Fascination is a fickle illness that captures us when we least expect it.

For example, Sakura, a woman of strong opinion and sound mental state, never thought that she would slip so far from the right path. There was no reason for her to turn away from the genius boy that captained her generation. Naruto was the right choice for her, and she knew it.

Yet, something about the wood user, something about that human experiment with the polite disposition, pulled at Sakura. She found herself curious.

Naturally being curious about a person is a dangerous state to be caught in.

She had to pursue her interest. She needed answers. Some part of her wanted concrete evidence that a genetic patchwork creature like him could actually be the same as her. Sakura wanted to see how a man with roots in darkness could bleed red and not black; how a man born of hate could feel intimate emotions like love and jubilation; how a man like him could hold the fascination of a girl like her.

And maybe most of all Sakura wanted to know if he couldn't.

Maybe that would be even more interesting.

Even more fascinating.

It was supposed to be a quick little divergence from her original plan. Just a pit stop to sate her wonder before she chased after Naruto down the path to greater good.

It quickly became something more. It morphed into something powerful and strange and wonderful and fascinating. It changed so quickly, got of hand faster than a wild fire, and she could do nothing but give in to the heat.

"Is this what you expected?" His words caress her skin, his lips like the flutter of wings. "Is this what you wanted?" The heat of his mouth against her neck eliminates any hopes of her replying.

Sakura moans and wiggles and nods and arches. Tenzou loves all her little reactions. He enjoys swallowing the moans and moving with the wiggles and pressing into the arches. Everything she does he reciprocates.

His tongue darts out to lap to her salty skin. He traces the pathway of her collarbone then trails down into the valley of her breasts. The sweet scent of lavender is assaulting, the most pleasant drug, it fits her perfectly.

As she revels in this euphoria she wonders if this fascination will ever end, and her mind questions whether she now has the will power to return to Naruto. The question leaves a bitter taste that hangs in the air, and becomes an unwelcome tang beneath all the rest of Tenzou's kisses.

That is until he looks up from her body and stares into her eyes, and what she sees reflected in his irises causes her insides to squirm. She sees something profoundly unsettling though pleasantly so, and it chases all questions from her mind. What she sees tells her that she will never be able to walk away from this.

In his eyes is mutual fascination.

Author's Note: This was supposed to be something totally different. It wasn't even originally intended for the Naruto fandom. I honestly don't know how I feel about it. I can't say I like it, and I definitely can't say I captured these two right. -sigh-

Anyways, I hope you didn't hate this. It is the reader's opinion that matters in the end. Which is why reviews are greatly appreciated and good ones make me smile. :)