"That doesn't even make sense!" Tsunade hollered, banging one of her fists on the desk.
The council was determined, though.
"Fine," she sighed, "I'll break the news to her right away."
She called her ex-student on her telephone and sat back on her chair, a cup of sake in her hand. That had been a tiresome week, with all the marriage arrangements.
Said marital arrangements were on a test run in other nations, but they already proved that the best ninja offspring could be carefully tailored to fit a nation's military needs.
The council of Fire nation decided to embark upon the experiment, and, of course, Tsunade was involved in the matchmaking.
It wasn't so bad until she saw Sakura's name on the list. She knew how much she loved Fugaku's youngest son, Sasuke; it wasn't really a secret that he loved her, too, and Tsunade really thought she could have them married, but the council was against it. The Uchihas had no need for a nin like Sakura, it would be a waste of her excellent abilities. Plus, Sasuke would be at the end of their long list, since they had their eyes on Itachi, the elder brother.
A gentle tap sounded on her door. She ordered whoever it was to come inside her office and turned herself on her chair to see Sakura obediently waiting for her announcement.
Tsunade smiled weakly at her.
"Is everything okay?" Sakura asked, a note of excitement in her voice. She knew what this was about. She had been waiting for this moment for months.
"Yes," her former master answered, standing from her chair, "it's about the match." She circled her desk and propped her rear on it.
"So?"
"Kenji Hyuuga," she simply said.
Sakura's eyes widened at this. "You can't be serious," she tried to laugh, but she knew that wasn't the kind of humour her master cared for.
Tsunade walked over to her, "I'm serious," she hugged her, "and I'm sorry. So very much sorry, my dear."
"Are you fucking serious?" Ino squawked, attaining the attention of the passers-by, as if they were having a lover's spat.
Sakura eyed her friend in her tone-it-down kind of look, and she immediately recomposed herself.
"Can't Tsunade do anything? Like she did for Hinata and Naruto?" Ino offered.
"That's different, Ino," Sakura reasoned, with a heavy angst in her voice, "Tsunade owed the Hyuugas a favor, and Hinata begged her father to let her marry Naruto."
"But Kenji? Damn…"
Kenji Hyuuga was Neji's twin. He was his perfect copy, except for his one abnormal ashy blue eye and his bully personality. He was inconsiderate and narcissistic; there was no one in the village who openly expressed they cared for him. The only "good" thing about him was his striking beauty; like his twin brother, he was a sight to behold: tall, with chiseled muscles, a handsome complexion, and silky long hair.
"Are you meeting Sasuke today?" Ino interjected, in her sweetest voice. "He probably heard about it by now."
Sakura crossed the borders of the old forest in a familiar, generally unused track. Their meeting spot was an old shed located deep into the woods, quite out of sight.
Sasuke was already there, standing on one corner of the shed, looking impatient, with his arms crossed in his chest.
The minute she crossed the door, he strided in her direction and held her close to him, breathing in the sweet scent of her pink hair. She raised her face to him and opened her mouth to speak, but it wasn't necessary; he already knew.
"What are we going to do now?" Sasuke asked, breaking the silence between them and letting her go from his embrace.
"There's nothing to do, I have to do as I'm told."
"You mean, are you really marrying that guy?" a discreet note of desperation in his voice, his brow furrowed.
"The wedding's in a month," she sighed, sitting on an old bench against the wall. "We won't be able to see each other that much; you know how he is. I'm surprised he hasn't deliberately bumped into me today to vomit his sarcastic anecdotes."
A second thought crossed her mind.
"Do you think you'll have your match soon?'
Sasuke gave her a little laugh, "Oh, no, not yet," he answered, sitting beside her, resting his hand on her thigh, "I will be on that list for a long time. Itachi is our celebrity, they won't bat an eye at me until he gets his match."
The young couple held each other tightly, basking in each other's familiar scent. Long kisses followed.
In an instant, Sakura was on her knees, pleasuring her lover with the sweet and enticing movements of her tongue on his cock. Sasuke held himself back as hard as he could not to cum in her mouth. When reached his limit, he pulled her back to the bench and silently urged her to pump him with her small hand. In seconds her hand was coated with his glazed essence. Sasuke threw his head back and let out a tortured moan, holding her moving wrist to a halt.
As usual, it was her turn now.
Her shorts pooled around her ankles on the floor, and she stepped outside of them and sat back on the bench, spreading her legs open in an invitation for her lover. Arching her legs over his shoulders, Sasuke began his ministrations with tender kisses, followed by languid licks, then, finally, he moved his jaw and his tongue against her soft, raw flesh, sucking her clit on the right places. She fisted his hair with both hands and rolled her hips against his face, until her legs bent in the air and she moaned out loud.
Sasuke placed a chaste kiss on her pussy, smirking at her as she sharply inhaled air due to the sensitive feeling on it.
He sat down and embraced her, placing her naked bottom on his lap, his arm around her waist, cupping one of her breasts underneath her shirt.
"I want to put it in you," he whispered in her ear.
"You know we can't do it," was her flat answer.
"So, you'll have to give your virginity away to that prick?"
"Yes," she said, in a small voice.
"Fuck this."