on his literary material. Without prompting, Mina slapped a silencing seal on the back of the hotel room door and locked it.
"Will you approve a seduction mission?" she asked, digging through her mission bag.
"Does it matter if I do?" Darui asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"'Spose not. But my file would look better with one less reprimand on it," she said with a half smile. "Besides, this is probably going to be the easiest way to get information about our new target. That leaf-nin down there was a chuunin, did you feel his chakra?"
"Dull," he muttered under his breath, earning a glare. "Sorry. I thought you were bored with the hunt?"
Pretending not to hear him, Mina continued, "His partner's probably somewhere around here if not a whole team. If it doesn't work with him, I have other options. I'll get him to take me back to his room, use Samui-senpai's seduction genjutsu, then poke around. If that doesn't work, then I'll just put him in a regular genjutsu."
"What's the plan if the genjutsu fails?"
She looked up at him and batted her eyelashes flirtatiously before pointedly looking down at her breasts. He groaned and pinched his nose with his fingers. Putting down her bag, she walked over and put her hands on his arms.
"Hey, look at me. I'm going to be fine. And if we can shorten our mission and maybe save some of our comrades' lives in the process with new information, all the better."
Leaning down, he kissed her forehead and put his hands on her elbows before nodding. "You have your approval. But the moment I sense anything is wrong, I'm barging in and ending it. Understood?"
"Understood, Taichou," she said with a wink, pulling out a nightie from her bag and laying it on the bed. "I don't suppose you'll help finish the job?"
Her shirt flew across the room, followed by her pants in a messy pile. He walked up and grabbed her hips, toying with the lace edge of her panties. She leaned against him, closing her eyes for the briefest second, enjoying the feel of his hands along her skin. The palm of his hand ran across the raised scar that covered her abdomen from her ribs to her hips. His fingers moved downward and toyed with the front of her underwear, barely dipping in on the edge.
"Have I ever turned you away from my bed wanting?" he whispered in a low voice, grinding her against an already rising interest.
"I suppose not," she replied breathlessly, rotating her hips against him.
"I wouldn't be so dull as to start now." His hands went lower, fully cupping her underneath the cotton. "You're already wet for me."
She groaned in response, dropping her head against his chest again. "Darui—" she started, trying to find friction against his touch.
"Would it help?" he asked, kissing the back of her head, carefully keeping his hand just above her core. "Would it help to have your mission captain finger you before you let an enemy fuck you?"
Nodding, she gasped when two thick fingers entered her, and the palm of his hand rotated slowly against her clit.
It wasn't long before she was a moaning sweaty mess beneath his touch, begging for release before he firmly denied it. She moaned an objection when he pulled his hand away entirely.
"That was cruel. How are you so good at that?" she asked breathlessly leaning on the bed, helplessly trying to reign in her coursing libido.
Kissing the side of her neck, he gave her a small smile and shrugged before rolling onto his back on the bed.
"Ugh, I'm going to shower real quick. Are you sure you don't want to—"
He raised an eyebrow at her before shaking his head. "I'm content with finishing the job when he doesn't."
Nodding, she walked off to the bathroom. The short silk nightgown barely covered her underneath its matching robe. Carefully coating her lips in a light rouge, Mina twisted her curls up off her neck but left a few strands loose.
"Do I look fuckable?" she said, modeling her outfit to the man on the bed. Lazy black eyes opened, grazing her body with a heated look. She smirked at him in response. "I'll take that as a yes."
"Go as a brunette," he said, propping himself up on one elbow before she walked out of the room. "The silver is too recognizable. You'll get put in their bingo book."
With a single seal, she nodded, her silver curls turning into deep mahogany. The borrowed slippers on her feet were quiet against the hotel's hardwood floors as she walked down the halls to the bar area. A few moments passed as she watched her target from the end of the hall.
He was tall, broad-shouldered with slight laugh lines marked around his mouth. Feminine eyelashes curled up on the ends. Objectively, she thought he was quite beautiful. Had he been from Kumo, she would have been more than happy to actually date him. But this was a Konoha-nin. And Konoha-nin were not to be trusted.
Conjuring up tears, she let them run over the cheap mascara that she had painted on her lashes. If there was one thing she knew about Konoha shinobi, they were absolute suckers for a damsel in distress. After dabbing a tissue under her eyes, she walked up and sat down a barstool away from him.
The bartender leaned over with an unimpressed glare. "Can I get you anything?"
"Yes, may I have a vodka soda please?" she asked tearfully.
Shisui smiled to himself, swirling the sake in his dish before sipping it. Of course, he had noticed the kunoichi the minute she walked down the hall. Her chakra was almost entirely unmasked, spilling everywhere carelessly. The silk robe slipping off her shoulder was clearly on purpose even as she shyly set it aright, sending him a coy look from down the bar.
The short ensemble did nothing to hide the milky white thigh that was exposed beneath the bar top, carefully angled for his viewing. She was about the same age as he was if her henge was to be believed. Still, her skills at seduction were almost laughable. He had half a mind to walk away before a thought crossed his mind. Kakashi had ordered him to gather intelligence about the Kumo squad in the area. This, therefore, was the perfect opportunity to gather information without bloodshed.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly, reaching out his hand over the barstool between them and gently placing it on hers. Purposely keeping his eyes soft, he relaxed the muscles at the corners of his mouth into a pleasant expression—a trustworthy expression.
"No," she cried, holding a tissue to her face, tears falling in earnest. He could feel her chakra tensing, reacting to his own, poised, and ready to strike.
He wanted to roll his eyes at the display. She was trying way too hard to push up her bust underneath the silk chemise. In doing so, she exposed an excessive amount of cleavage. Picking up his sake and pocketing his copy of 'Icha-Icha,' he moved down one chair and sat closer to her, placing a warm hand on her back.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, his eyes giving a convincing impression of a subtle glance at her cleavage. The silk robe slipped off her shoulder again when she turned and brushed her knee against his.
"My boyfriend is just so horrible." She sniffled into the tissue in her hand. Leaning her head against her hand on the bar, she twisted a stray curl around her finger. The vodka soda was placed in front of her, and he almost laughed when she immediately gulped down its contents. Condensation didn't even have time to form on the glass before she was done. She nodded softly to the bartender, who rolled his eyes before making another.
'Yeah babe, you get all the liquid courage you can get,' Shisui joked to himself. It was almost cute how hard she was trying. Almost.
"Did he hurt you?" Shisui knitted his brows together, running his hand lightly up her forearm and turning his legs toward her. Against his will, the heat of her inner thigh pressing against his went straight to his groin. He couldn't help but be slightly irritated by his body's natural reaction to this woman.
She shook her head, dark gray doe eyes looking up at him through her lashes. Her fingers danced along the sticky bar top before she shot down the second vodka soda. The glass made a hollow sound when it reconnected with the stained surface.
"He said that he slept with my best friend, Ami. Said that she was far better in bed than I was. This trip was supposed to be for our anniversary—" As if remembering that she was supposed to be crying instead of reciting a script, she stopped and wailed into the tissue in her hand.
To keep himself from laughing, he instead focused his attention on running his hand up the top of her knee. The goosebumps that sprung in his wake made a smirk appear on his face that he was quick to hide beneath his free hand. Not only was she incompetent as a honeypot, she was also unable to control her own base reactions.
Mina smiled inwardly. Her seduction was working. All those long months of training with Samui-senpai were starting to pay off. Goosebumps on command, tears on command. The poor fool probably thought she was incompetent—just like she planned. His guard would be lowered and the genjutsu would take hold before he knew what was happening. What a fool. Konoha shinobi really were simpletons at times.
"You know, maybe the best way to get back at him is to sleep with someone else? Tit for tat, hmm?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow in suggestion.
She lowered her leg on the barstool, forcing his hand to go higher on her thigh. His breath hitched slightly for a second.
"Oh, but who?" she asked, carefully keeping her eyes downcast and her lips in a pout. "Nobody wants me." The second shoulder of her robe carefully dropped, pooling around her elbows.
He smiled at her genuinely this time, the corners of his eyes lifting. Taking one last drink of his sake, he took her hand.
"Sweetheart, any man with eyeballs would want you. If you want, I can show you?" he asked suggestively, tilting his head to the barroom exit.
"Are you sure?" she whispered, putting a hand down on his upper thigh close to his groin. "Wouldn't that be scandalous?"
"Only if you want it to be."
She giggled, putting money onto the counter and tugging him by the hand out of the barroom. The slippers on her feet slid against the hardwood as she stumbled her way to the hall. When they entered the common area, she pushed him against the wall and locked her hands into his hair, drunkenly, sloppily, running her leg up against the outside of his hip and moving her lips against his.
"Woah, slow down. Let's take it to my room first," he said gently, nipping her bottom lip in a slight reproach.
"Sorry, I think the drink has gone to my head," she said, giving her best impression of a ditzy bimbo. The chemise slipped dangerously low on her breast. The barest pink of her nipple peeped over the edge of the lace. She tugged on the waistband of his pants in a blatant attempt to right herself. Smiling at him, she kissed his lower jaw before walking down the hallway. Her chakra spun slowly as she began to implant the arousal genjutsu around him.
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