'You play dirty don't you,' Shisui thought to himself, easily dispelling the arousal genjutsu. 'Arousal genjutsu before a seduction genjutsu to really throw me off.' He smoothed his hands down her hips and unlocked his hotel room door, locking it behind himself.

The tell-tale pull of chakra around him made him want to belt out with laughter at her second attempt to use a seduction genjutsu on a sharingan wielder. This kunoichi clearly did not know who she was trying to seduce. It was a better attempt, this time. The suggestion was to make him think she was on her knees about to suck his cock.

Uncertainty flitted through her eyes briefly when he turned around and clenched the silk chemise around her hips. Removing the clip in her hair, he threw it across the room before winding his fingers in her thick curls. A trick he learned from his friend, Genma, as kunoichi were well-known to hide poisoned pins in hair ornaments. Her lips were soft underneath his, allowing him to dominate their joining. He was almost pleased by how sweetly she submitted if not for the fact it was a game to both of them.

Peppering her chin with a row of hot kisses, he carefully avoided her neck. He always avoided their neck. It was a small amount of respect paid for the career they both chose. With his hand laced in her hair, he pulled back her head gently and forced her to meet his eyes.

"Tell me to stop and I will," he promised. Not a lie, but not one hundred percent the truth. He would stop the sexual battle at hand, of course. But he would also resort to a less-than-pleasant genjutsu to extract information from her.

He allowed her hand to come up and remove his hitai-ate, throwing it across the room.

'I don't blame you there, princess. Easier to sleep with someone if you pretend we're not enemies,' he thought before removing his flak jacket and adding it to the pile.

"Why would I want to stop?" she asked softly, looking up at him coyly and biting her lip. He could feel her heart racing between their clothes. The small threads of another genjutsu formed before he dispersed it. A last ditch effort, he was sure, as he felt her tug off his shirt.

Not to be outdone, he ran his hands down her arms, the silk falling to her feet. Replacing the smirk that was on his face with a heated look, he carefully walked her backward to the bed. Her footsteps were even and sure, keeping pace with him as only a kunoichi could. A slight stumble on her end forced her to grab his chest and gasp.

"Is this okay?" she asked innocently, her splayed fingers on his pec. He had to hand it to her, this innocent civilian act was downright sexy.

"Don't stop," he dared.

He instantly regretted it when her mouth blazed a trail along his ribs to his hips. He stifled a groan when she toyed with the button of his pants. If he didn't gain control of the situation now, he might lose it for the rest of the evening.

Gently pushing her onto the bed, he lifted her hands above her head. She giggled at his feather-light touch against her inner arms as he dragged his fingers down. It was a sweet, soothing sound that settled against his skin like a warm blanket, a thought he quickly dismissed. He dipped his head and kissed her breasts, pinning her hands together with one of his. While her genuine giggle soothed his nerves, the fake moan she gave him when he suckled her nipple grated.

"Close your eyes," he commanded.

"Why?"

"Now." He waited a moment, letting the slight anxiety on her face pass before she laid back down and closed her eyes. As he gently rolled her left nipple, he continued to suck on the right, harder this time. The genuine moan that escaped from her lips seemed to surprise her, causing her thighs to clench together.

"Good girl," he said switching breasts. A deep red blush rose on her upper chest at his compliment and he briefly wondered what her natural hair color was. He doubted she was a brunette.

"I think maybe—" she started to say before stopping when he kissed his way down her torso.

"What's that princess?" he asked after gently kissing her inner thigh.

"Oh, you don't have to do that." She tried to sit up, and he pushed her back down with his hand on her chest.

"But I can suck you off if you— Oh gods!" she cried out when he teased his tongue down her inner lips.

'Now we're getting an honest reaction,' he thought.

"Are your eyes closed?" he asked.

"No. You really don't—"

"Shh, keep your eyes closed. Don't think, just feel." Her thighs were taut against his shoulders as she tried to squeeze them closed before relaxing. As a reward, he kissed the apex of her thigh. She felt like pure silk underneath his tongue while he moved her legs to his shoulders. "Keep your arms above your head."

"Like this?" she asked, arching her back off the bed slightly. He could feel his cock harden as her breasts arched up with her bare pussy against his mouth.

"Exactly like that."

She quivered at the first touch of his tongue against her clit. Gone were her fake reactions with nothing left but honesty between them. Her legs opened wider for him when he sucked. The low, shocked moan she gave when he slipped two fingers inside her and curled them went straight to his groin. Good gods, she was beautiful when she truly submitted. Her walls clamped down on him; he could only imagine how it would feel against his cock.

A rush of arousal coated his chin as she squirmed underneath him, her back arched against her will as she fought the impending orgasm.

"Let it go. Come for me, princess," he said before returning his mouth to her clit. Apparently, that was all the permission she needed to give in to the pleasure. Her scream of ecstasy echoed off the hotel wall. He was thankful that he set up a silencing genjutsu so she wasn't heard, lest her mission partner break down the door.

"Fuck. There's a good girl," he praised, slowly stroking her through the aftershocks. "So fucking sexy."

The blush spread from her chest down her shoulder and up to her cheeks under his praise. He wondered how many times he could make her blush. It wasn't part of his original plan to actually have sex with her, but seeing her lying on the bed in front of him with her legs open, inviting and coated in arousal made such a pretty picture he couldn't resist. Her eyes were glazed over, still lost in an orgasmic haze. He lowered his mouth to hers, bringing her attention back to him. When she caressed his tongue so slowly and gently, just the way he liked, he couldn't help but wish she was from Konoha.

She ran her hands along the planes of his back, kneading the muscles as she went. He began to relax against his will, lost in his own haze of lust. Grabbing the condom next to the bed, he quickly sheathed himself. He pulled away from her warm mouth and looked into her dark grey eyes. Her cheek was soft against his thumb as he stroked it.

"Tell me you don't want this, and I'll stop," he promised, poising himself at her entrance. The scent of her arousal and ozone filled the air, throwing him out of his mind with lust. He was sure he would die if he didn't have her in the next five seconds.

"Don't stop," she breathed out, laying a hand on his ass and pushing him forward.

They were perfectly matched as he worked his way in, pushing in and out in small bursts, gaining an inch at a time. He groaned when her inner muscles fluttered against him, strangling his cock, her arousal coating his balls. Her leg wrapped around his lower back and drew him in closer as she met each of his thrusts.

She locked her fingers in his hair, yanking him down to her lips.

"Harder, please, sir," she breathed out before kissing him again. The 'sir' came out so sweetly and naturally, he couldn't help the small sting of jealousy.

Fuck, but she was perfect for him. He could feel his orgasm threaten at the base of his spine. It was far too soon. He wanted to see her come on his cock. Needed to see it as much as he needed his next breath.

"Touch yourself," he ordered, forcing her fingers onto her clit. "Show me how you like it."

A soft moan escaped, as she frantically moved in small circles around her clit. Her head dropped back onto the bed in ecstasy. She was close; he could feel her clamp down on his aching cock. Having memorized the way her fingers moved with his sharingan, he pulled her hand off her clit, and pinned it over her head again with his hand. With his free hand, he took over and pulled away right when he could feel her about to tip over the edge. He laid the heel of his hand against her mound and waited for the moment to pass before he thrust into her again.

"That was mean," she pouted, having been denied her orgasm.

He gave her an evil smirk in response. "Interesting challenge, I can be meaner," he threatened. "Though, if you apologize, I'll be merciful."

"How do you want me to do that?" she asked seductively, arching her back, letting her breasts bounce in time with his motions. His eyes were locked onto the movement and he leaned down to take one of the dusky nipples into his mouth. He tugged slightly, enough for the small bite of pain most kunoichis required. The seductive, manipulative look on her face morphed into genuine pleasure.

He placed his fingers back against her clit and began to circle it. Releasing her hands, he seized her hip hard enough to leave light bruises the next day. Each circle he made with his fingers was carefully timed with his thrusts until her fists clutched the sheets below her free hand. Her eyes looked around wildly before closing again against growing pleasure.

"Say sorry and tell me your name, princess," he reminded softly, holding the base of his cock to stave off his own orgasm.

"Sorry, sir," she cried out, her body begging him to continue when he stilled.

He slowed on her clit before she cried out again, "Mina."

He blinked slowly, his rhythm stuttering. Mina was a very common name, but not the name that he expected to hear at that moment. He shook his head to bring himself back into the moment, he didn't think she was aware she had said anything at all.

"You please me, princess. Come for me," he gently commanded, speeding up every thrust and motion of his fingers. She cried out, clenching the sheets. Her abs flexed as her body went rigid against him. "Fuck, just like that."

Finally, he allowed himself to orgasm. Black spots appeared at the edge of his vision and he grunted as he emptied himself into her. Gods, he couldn't remember ever coming that hard. He released her leg, scooting her back onto the bed before walking to the bathroom and burning the used condom. He climbed into the bed next to her and tucked her against him. If only for a few seconds, he could pretend that he wasn't so lonely. Even if he was pretending with an enemy.

Minutes passed as they both lay panting and she swung a leg over his groin. Her touch was soft against his chest as she circled his nipple lightly with her finger.

"So what are you here for?" she asked quietly, continuing her ministrations.

"Business," he said simply, shifting onto his side and putting a hand on her hip.

"What kind of business?"

"You know, I really like watching a foreign kunoichi come on my cock." She stiffened beside him. "I like watching the ecstasy on her face right before she realizes I'm already in her head."

Her head was spinning in a sea of colors. The hand on her hip was scorching hot, a vice against her skin. She stopped breathing and disrupted her chakra, desperately trying to break free of the genjutsu he had put on her.

"Don't try it," he said softly. "You're not going to be able to get out of it. Just answer my questions honestly, and I'll let you go."

Fear and hatred fought for dominance as she met his red gaze, the henge that he had over his eyes had long evaporated.

"Uchiha," she spat.

"Shisui, actually. But yes."

She glared at him, lightning chakra swirled dangerously in her body, ready to zap both of them into oblivion.

Ignoring her ire, he continued, "Whoever you were pretending I was is a lucky man. You're a good lay. So who is he?"

"Who's who?" she said venomously. Electricity crackled against his hand, forcing him to strengthen the paralyzing genjutsu.

He shook his head and propped it up on his hand. "There'll be none of that now. Where are you from, and who were you pretending I was?"

Crimson swirled dangerously in his eyes. Her heart quickened in fear.

"Answer," he said calmly, the genjutsu around her gaining strength, weighing on her mind.

Her throat began to close and words spilled from her mouth without control. "Kumo. Darui."

"Hmm. Darui the Raikage's bodyguard?"

She bit her tongue. The skin on her palm broke under her clenched fist.

"That's fine. I can already tell that's a yes. Unfortunately for you, that means a deeper interrogation."

Her eyes went wide before she quickly closed them, refusing to meet his gaze. She trembled when she felt his fingers lifting her chin up.

He lifted his hand from her hip before pulling the sheets over her shoulder. "I have at least some sense of honor. Look at me."

"No." She squeezed her eyes harder, refusing to meet his gaze. She heard him sigh, his breath tickled against her throat. She tried to scream when her eyes opened on their own and she found herself staring into a torrent of red.

The Kumo kunoichi's mindscape was different from other Kumo-nin. Most of them featured mountains, waterfalls, or clouds. Hers was a veritable forest. Each tree was carefully sorted and stored by memory. The leaves that hung on the boughs shook in the soft breeze that blew through. Lightning flashed on the horizon ominously as he walked further in.

A rusty wrought iron gate lay at the edge of the forest. Seals ran the length of a large gate that stood in the middle. He heard a little girl's giggle from inside the perimeter, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. To his right, he could see a small figure move in the shadows of the tree. His heart pounded in his chest when the silver curls caught the light as she jumped between the branches.

"That's not possible," he muttered to himself, walking closer to the gate. A tinkling laugh responded to his admission. Dogs barked from the source of the giggle. Soft footprints pattered on the grass and he closed his eyes.

"Deflect and protect, to the right, to the left," she sang from behind the trunk of a tree.

"Up and down, quick to turn around," he finished under his breath, grabbing his chest. "This isn't possible."

Dirt kicked up under the force of his feet as he sprinted toward the sound on the other side of the fence.

"Mina!" he screamed. "Mina!"

He had heard of what Kumo was capable of, but never once had he thought they would steal a genin's body and store her memories in someone else. Even if she was one of two Hatake left.

"No need to be so loud, Mister," the girl said, walking up to the fence. She pulled out a tanto and began to run through Hatake kata. With added silliness, she jumped up and started walking on her hands, then cartwheeled towards him.

Shisui dropped to his knees on the ground separated by the fence. "Mina," he whispered, tears flowing down his face. "How did you get in here?"

The girl cocked her head to the side before twirling a ringlet around her finger. "What'd you mean?"

"How did Kumo put you in here?"

She put a finger to her chin and looked off into the distance. "They didn't? This is my mind. The fence though, that's not mine."

"This isn't possible. I saw you die. I saw you bleed to death on the banks of the Teshio River."

She shrugged carelessly and ran back into the forest. At the edge of the tree line, she turned around to wave goodbye.

"No! Mina, come back!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the mindscape. Thunder rolled menacingly, and the wind shook the trees behind him. "Fuck!"

A leaf flew off the tree and landed in front of him. Images of a spar flashed on it. It was the Kumo kunoichi with thick curly silver hair. He guessed that she was about thirteen, raising a tanto against a younger Darui.

"Look, Mina, you need to send the chakra through the blade like this. Our lightning chakra needs a conduit."

"Ah, I'll remember that. Sorry." The chagrined look that she gave the teenager was too reminiscent of the little girl. Shisui threw the leaf into the air and sunk back to the forest floor.

"This isn't possible," he repeated over to himself. "Just not possible."

Rain poured from the sky in a tumultuous downpour. He could feel the electrical static of the lightning before it hit him and somersaulted out of the way. Quickly breaking his genjutsu, he panted when he found himself back on the hotel bed.

Glassy slate eyes stared sightlessly back at him. He knew they were familiar. They were the same as her brother's.

"Oh gods, what have I done?" he asked himself, jumping from the bed as though it were made of hot coals. He quickly threw his jounin uniform back on. He roughly ran his hands through his hair over and over again, thinking of what to do next. There was a soft knock on the window, and he opened it.

"What's this?" Itachi asked, easily jumping through and putting his arms across his chest. "You really should speak to the Yamanaka about your obsession with women. It isn't healthy."

"It's Mina," Shisui whispered in panic, backing away from the unconscious woman on the bed. "Fuck. It's Kaminari Hatake. She's alive."

"Kakashi-senpai's late sister?" Itachi walked over and dispelled the henge that Mina had used earlier. Silver ran through her hair, replacing the mahogany. A small scar appeared on her temple next to her hairline.

Shisui shook, eyes wide before he gingerly walked over and lifted the sheet covering her abdomen. Tears flowed down his face at the sight of the gnarled red scar that ran from her ribs to her hips.

"She's working for Kumo. Her partner's down the hall. Raikage's bodyguard."

"In which case, she is a missing-nin. You know the protocol," Itachi said, placing a hand on Shisui's shoulder.

"They're going to torture her if I bring her back."

"Perhaps. Or her brother's status alone will be enough to forgo that. Get her dressed. We'll run her to the ANBU outpost on the border."

It was like he was watching someone else dress her, as Shisui held her up and put his spare shirt on her followed by his pants. No matter what had transpired in the last fifteen years, she was still his genin teammate. And a genin team was family. With gentle fingers, he closed the glassy eyes and tied a loose blindfold over them to keep them closed.

After nodding to Itachi, he put her over his shoulder and jumped out of the window.