Guiltless Enticement, a naruto fanfic

I haven't written in a while, so hopefully i don't suck too bad. This chapter has been re-edited to accommodate a new plot i have in mind. Rated T for language and lime.

vaudeville |ˈvôd(ə)ˌvil; -vəl|

Noun

a type of entertainment popular chiefly in the U.S. in the early 20th century, featuring a mixture of specialty acts such as burlesque comedy and song and dance.

• a stage play on a trivial theme with interspersed songs.

• archaic a satirical or topical song with a refrain.

Disclaimer: Seriously, I wished I owned naruto.

"Talking"

'Thinking'

'Inner'

Foolish. Mindless. Imprudent. Foolhardy. Terms Haruno Sakura does not associate with herself.

However. In this case she was quite willing to make an exception.

Here she was prancing about in nothing but a skintight mesh bodysuit, hearing catcalls left, right and centre. The black spandex clung to her ravishing curves and left nothing to the imagination of the surrounding civilian and shinobi alike. Her exotic pastel hair cascaded inches below her waist in lovely ringlets and the six inch pumps she wore clacked with purpose.

Her outfit screamed 'fuck me.'

Oh, she was so gonna kill Ino for this. Nope, screw it. Heads were going to fucking roll once she was back in Konoha. How she ended up in this delightful predicament was because of the blonde pig anyways.

No mercy would be fucking shown.

xxx

5 days ago

xxx

"Forehead! Get up. I have a surprise for you!" Sakura groaned in exasperation at the vexing blonde whom decided on this fine morning she would wake her up at such a godforsaken hour.

Sakura woke, still suffering from the effects of chakra depletion. Work at the hospital seemed to be piling at an insufferable rate. She had worked with multiple ANBU today, most of which were suffering from acute injuries - third degree burns, fractured hairlines and punctured lungs to name a few.

She got off work at 2am and was readily anticipating a full eight hours sleep. For shinobi six hours was the norm, yet eight hours was considered a luxury. Specifically for medics, an eight hours sleep was a blessing. Sakura as head medic was constantly on call. If it weren't for Tsunade's or Shizune's lectures she was certain that sleep would be almost non-existent. She would take more days off if possible but its not like she could reject the calls of medics requiring her expertise.

"Oh sorry i'm going out for tea, could you possibly postpone your impending death for a day or so?" Sakura was certain that such a response was out of the question

Cracking her neck, Sakura rose to glance at the clock- 5:30am. Completely ignoring Ino, Sakura threw the covers over her head in hopes that she'd get the hint and run along home.

She should honestly know better than that.

The blonde proceeded to shake her like a rattle and whined endlessly. "C'mon Sakura i just need one little favour." Sakura groaned and caught Ino by her hair, yanking her down to eye level.

"What the hell do you want pig?"

'How long do you think it is in an ANBU prison if we murder a fellow blonde kunoichi?' her inner queried.

'I'm not sure but i think i'll take my chances' Sakura thought. Her inner sniggered in response.

"Calm your pruning self Sakura and listen to me for two seconds." Ino sighed and ripped Sakura's hand off her hair. " I wouldn't wake you forehead if I wasn't desperate."

"Oh god Ino this better not be one of those dumb blind dates! Last time you sent me on one of those things i put that asshole through a wall. What was his name again Keita?"

"As if forehead girl, besides you know i do that for your own benefit. You need to get laid once in a while or you're going to end up a prude like ol Chiyo. All rusted like the beakers in that lab of yours."

"Hey! Chiyo was a good woman i'll have you know that. And I am not a prude! I'm just highly selective."

'Hate to agree with the pig but she's right' Inner Sakura put in her own two cents.

'Shut it traitor'

Sakura huffed at the atrocity of it all.

'I'm busy! And its not like i'm a complete introvert! Excuse me if i'm too busy saving lives of my comrades instead of getting laid. Last time I heard saving lives doesn't include sleeping around with the patients.'

Sakura decided to let the subject drop.

"Just get to point Ino. I finished work two hours ago."

Ino observed her friend who was looking a little worse for wear and sighed. Her best friend seemed to have serious lack of self-preservation on top of a lack of sex drive.

"Okay. Well me and Chouji are organising our wedding and i'm going to be busy with some of the arrangements. So, i was wondering if you could take on this one mission for me? Pretty please?' Ino pleaded at Sakura and fluttered long lashes just for effect.

Sakura made a face and flicked ino on the nose. "Don't do that to me save it for Chouji, its disgusting."

Sakura glanced at Ino and immediately guessed something was up. That innocent look on Ino's face spoke testaments to her devious intentions.

"I'm not picking up second hands Ino. Can't Hinata-chan or Tenten do it for you. I've got work piling onto me at the hospital."

"Oh, come on Sakura! You don't have to worry, I can sort out the shifts at the hospital. You're my maid of honour! This is the stuff you're supposed to do! You know, support the bride and all that jazz." Ino was really putting on the pressure and Sakura was ecstatic for her friend knowing how good Chouji was for someone like Ino.

No matter how cliche it sounded, they were unconditionally in love. They Balanced each-other in ways Sakura could only wish she too shared with another.

Sakura sighed in resignation as she nodded in silent acquiescence.

"Okay pig. But just this once and I swear if you come barging in my door again, i'll send you to the afterlife."

"Oh stop the dramatics forehead. This place is my second home. Oh and by the way if you're taking my mission you have to report to the hokages office now."

Killing intent suddenly filled the air and with that Ino shunshined the hell outta there, her parting words being, "love you forehead!'

"i'll tear that mop of blonde hair off your head pig!" Sakura shouted out her window knowing the blonde would get the message.

'Remind me again why she's my best friend.' Sakura groaned and got out of bed, not bothered to care if she was late as she headed for the shower.

'You've been hanging around Kakashi-sensei way too much.'

Locking her bathroom door, Sakura dressed out of her pyjamas. which was one of Naruto's old shirts that (thankfully) did not reek of ramen.

Flinging her clothes in the laundry basket, Sakura turned the hot water on full blast. Standing underneath the spray of water sent delicious tingles of pleasure down her back. The warm water soothed her tired muscles as she cracked her neck with an audible 'pop'. She hummed lightly as she lathered herself in her favoured vanilla and mango scented body lotion. Picking up her bottle of strawberry shampoo, she squirted a generous amount into her hands before running it through her long rosette tresses. After rinsing herself, sakura reluctantly turned off the hot spray and wrapped herself in a towel before stepping out.

Sakura took a moment to observe herself in the mirror. A hot shower always did do wondrous things for her body. The dark circles that were previously under her eyes were barely noticeable and her porcelain skin glowed with refreshment. Although she was far from vain, she was happy to note that her complexion returned to its healthy, flushed appearance.

Moving to her bedroom, she flung her closet open and grabbed a black sleeveless shirt that ended above her navel, displaying her toned flesh to those surrounding her. She slipped on a fishnet top above the shirt and hurriedly dressed into tight black spandex shorts and her custom knee high boots. She fastened her kunai holster to her thigh along with her medic pouch attached to her hip.

Shrugging, she grabbed a scroll given to her by Tenten on her 16th birthday. It was filled with an assortment of weapons that would act as a precaution. It could possible come in handy considering she didn't know the details of the mission thanks to the pig's lack of information.

'Geez she could've at least gave me a briefing before I go see Tsunade-Shishou.'

Checking her person one last time, Sakura gracefully leapt out the window and took to the rooftops, enjoying the cool breeze on her porcelain skin.

She vaulted over the entrance and landed on the Hokages window to which she let herself in. What she was greeted with was not the most pleasant of sights.

A red faced Tsunade and a Group of stoic ANBU were impatiently awaiting the arrival of said pinkette.

"Haruno Sakura!" Tsunade screeched.

Sakura wasn't in the habit of feeling intimidated, but the sight of her master red faced and more than a little irritated made her throat constrict.

'Oops. Bad idea'

'No shit sherlock. She looks like she's gonna pin your head to the wall with a Kunai.'

'Pfft. One of these days i'm going to be rid of you.'

'Ha! Good luck with that.'

Sakura scoffed out loud which only served to anger Tsunade all the more, believing her apprentice was scoffing at her.

"Haruno Sakura! You are three hours late!"

"Shishou it's-"

"I don't want to hear your excuses!" Inwardly Sakura gulped and apologised to her sensei. "i apologise Tsunade-sama for my tardiness it will not happen again." Sakura bowed in response and flanked the right of the ANBU she recognised as Neji. Sending him a small smile, to which he returned with a nod, she redirected her full attention to Tsunade.

"Now that I can begin debriefing you on this mission," she shot a pointed look at Sakura, "we have had reports that Daimyo of Grass's son is being targeted by Akatsuki. He withholds information on Orochimaru's operations and it is imperative you secure this information."

Tsunade sighed before looking at Sakura. "Sakura you are to infiltrate a club located in Grass country and are to seduce said target." Sakura's eyes met Tsunade's in understanding to which she sent her a brief apologetic glance.

Although Kunoichi despised it, seduction was part of the job description and as much as Sakura was loathe to admit it, there was a reason why Kunoichi were so proficient at information gathering. It was rare for kunoichi to not be assigned such missions when of jounin or ANBU status.

'Chouji's gonna have to find a new bride. After i'm finished with her she'll probably be buried six feet under the ground before she walks down that aisle.' Inner Sakura had other thoughts and was praising the blonde.

'Finally some sexual activity! I knew there was a reason that pig is our best friend' Inner Sakura fist pumped in success as Sakura mentally sighed.

'How you and I are one in the same will forever remain a conundrum.'

'Don't label me a conundrum you hopeless prude!'

Ignoring her inner self she watched as Tsunade turned to the ANBU next to her. She recognised one as Neji and the other three as Shikamaru, Kiba and Genma.

Kiba grinned wolfishly at her, to which she sent him a dazzling smile. Shikamaru looked as bored as ever and Sakura swore she heard him mutter troublesome. Sakura couldn't stop the slight grin that graced her lips at Shikamaru's perpetually bored disposition. Shikamaru posed as one of the most dangerous ANBU and was a potential candidate for the position as Hokage- if only he wasn't such a lazy ass.

Genma was, well... Genma.

The womaniser grinned lasciviously and winked at Sakura before returning his attention to Tsunade. She growled lowly in response and could see him from the corner of her eye, staring at her rear.

Reigning in her vexation, she focused on Tsunade's words rather than the insufferable man barely two feet away from her.

Tsunade must have noticed Genma and Sakura's little exchange as she sent Genma an irritated glance. "Genma! Pay attention!" The asshole in turn just smirked and rolled his tongue along the senbon dangling from his lips.

Tsunade sighed and continued. "As for you four." She hardened her stare on them as an indication that she was damn serious. "Numerous Akatsuki have been spotted. The targets name is Kyousuke Takeuchi. I want him guarded and questioned."

Tsunade paused and turned to Sakura. "Sakura you are of great interest to Akatsuki. Your disposal of both Sasori and Konan has captured their attention. If you encounter Akatsuki do not engage."

"Pardon my interruption Hokage-sama but when you say 'numerous' how many are we talking about?' Neji inquired.

"At least 4 to 6. Nara i place you as taichou. Don't fail me. Dismissed." Sakura knew that when Tsunade said 'don't fail' she really meant just come back alive.

Securing their ANBU masks, the five leapt out of the window racing at a breakneck pace for grass country.

Tsunade was left to feel the silence of the night, contemplating sending Sakura right into the lions den. A war was brewing amongst the shinobi nations and it was essential that as Hokage she employ all the shinobi she had in attempts to protect the village. The information concerning Orochimaru would be a turning point for her and she could feel in her tired bones a sinking sense of foreboding. If the intel Jiraiya's network had gathered were true...

She'd have a very big problem on her hands...

xxx

Present time

xxx

Sakura huffed and yet again balanced the silver platter on one arm, gracefully weaving through the lush burgundy chaise lounges ignoring the calls of men desiring her presence.

'The Vanguard' was the bars name and if one looked beyond its sexual entertainment purposes, it actually wasn't that bad. The club certainly breathed life to the dull avenue as its surroundings were intimate and featured vaudeville décor dresses. The club played host to good music too, acting as a house of blues and jazz.

The décor was what truly captured Sakura's attention. The walls were cushioned with red velvet and the interior featured walnut loo tables surrounded by caquetoire chairs lined with black cushioning. The colour scheme revolved around velvet reds, gold and onyx. Grand mirrors framed with gold hung along the walls and private booths were concealed behind crimson curtains. The stage was located at the front of the club and a grand victorian chandelier hung from the ceiling.

'The decor is the only plus of this place.' Sakura groaned as she eyed the male population whom were too busy salivating over her scantily clad form.

Scanning the room Sakura spotted her objective for the night. Throwing away her sense of innocence and prudish attitude, Sakura put schooled her features to adopt the role of a seductress.

'Well fuck me.' Inner drooled at the sight of the Daimyo's son.

Sakura mentally rolled her eyes at this, 'Inner you would practically screw anything with two legs.'

'Hey! Even Ihave standards.' Inner Sakura replied mockingly.

Ignoring her inners depraved comments Sakura steeled herself before strutting over to the designated table.

Kyousuke Takeuchi, if she was being completely honest with herself, was undeniably attractive as long raven locks fell over broad shoulders, and piercing hazel orbs eyed Sakura hungrily. Sakura felt an unwanted shiver up her spine as the man practically radiated lust.

"Why hello beautiful. Whats something as innocent as you doing in a place like this?" Sakura glanced at Kyousuke, only to raise an elegant pink brow at him.

"I assure you sir, i'm not as innocent as i look." Sakura purred.

Kyousuke chuckled in response and motioned for his drink.

'This guy so wants us. He's eyeing you like a lion in heat.'

'Just shutup and let him come to us. We don't want to set him off. He's probably smarter than he looks, especially considering he managed to escape with intel on Orochimaru alive. The disgusting snake is protective of his vulgar secrets.'

Inner just smirked in response. 'Something tells me you won't have a problem with that. Now make me proud and seduce the pants off this delicious male specimen!'

'Challenge accepted.'

Sakura placed his drink down, intentionally brushing her fingers against his own. The other men at the table watched Sakura just as perversely as the next, but Sakura paid them no mind, having eyes only for their target.

"Please gentlemen, call me at anytime if you require my services." Sakura smiled coyly at Kyousuke before gracefully spinning on her heel, leaving him to admire her spirit... and her voluptuous behind.

'I like that innuendo you threw in there. Do you think Shikamaru would mind if we actually let him screw us?'

Sakura had had enough of her inner's comments. 'Do you think about anything other than sex?! How can a part of myself be this goddamn depraved. I swear if anyone read my mind i'd sound like some rabid slut.'

'Don't blame me! Most wouldn't want to die some sad, old prude i'm just pointing out the obvious!'

'Sad, old, prude! Why you-!'

"Mitsuki-san!"

Forgetting her previous dispute, Sakura whipped around from the bar in response to her alias. She was met with a rather stout middle-aged man whom was recognised as the owner of the vanguard.

"We need you on stage! Usagi hasn't come in and I need a performer!" She didn't even get an opportunity to protest as two other dancers whisked her away to 'prepare' her.

Sakura sighed listlessly before reluctantly following the two dancers.

xxx

Watching from the shadows were four highly qualified ANBU shinobi. Well. Soon to be two if Genma and Kiba didn't stop admiring Sakura's... assets.

"Oh Kami. She looks good enough to eat."

Genma watched as Sakura's luscious pastel locks swayed with her every movement.

He decided he liked it long.

He observed her with keen interest as the bodysuit's spandex material clung to her soft bodacious curves. The sheer mesh displayed such soft supple skin. She was toned like all kunoichi but still retained her womanly assets.

Every sway of her hips and slight bounce of her perky breasts further drove him to madness. He didn't know whether to be mad at himself for accepting the mission or kiss the foot of the God that bestowed this glorious sight before him.

He was more or less, leaning towards the latter.

Genma's trance was interrupted by an irritated Hyuuga whom slapped him upside the head.

"Pay attention Shiranui. This is no time your idiocy. Akatsuki are within the vicinity. Do you really want such intel to fall into their hands or better yet, endanger Sakura?"

Genma sighed and held his hands up as a sign of defeat.

"Okay, okay geez. What red blooded male wouldn't appreciate such a sight. Get the stick out of your ass Hyuuga, we all see you stealing glances at her. Pay attention to the mission my foot."

Neji's eyes darkened as he glared at the hormone driven man before him.

Before a battle ensued the Nara intervened and trapped both fools in his shadow binding Jutsu.

"Troublesome." Konoha's top tactician shoved his hands in his pockets and turned to his so called superiors.

"Both of you idiots need to shut up and behave in a manner befitting of your status" Both shinobi quit their glaring contest and heeded Shikamaru's words of advice as he released them from his Jutsu.

Shikamaru glanced at the gorgeous pinkette and observed her meagre clothing. He personally thought that Nara Sakura fit her quite well. Hey two geniuses together imagine the kids they would produce...

Sighing, Shikamaru glanced at kiba whom was salivating like the dog boy he was and returned his gaze to the pinkette.

"Troublesome women."

Just as Shikamaru said that even more trouble appeared in the form of six Akatsuki members whom entered the club none too discreetly.

"What a drag."

xxx

The infamous members of the dreaded Akatsuki entered the burlesque club heeding their leaders orders. Their objective was clean and simple. Extract the needed intel from their target and then kill him. Sure it was rare that they be in such a mass group, however leader insisted and what leader says goes. End of story.

"Oi Kaku-fucker go buy some drinks!" The Jashinist was in a particularly good mood. After all he was definitely gonna get laid tonight. All he needed was some heavy alcohol and a bitch to satisfy his needs.

"Find someone who gives a damn about what you want." Kakuzu really had no patience for the Jashin-obsessed simpleton.

The six criminals situated themselves in the furthest booth from their target whom seemed too focused on the stage to really acknowledge them.

"Fucking money grubber! Who needs your stupid ass anyways. I just wanna screw some hot bitch." The silver haired Akatsuki eyed the female waitresses, attempting to find a woman to his taste.

Joining in the banter, the blonde bomber put in his own two cents. "Pft good luck with that. No girl would wanna screw an old man with grey hair, yeah."

"Fuck you too blonde faggot! I don't need to hear this shit from a bunch of no good heathens! Why can't I just sacrifice the motherfucker now!?"

"We first require the intel from him before we dispose of him. Is your brain so diminutive that you cannot discern logical conclusions?" The fawn eyed puppeteer only served to anger said Jashinist.

"I preferred you dead asshole!" Hidan yelled.

By now other occupants of the club glanced at the infamous group whom were making quite the racket. Noticing this, Itachi decided to put a halt to such nonsense.

"Silence all of you." Itachi's tone left no room for argument and with that the four S-class nin quietened but not without Hidan shooting a death glare at all members, muttering about fucking heathens and new sacrifices to Jashin.

Finally joining in his fellow members shenanigans, Kisame's guffawing laughter filled the room. "Ridiculous how you all shut up when the Uchiha here tells you too! Hidan you pansy order us some drinks!"

Grumbling, the Jashinist called some waitress over and ordered two bottles of sake.

The waitress flashed the tables occupants a sensual smile, setting down the drinks. Seeing that the majority showed no interest in her, she huffed and spun on her heels marching back to the bar.

"I should come to this place more often." Hidan groaned as he took a swig of sake straight from the bottle.

"I could If Kaku-fucker over there didn't do so many of those goddamn bounty hunts."

Having enough of his partners constant bitching, Kakuzu sewed the silver haired Jashinist's mouth shut.

"Much better."

As his foolish comrades continued to bicker, Itachi observed his target from the corner of his eye, awaiting any movement.

The Uchiha was not simply obeying orders, he too wanted the filthy snake dead for more personal motives. Sharingan activated, Itachi scanned his surroundings and could sense four Chakra signatures. Observing the shadows of the bar Itachi noticed ANBU shinobi flanking all exits.

'Hn. Foolish.' Despite their concealed Chakra, Itachi could sense the underlying thrum of power behind their signatures. Not one to be intimidated, he glanced at his comrades and informed them of their situation.

"Konoha ANBU are surrounding us. I suggest you all halt your foolishness and pay attention to the mission." The five Akatsuki members observed the shadows and indeed sensed four carefully concealed chakra signatures.

At the mention of Konoha both the blonde bomber and red haired puppeteer's senses perked up.

"Stupid Konoha bastards i'll make them pay tenfold for the shit they've pulled!" Deidara growled lowly.

He remembered distinctly the silver haired shinobi that severed his arm. His revenge would start with the ANBU hidden to the untrained eye. The bombers eyes gleamed at the satisfying prospect of Konoha being nothing but a stain on the map, courtesy of his own art.

Meanwhile Sasori's gaze darkened at the thought of the little girl with the beautiful eyes whom aided in his defeat. The girl was the very reason he was now living, breathing flesh and she would pay for this transgression.

There were too many...emotions associated with becoming human. Fatigue, hunger, rage, even the pain of solitude. The puppet master reflected almost wistfully on his past existence, which was so much easier. Being a cold, callous shell free from humanity could do that to someone. He was not one to simply wish for things in life and yet waking up to warm flesh and a beating heart held its measure of disgust for him.

There wasn't much that made his blood boil, that made his heart beat in rapid excitement. His most valued works of art had been destroyed and his pride had been trampled in the most efficient of ways. The only thing that could make him feel alive was the prospect of revenge.

His mind was often plagued with treacherous thoughts of her.

'How did this little slip of a girl manage to defeat him? How did she create an antidote to his poison in such a short span of time as if it were no more than child's play?' He pondered the answers to such questions often. Her vast medical knowledge, inhuman strength and perfect chakra control were certainly defining factors. Her ability to evade was graceful and even in his puppet body he couldn't help but appreciate her flexibility.

She would be his.

The ultimate piece of art. Beautiful, strong and sinister, however soft and acquiescent to him and his needs. The old lady had given him an idea of sorts. He no longer had any use for a deceased, cold body for his art, no, she would be all warm flesh and blood- a living puppet. He would bend her to his will and remain his ultimate tool of devastation.

If he found her here he would have no qualms about snatching her from the hands of Konoha.

After all he didn't like to be kept waiting.

Smirking slightly, Sasori returned his attention to the stage as a stout man whom claimed to be the owner appeared.

"Good evening gentlemen! Tonights performance will now begin. Please drink your fill as I welcome our newest member Mitsuki!"

xxx

Sakura was calm. Yes, she was very calm.

Okay no scratch that.

She was far from fucking calm.

Her reason for panic, well lets just say that observing six Akatsuki waltz through the entrance was not expected. She expected them to be more subtle but of course not. The cocky bastards thought they owned the place and even had the gall to sit there and drink bloody sake!

What really made her throat constrict and her eyes flash with repressed fear was the sight of the supposed dead puppeteer whom was very much alive. She really shouldn't be surprised considering his partner was Orochimaru himself. The man breathed to find the source of immortality. Who's to say that Sasori had not done his own research?

She shivered just contemplating the methods which he most likely employed to secure his own life. He must have used some form of reanimation jutsu to split his life force into two separate bodies. Such a jutsu would have enabled him to utilise his chakra pathways in both. However he did it, she was sure that the rest of the Akatsuki members had their own methods of reanimation to secure their lives.

It was a terrifying thought. The fact that this organisation had access to such power and were well within their rights to secure immortality was a daunting prospect.

Just who were these monsters?

She wasn't so naive to think that they were oblivious to her comrades in the shadows. They knew they were here yet probably didn't perceive them as a great threat. It was an arrogant notion that made Sakura's temper flare in indignation.

Her perfect chakra control however entailed the complete concealment of her chakra signature. She knew that they could not sense her and she was going to take advantage of that little fact.

'Cha! Kick their Akatsuki asses! It's such a shame though...They're all such fine examples of the male species!' Her inner drooled at the sight of such attractive men.

'Idiot! They're Akatsuki not some random attractive male you see on the street!'

'Hey i'd die a happy woman if that sexy Uchiha screwed me. I mean he is so much more attractive than his little prick of a brother.' Inner sighed as she fantasised about the older Uchiha.

Sakura only groaned in response and face palmed. At the mention of the younger Uchiha though, her gaze hardened. The topic of Sasuke still made her clam up. It wasn't a subject that was very open for discussion.

Seduction was to be honest, not her most preferred field. Her first attempts at seduction were, at first, sloppy and frankly embarrassing to the female species. Her movements were unnatural and lacked the feline grace that was seemingly instinctive to her female peers. It was certainly not her forte, especially since she had never utilised her feminine charms. Her confidence in that side of her was average at best. She had never viewed herself as blatantly gorgeous or beautiful unlike her best friend Ino, who carried herself with a feminine poise that seemed out of reach for Sakura. No, she was more comfortable in her affinity for the intellectual side of things. It was with a sad realisation on her younger fifteen year old selfs part that she was lacking as a woman. She could save lives with a flick of her wrist, create craters that stretched on for miles and decimate her enemies with deadly poisons, but the realisation still ate away at her already fragile sense of self-confidence.

It was on her sixteenth birthday that she had been approached by the last person she would ever think to consider assisting her with her rather discomfiting plight. Anko had heard from Tsunade of Sakura's shortfall in the seduction area and offered her, her help. Sakura was a bit apprehensive at first. She didn't know Anko all too well and was rather uncomfortable with baring her insecurities to somewhat of a stranger.

It was only due to Ino that she had agreed. Her best friend had offered her own help concerning the matter.

They had forced her explore her own domain of sexuality and the power that every woman could hold over a man.

"Every woman holds her own power of sexuality. You just need to find it Sakura. A woman's sexuality is one of the strongest tools she can hold in her arsenal. Your must use you body as an extension of your will. Confidence is key Sakura. With confidence comes fluidity and grace."

She worked hard, but she became so disheartened when she failed. She remembered the cold nights where she'd stare at her reflection and feel the hot sting of tears that gathered in her eyes. She pondered endlessly why being sexy was so hard for her and if she was doomed to be boring and strait laced.

It was there when Ino had found her crying her eyes out one night in her bathroom after another failed attempt at exploring her feminine wiles.

"Sakura what's wrong!"

"I can't do it Ino..." she sniffed.

"Yes, you can! We just need to-"

"No!" she interrupted. "I suck Ino, all i'm good at is reading books and analysing poisons. It's no wonder why no man will ever want me..."

Ino sighed and grabbed a wet cloth, proceeding to wipe her best friends face clean from her tears.

"This is about him isn't it? About Sasuke..."

Sakura's underlying insecurity was the root of her failure. It was her fear of being rejected, her fear of a man whom damaged her sense of self-worth so prominently that she internally repressed the notion that she could ever be a woman. With the harsh realisation, her determination flared. She wanted to prove to the world and herself that she was not only a capable Kunoichi but she was a woman worth having. She promised herself that night that she would never submit herself like that to a man, and she would make good on that promise.

She worked relentlessly to crush her inferiority complex and explore her own form of sexuality. Anko battered into her the importance of flexibility. She worked her body to become an extension of her will, pushing herself till she bruised. She exhausted her muscles and drove her body to new heights. She was soon able to mould her body into every possible position as dancing came naturally to her once she let all her inhibitions fall. Her movements once unnatural and awkward now radiated fluidity and grace, to the point where she positively glowed.

It was a long, frustrating process but she inevitably found her centre and a pivotal part of her sense of self. She crushed that sense of inferiority instilled by Sasuke and focused on being confident. She needed to radiate confidence and she repeated multiple mantra's to herself in times of weakness.

Her current objective required more finesse though. The delicate extraction of critical information was a field dominated by Kunoichi for good reason. Their femininity allowed them the masterful art of completely ensnaring even the most powerful of men. A small part of her shivered in anxiety as she stared back at her reflection - black sooty lashes, flushed cheeks, lips painted a most tantalising red and smoky eyeshadow that made her eyes positively shine. She took a deep, calming breath and clenched her fists in determination.

The Akatsuki were in her domain.

xxx

The team of Konoha shinobi were on high alert as they flanked all exits, ready to intervene if the Akatsuki showed any sign of movement. As they observed from the shadows, Hyuuga Neji grew irritated at their lack of response.

"Those fucking bastards." The dog-nin scowled, in response to the blonde whom glanced in his direction and had the fucking balls to smirk at him.

Genma's patience was wearing thin at the sight of the cocky missing-nin before him. The bastards were just sitting there drinking sake as if they owned the place!

Hell. He was done with this shit.

Shikamaru appeared just as bored as ever which definitely contrasted with the possible strategies he had already conjured in his head as a battle would inevitably ensue.

After all, Konoha and Akatsuki were not on very civilised terms.

The Akatsuki wouldn't know civilisation if he shoved it up their asses.

Figuratively of course.

Shikamaru being the genius he was, knew to retreat when he saw fit. This was not the time to play hero. Six Akatsuki were not to be taken lightly, however at the sight of them so relaxed and drinking sake, his patience too was wearing thin.

"Fuck it! I'm tired of hiding in the shadows like some pansy! I'm going to sit down and order a drink." Before anyone could stop him, Genma had already sat down at a booth near the stage.

"Oh screw it i'm going too. If those Akatsuki bastards think they intimidate an Inuzuka they've got another thing coming." Kiba joined Genma and took a drink of Sake relishing in the glares they got from those Akatsuki bastards.

Neji just sighed and situated himself in view of the opposing missing-nin, observing their every movement with the Hyuuga bloodline.

"What a drag."

Shikamaru too moved to join the idiots he called comrades and although his posture appeared relaxed, in reality he was far from it.

"Hyugga, Shiranui, Inuzuka." Shikamaru had the immediate attention of his team. "After Sakura gets the target alone, she can retrieve the intel herself. My only concern is them." Shikamaru motioned towards the members of Akatsuki.

"They obviously know of Sakura's intentions and will most likely attempt to separate us. I've already bound three members in my Shadow Jutsu." Kiba, Genma and Neji observed the other table and indeed noticed that stitch face, gills and the old man where trapped in Shikamaru's jutsu.

Activating his Byakugan Neji immediately scanned the perimeter for any traps or other Akatsuki members.

"I don't sense any traps or other members."

"Kiba, can you sense Akamaru within the area." Shikamaru asked, turning to the ninken.

"Yeah, I'll signal him to locate Sakura. Akamaru is familiar with Sakura's scent so he won't have a problem." Kiba replied confidently.

"Good. I need a precaution in case one of the members do escape and encounter Sakura."

"Genma, as soon as Sakura is out of range and with the target alone, i want you to lure them to the clearing north of here. Six against four isn't the best of odds, especially considering they're S-class nin. Hyuuga you target the Uchiha while Genma and Kiba deal with Deidara and Sasori. Our objective is simple, distract the Akatsuki and buy Sakura as much time as possible. Kiba, when Sakura has fulfilled her objective, open your mental link with Akamaru to ascertain this. I want everyone alive when back in Konoha, so as soon as we confirm that we possess the desired intel, retreat."

The three ANBU nodded at their top tactician and redirected their attention to the target.

xxx

Hidan was fuming. He wanted nothing but to sacrifice the little Konoha fuckers to Jashin.

"Stupid little Konoha shits, yeah." Deidara glared viciously at the four shinobi situated a couple booths away from them.

Kakuzu had no interest and proceeded to count his monthly earnings.

Sasori and Itachi being well... Sasori and Itachi, maintained they're stoic disposition. Both men remained the epitome of indifference, analysing both their target and the enemy shinobi a few feet away.

It was only a matter of time before their target made his move anyways. The man looked ready to jump out of his seat as the announcement was made for tonights entertainment.

"When's this fucking entertainment-" Hidan's bitching was cut short as the lights dimmed and the curtain was raised.

...

"Sweet Jashin. You have brought me salvation." Hidan let out a throaty groan as the curtain revealed the silhouette of a delicious example of femininity.

The Akatsuki turned their attention to the female upon which Sasori's eyes widened slightly.

There in all her sensual glory sat Sakura Haruno in the middle of the stage. She was wearing black laced garter lingerie which attached to a tight mesh spandex bodysuit, the material so thin it left little to the imagination. She wore a blazer on top of the suit as wavy pastel locks cascaded down the elegant curve of her back. Leather gloves adorned her toned arms and a black chauffeur's hat sat at the crown of her head.

Sasori suddenly realised why their target was so keen for tonight's performance.

Itachi himself was a man of self control but when presented with such a sight... it seemed to slightly diminish.

His experiences with women were far and scarce. Being an S-class missing nin and Akatsuki member left little room for sexual relations. He was not as asexual as some believed him to be- he was after all a red blooded male and could not be blamed for appreciating a such a fine member of the opposite sex.

This girl. This little girl he had seen years ago as his otouto's teammate, had developed since the last time he had seen her.

Quite nicely too.

He had indeed heard of her and her vast accomplishments as a Kunoichi. Sakura Haruno, most powerful medic in the shinobi land, surpasser of the slug princess herself and victor over two Akatsuki members.

Observing her sensual movements with keen eyes, he watched as her gaze locked onto their intended target. Her intentions were painfully obvious and he narrowed his stare in slight annoyance. If he didn't apprehend her that intel would undoubtedly fall into Konoha's clutches. He knew Kunoichi were the most proficient at information gathering. Itachi understood this all too well as he watched the fool that was their target become rigidly captivated with one sooty glance from the viridian eyed Kunoichi. The power of seduction was one he should not underestimate, and yet he prided himself on an extreme sense of self-control and discipline. Notions of lust and (god-forbid) love had long since been abandoned.

"Can we take her with us, yeah?" Deidara leered. He could think of a few things that they could do that would do wonders for his pent up stress and tense form.

"Sasori isn't that the girl who whooped your ass?" Kisame questioned as he watched the pinkette hungrily. Sasori grimaced and didn't bother gracing the blue-skinned man with a reply.

Shrugging, Kisame turned to the stitched man whom had abandoned his money in favour to eye the pinkette which was.. strange to say the least. "Kakuzu, isn't she one of leader's targets. I hear shes quite a catch in the bingo books."

Kakuzu whipped out his bingo book and scanned the Kunoichi's profile. "Quite a catch is an understatement." He muttered as he turned back to eye the Kunoichi.

"Akatsuki." All members turned their attention on Itachi with reluctance.

"Change of plans. Haruno Sakura is of great interest to Akatsuki. We shall proceed with the original mission and seize our intended target however, I want the girl captured. Be on guard though, she is not a Kunoichi to be taken lightly." He sent a pointed look at Hidan's way whom seemed quite busy salivating over Sakura's delectable body.

"If we're not careful, that intel is definitely going to fall into Konoha's hands. She has the dumb-ass wrapped around her little finger, yeah." Deidara added.

"Hidan, Kakuzu, Kisame." The three looked to Itachi whom did not take his eyes of the seductive pinkette.

"Deal with those four over there," Itachi inclined his head towards the four ANBU.

"Sasori, Deidara and I will deal with the Haruno girl. She's definitely not going to come willingly and if Sasori's defeat two years ago is anything to go by, we shall have to deal with her accordingly." The constant reminder of his defeat was not appreciated as Sasori glared at the sharingan user.

"Wow, didn't know the Uchiha knew so many words." Kisame remarked, as both Deidara and Hidan sniggered at the blue mans insult.

Itachi narrowed his eyes at his gilled partner, whom raised his hands in defeat. "Okay, okay, deal with white eyes and his friends over there, got it." Kisame grinned, flashing sharp teeth in the ANBU's direction, keen for a good fight.

xxx

Sakura had experienced being the centre of attention before. Hell, sometime she even thrived under the spotlight, but there was something about this situation that was well, slightly different. She glanced at the Akatsuki out of the corner of her eye and felt an unwanted shiver roll down her spine as their focused solely on her form.

'Calm down Sakura. Slow Deep Breaths.' She focused on remembering everything that had been taught to her concerning dance and seduction and began to move in time to the loud thrum of the bass that reverberated through her veins.

Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.

The curtains raised and she was seated on a chair with her one leg crossed over the other. She unfolded legs with practice ease and slid her hands sensually over them. She raised one leg high into the air as she arched her back, exposing the smooth curve of her neck. She slowly brought down her leg and imagined hands larger than hers as she ran them along her sides and through her long tresses. She threw her head back and curved her spine, her mouth open in silent ecstasy. Her movements held a feline grace that was no doubt aided by her natural ability as a Kunoichi. She could practically feel the hunger in the eyes that watched her and she had almost forgotten what it was to feel wanted, to feel desired and the feelings it aroused in her was a mixture of pleasure and mortification.

She was not used to being looked at as if one wanted to eat her alive and it was a little frightening. No matter how many seduction missions she was sent on, the blatant lust that a man could exude would send shivers of something that was not pleasure down her spine. She reminded herself that her body was a weapon and she was not a helpless sheep amongst wolves. She needed to feel the power of having every man within the vicinity in her clutches. Even her team for Kami's sake was paying too much attention to her!

Her team sat in the audience and tried not to openly gape considering they had a reputation to maintain. They had known Sakura for years and she was not one to put herself on display for male (and some female) eyes. She practically oozed sex and was practically every mans wet dream come true as her carnal movements completely defied her usually conservative attitude.

Shikamaru ran a hand through his hair in subtle annoyance as he felt his pants get uncomfortably tight. It was a ridiculous notion that he'd have to fight a bunch of six class nin with a raging hard on. He wasn't an idiot though and knew he wasn't the only one whose was having such a...problem.

When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me

Sakura slid sensually from her chair into a crouch, poised on her hands and knees. She ground against the cold floor and watched from the corner of her eye as she saw Sasori's gaze darken with an emotion she never associated with the cold unfeeling puppet. Lust was a human emotion and seeing it flash in the puppeteers fawn eyed gaze sent (to her ultimate shame) pleasurable tingles throughout her body.

Feeling more bold, she sank down on all fours as she dipped her front half to let her chest brush the floor while her lower half remained high in the air. The position did wonders for her body as the curve of her spine accentuated her wide hips and curved rear. She moved like a cat as she crawled towards her target. With every slow exaggerated movement her rear swayed from side to side, drawing more than a few pairs of eyes. She rolled her body slowly, grinding shamelessly against the cold floor. Her movements would make any poor virgin flush in embarrassment.

Sasori himself couldn't recall the last time he ever felt something akin to lust. Spending his time as an unfeeling puppet rid ones self of emotion. As he watched the girl grind he expected to be aghast at such actions but he only felt heat coil in his loins as blood rushed to the southernmost parts of his body. He wanted to feel the sleek thickness that was her hair beneath his fingers. He was a little startled at his own animalistic thoughts. He wanted to be under that grinding pelvis and feel her grind against him. He tried to cast such thoughts away but it was like an annoying pest that wouldn't leave. He watched with something akin to hunger as her thighs and abdominals clenched with her fluid, snake like movements. Casting a quick glance at his fellow members, he knew that they were faring no better.

He suddenly felt a wave of anger at this little girl, no this woman, whom served to undo all the carefully honed sense of self-control and discipline he had cultivated over the past 30 years. There was a more vicious, covetous, part of him that wanted to possess and dominate her so entirely that she would she would think of nothing or no one but him. The fact that she had the audacity to display what was so rightfully his to another man was enough to nearly snap his usually faultless composure.

No matter, he had plenty of ways where he could deal out her punishment.

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?.

So I guess we're back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus
In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?
(Let's pick up, pick up)

Sakura rose gracefully from her position on the ground as she clutched the pole that was in the centre of the stage. She quickly squashed the sliver of anxiety that crawled up her spine as she caught the almost imperceptible gazes of lust directed at her from the Akatsuki in the back booth. She slid her hands provocatively over her body and moved her hands in sensual figure eights, drawing attention to her impossibly long legs and wide hips. She wrapped one leg around the pole and ground her pelvis against it. The motion erupted in a storm of catcalls. Although Sakura wasn't one for arrogance, she couldn't help the thrill of excitement that thrummed in her veins from the attentions. Feeling empowered, her pulse accelerated as she climbed the pole with practiced ease.

Once she reached the top she wrapped her legs around the pole, clenching her thighs as she arched her back off the pole. She extended her arms and grabbed the pole, her back still arched in a U shape. With composed grace, she slowly unhooked one leg from the pole and ended in a split position mid air. Still gripping the pole she let her lower body fall gracefully from its position, sliding down the pole slightly. She brought herself back upright and hung from her legs, her back arched backwards.

She knew that none of the shinobi before her could do what she was doing. She took satisfaction in the fact that none of her teammates, regardless if they were shinobi powerhouses, could not utilise their body in such a carnal way- to reduce a man to a wanton mess. She could use her body as a weapon to send the most powerful of men to their knees and it was so undeniably gratifying. She permitted herself to glance at the audience and met her targets gaze briefly before spiralling down the pole in a graceful corkscrew.

Oh now I do recall, we were just getting to the part
Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick.
I hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention.
Now let's not get selfish
Did you really think I'd let you kill this chorus?

Neji was not one to be exposed to the more primal parts of being a man. It was through relentless training and the impenetrable goal to cultivate his skills and improve his strength and capabilities that effectively crushed any masculine desire to take pleasure from a woman. His one track mind never allowed him to deviate from his path for power and as such he had never engaged in any sexual relationships whatsoever. The sight of Sakura moving like she jumped out of an erotica novel however, was enough to send white hot heat to his loins. He couldn't be blamed for such a response, the girl was practically every man's wet dream come true.

It was safe to say that Neji had never payed any genuine attention to Sakura as a young girl. His first impression of her was that she was not suited to shinobi life. She looked more like a flower than a Kunoichi. Her rosette hair and feminine doll-like features did nothing to promote the idea that the girl would one day become historically known as one of the most powerful shinobi in existence. Her capabilities seemed to improve dramatically in such a short span of time that he himself had doubted the rumours that surrounded her. She became a medical prodigy in all rights, mastering jutsu that would have taken the average shinobi years, in a manner of weeks. It was on his first mission with her to the Sand that he had witnessed first hand her skills in the field. He analysed her with carefully veiled curiosity as his interest only grew once he had heard she defeated an Akatsuki member.

He could effectively appreciate her ability to defy ones expectations.

It was a trait she often used to her advantage, which he supposed was what she was currently doing right now. The men that watched Sakura with ardent hunger would never guess that she could break every single bone in their body with a flick of her wrist or rupture their internal organs with a deceptively innocuous touch.

Underestimating Sakura was usually the last mistake a man ever made.

Dance to this beat
Dance to this beat
Dance to this beat
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster

I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me

As Sakura spiralled gracefully to the floor, she landed in a split. She flicked her hair and arched her back before drawing her knees together. She clutched the pole with both hands and rose gracefully. She twirled gracefully around the pole before gripping it and gliding around it with her legs off the ground. She climbed the pole once more with fluid grace and bent her legs until her toes touched the back of her head- a testament to her flexibility.

She wrapped her lithe body around the pole and threw her head back, before flipping upside down. She unhooked one leg and straightened it, arching her back. She readjusted her position so it looked as if she was executing a bridge midair, parallel to the pole. She felt the music thrum through her veins as she let the calf of her right leg wrap around the pole and let her other leg drop down. She spiralled gracefully down to the floor in a descending angel inversion that made a few mouths drop in awe.

She ignored some of the more crude comments that were directed at her. One man with blonde hair and narrow eyes asked her to ride 'his pole.'

Sakura quickly squashed the natural reaction to rearrange his face opting to ignore the mans vulgar proposition.

She thought she imagined the almost inaudible sound of glass shattering.

Sasori couldn't contain the almost blinding rage that flooded his now human veins. The vile creatures were undeserving of the attention that his future living puppet presented. The glass of sake he was holding shattered under his icy grip as he forced himself to resist the temptation of gouging their eyes from their sockets and snapping their laughably fragile necks. Such crude comments were common in a setting such as this, but it didn't mean he condoned it, especially to the haruno girl. She was not some common whore whom they could do with as they pleased. She was the personification of his art and he'd sooner rip off their arms than let their filthy hands roam her supple body.

Itachi himself unnoticeably tensed at the lewd comments that were being thrown her way. He honestly should remain indifferent, but there was a slight sense of possession that reared its ugly head as he watched men leer unabashedly at the viridian eyed Kunoichi. He could tell by the way her form tensed that she was repressing the urge to send one of those famous chakra infused punches their way.

If he wasn't on a mission, he wouldn't mind seeking out the young kunoichi. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a woman in his bed and the sight of her flushed flesh and writhing body looked more than a little appealing.

He could do with some more, pleasurable company

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Dance to this beat
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Dance to this beat
And hold a lover close
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster

Sakura noted with an internal gratitude that the song was about to end. She slid to the floor and unwound her body from the pole. She peeled of her blazer and gloves before throwing them carelessly to the crowd. Her chauffeurs hat had long been thrown to some undistinguishable corner, leaving her in nothing but a sheer bodysuit that covered the essentials.

The crowd went wild and some of the men in the crowd attempted to catch either her blazer or gloves. The sight was more than a little pathetic and Sakura quickly repressed the look of disgust that threatened to grace her features. She sank down on all fours and moved like a tigress as she eyed her target like prey. She gave her best 'come hither' look, pouting her plump lips and gazing at him beneath sooty lashes. She crawled to the end of the stage and curled her finger, beckoning him closer.

The man obeyed immediately and as if in a trance, moved towards Sakura. The crowd watched with barely veiled jealously and some men growled like animals, they too wanting the same intimate attention. Her targets face was inches from her own as she whispered in his ear to ensure she was heard above the music.

"You want a private show?" Her voice was breathy and raw from dancing, but it seemed to have the desired effect as the man gulped slightly. He seemed to regain some form of dignity and chuckled, his voice low and smooth. "I think I got time for another...show."

"You know where to find me tiger-room 213" Her breath mingled with his slightly as she curled herself away and executed multiple back handsprings before landing in the centre of the stage. She winked at the crowd before shifting her attention briefly to the Akatsuki. She locked eyes with the infamous members and smirked knowingly before disappearing into the shadows.

The Akatsuki's eyes were rooted to the spot where she had last stood and it was Kisame whom decided to break the silence.

"Damn... That woman is something else."

The applause that erupted was positively deafening as men hollered and hooted for another show. The Akatsuki snapped their attention to their target, eyes flashing in annoyance to realise he had disappeared. Glancing at the table of ANBU, they realised that they too had dispersed.

'Well fuck'

Done! So i'm re-thinking the plot for this story because people have requested that i continue it. I've included more insight into Sasori's and Itachi's thoughts (predominantly Sasori's) mostly because they've had a larger part in Sakura's life as opposed to the other missing nin. Just wanna make it clear that they are in lust, not in love. Someone was concerned with Sakura's age and her corresponding actions regarding seduction. Sakura is a kunoichi and such a lifestyle does not wait for things such as 'legal age.' Fact of Naruto life people.

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