Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine. But it is Kishimoto's. (I'm not Kishimoto, either. Darn.)

Code Kiss

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Paradise

Yamanaka Ino arched her neck back to allow her impassioned client better access to her sweet-scented skin. She ignored the frenzied kisses, the impatient nips, and the unpleasant, hot spit. She ignored the hands snaking up her waist, searching for the catch on the violet silk dress that clung to her like a second skin.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 . . .

She gasped appropriately when his roaming teeth murmured down her exposed collarbone and down to the strap of her gown. She reached up and fisted her hands into his tuxedo. As she expected, somewhere in the back of her mind, he began to desperately seek the mechanism that would undo her dress. She smiled vaguely. Her eyes continued to carefully count the indentations in the ceiling overhead.

16, 17, 18, 19 . . .

Her blonde locks tumbled down to the satin sheets, tendrils of muted gold fanned out amongst the feather-down pillows. She didn't even have to try with this one. He was too desirous of her body to ponder her utter silence, her utter submission. Funny. She smiled with more expression this time. He couldn't see it. They never could. He smelled of fine alcohol and reckless ambition.

23, 24, 25 . . .

With hands everywhere at once, she frowned at the thought, that he was ruining her outfit. He insistently jerked down the zipper pressed like kisses against her back. She murmured nothings and hummed softly against his ear. He mistook it for reciprocation. She released a girlish laugh as he fumbled with the glossy material, trying to slip her out of it, so he could satisfy his curiosity. He laughed nervously in response, hands moving faster, sweatier.

39, 40 . . .

With tremulous hands, as if he were handling a precious artifact, he freed her shoulders of the silken garment. She smiled cryptically at him, lashes casting sultry shadows on her eyes. Trembling from anticipation, his fumbling lips descended to met hers.

52 . . .

Her lips were cold.

"Okay," she said gently, whispers of resolution surfaced underneath. "Stop."

He didn't.

"I said stop."

He did.

The curtain lifted with the accompaniment of a noiseless, winter zephyr. Shallow, gray moonlight spilled into the room, defining the sharp, clean edges of a kunai against his throat. A thin, nearly transparent laceration appeared on his skin as he swallowed, the feeling of ice washing him through.

He mouthed wordlessly, in disbelief, in amazement, in sheer stupidity. He could still see her; she was smiling stoically up at him. She hadn't moved an inch. But . . . this one was . . .

"Wrong girl, sweetheart," breathed the voice holding the blade to his neck.

The imposter beneath his sinful hands dissipated instantaneously, dissolving into wisps of hazy smoke. He tumbled down in fright, slicing open his own throat. Blood stained the air with the scent of iron.

Yamanaka Ino lowered her eyes, not watching the body, not watching the swathes of crimson spill over the edge of the satin sheets. She felt sorry, but she didn't. Sorry that he slipped on her kunai, sorry that he had to die, but not sorry that she had been the one to do it. She'd rather spare the others; she could never see them doing to this. She wondered what they would say, think, do.

It was better this way. Cleaner.

His rapidly clouding eyes sought hers. She met the gaze of a dying man.

"Slut."

She chuckled quietly. "Say what you want." Her lips curved up preciously.

'I'm still a virgin.'

His open eyes registered minute surprise before they went utterly blank. Dead.

She flicked the blood off her kunai, setting it back into the pouch strapped to her upper thigh. She crossed the threshold and opened the door, not stopping once to regard the man on the bed. She closed the door deftly behind her, and disappeared down the hallway.

60.

Mission: complete.

(You get sixty seconds in heaven. You get sixty seconds to death.)

fin.

A/N: I'm not too sure if I want to scrap this one. It kind of, uh, sucks. In any case, thank you for reading. Any feedback is greatly appreciated. Have a wonderful day. :)