The Prologue

The Seduction Squad: an elite sector of the ANBU dedicated to the art of using ones body and charm in order to spy on, manipulate, infiltrate and assassinate targets in secret, all without being suspected. As a branch under the Torture and Interrogation Department, they thrived in deception, using cunning masks of fake smiles and charm in order to hide their true intentions. They were deployed for only the most sensitive of missions, where being caught would lead to their deaths. They worked under the guise of innocence, and dealt with the missions that Konoha could not afford to be tied to. They were the very best of the best, and unless you were a part of the squad, you had no idea who the members were.

The ninjas that made up Konoha 11 were all aware that Shikamaru Nara was ANBU. He made it no secret, the tattoo printed on his left shoulder was constantly visible due to the sleeveless shirt and jonin jacket he tended to wear. The exact squad he was in, however, was left up to debate. Classified information can be quite the annoyance.

If one were to ask anyone who knew him, they would scoff at the idea of Shikamaru being placed in the Seduction Squad. He's too lazy, they would say, no way could he actually seduce a girl into telling him all of her secrets. But he was good at his job. Very good.

It was all Ibiki's idea. The Head of Torture and Interrogation was fascinated with the young jonin, jumping at the chance to find the best use for him. After racking his brain for several hours, Ibiki found himself at the bar, where he stumbled onto the scene that would forever change the Nara's life. There Shikamaru was, sitting near the bar, chatting up Anko of all people. Gone was Shikamaru's typical slouch and characteristic mumbling, instead a smirk replaced his usual apathetic features. He was smooth, Ibiki had to admit, charm seeping into his voice like warm honey.

A week passed before Ibiki saw the lazy man again. After confronting him on flirting with his favorite employee, Shikamaru just shrugged and replied, "It wasn't a big deal. She had some info about the diplomatic deal with Suna that I needed. Anko gets a little loose lipped when tipsy."

So yeah, it was all Ibiki's idea. At first, Shikamaru thought that the older man was going insane. Here he was, a 15-year old newly minced jonin, asked to join the Seduction Squad. So he did what any sane man would do, and said no. But Ibiki was persistent, so he offered the boy a trial run.

"Do the training," Ibiki said, "And do one mission. If you don't like it, or it doesn't suit you, then fine. No harm, no foul. But try it first."

Shikamaru hated it when Ibiki was right. The scarred man was quite the fan of gloating. Shikamaru did the training, as asked, and then went on his first mission. It was a hit, lasting a total of three days. A new record.

So here he was, a year later at the age of 16. Shikamaru Nara, member of the Seduction Squad, was good at his job. So Ibiki gave him his hardest mission yet.

Naruto Uzumaki, raised in Uzushiogakure, was only eight years old when the clan elders informed her of her fate as a human sacrifice. She would never forget the moment; her pale, lithe body kneeling on the mat, her young mind trying to process that there was an immortal demon fox tucked inside her stomach.

She was never a fan of Uzushiogakure. The weather was too temperamental. The elders were too strict. There were never any other kids to play with.

"Back before the war," They would tell her, their eyes sparkling with joy, "The entire country was filled with our cousins. Hundreds of children running around, laughing without a care. But that was before. We are the only survivors."

If there weren't any survivors who could have children, Naruto always wanted to ask, then how on Earth did I get here?

Naruto was nine when her Godfather took her away from the only home she had ever known. Ero-sennin was a self-proclaimed super pervert, but he was the coolest sensei of all time. He taught her how to improve her seals, as well as how to control the demon within her. He was powerful, despite the façade of being a perverted old man. She loved him like a father.

Under Ero-sennin's tutelage, she learned how to fight. She was given combat experience, placing her as one of the strongest ninjas of her generation. They collected bounties for both money and experience, traveling across the world maintaining Jiraiya's infamous spy network.

Naruto was 12 when she was told about her parents. She cried that day. The next morning, she wiped away her tears, and swore that she would do her parents justice by becoming the strongest Hokage the world had ever seen.

Naruto was 16 when she was declared to be ready by Jiraiya to go back home to Konoha. The place where she was born, the place that she hadn't seen since she was a mere newborn. The country that would finally allow her to register as an actual ninja.

She could hardly wait.