A.N.: My dear readers, I leave you with subtle hints of a back drop story to this and I do leave you with a hint of what a travel this story shall take you on. I apologize for the delay. I always do, but I hope you all haven't forgotten how much you just love waiting for me to come about this. No sexual pleasure today, but hopefully you enjoy this tension and female role play in the meantime.
Beyond Him
Chapter Four
Sakura knew she had little patience the moment for once she opened the scroll her teeth began chattering and her jaw clenched. Her fingers brushed over the crisp page with lightening speed and she cringed at the neatness of the letters.
The International Organization of Shinobi
For Official Use Only
Konohagakure
Project for Assigned Konoha Shinobi
Main Report and Official Seal
Official
Report No.
February
Year of the Snake
This document has a restricted distribution and may be used by recipients only in the performance of
their official duties. Its contents may not otherwise be disclosed without the authorization of The
International Organization of Shinobi.
Permission to transport relative information scrolls of market goods across international borders has been granted to Haruno Sakura. Permission to use as much allotted time to appropriately access and report goods and market value has been granted as well to Haruno Sakura from the Hokage-sama of Konohagakure.
Tsunade
Sakura was not appeased by any means with the low classification of the mission scroll, but Sakura assumed this was to be her cover as she traveled from Fire. She scanned over the official seal of the Hokage and raised her delicate eyebrows at the sloppy signature.
She nearly laughed at the smaller official report detailing her real mission to deactivate the underground sex trade and to infiltrate Kirigakure as well as the Land of Lightening.
The International Organization of Shinobi
For Official Use Only
Konohagakure
Project for Assigned Konoha Shinobi
Main Report and Official Seal
Official
Report No.
February
Year of the Snake
This document has a restricted distribution and may be used by recipients only in the performance of
their official duties. Its contents may not otherwise be disclosed without the authorization of The
International Organization of Shinobi.
Permission to infiltrate other nations and parties involved under guise as a buyer of illegal transportation, kidnapping, and other services of unwarranted individuals with offending parties has been allowed to Haruno Sakura from strict permission from the Hokage of Konohagakure. Permission has been granted to Haruno Sakura to eliminate traces of the organization and other parties involved by means necessary and to restore victims to safe housing. Time allotted outside of Konohagakure has been extended indefinitely to accommodate necessity of mission.
Noting the lack of the Hokage seal and signature, just delighted Sakura. Tossing the scroll onto the floor, Sakura scuttled around her apartment grabbing random necessities as she needed them. Sakura filtered through the contents of her bathroom easily before caressing each and every weapon she hid in her pouches and pack. These were her defining moments. She felt power seemingly dripping from her hands while reflecting on every use she could get from a senbon or a stealthily placed kunai. She shivered with excitement as each poison container slipped effortlessly into the hidden pockets of her pack. But nothing more excited her than easing her gloves into the side pouch.
She was a kunoichi and nothing made her prouder.
Sakura flung her hair over her shoulder before sidling over to the closet to grab appropriate clothing for the occasions she knew would require something better than a catsuit. She knew leaving Konoha on a mission would require her usual work attire, but those moments when she posed as a delightful buyer needed something more of taste.
Her cold nimble fingers touched each fabric lovingly before selecting only a few. She only chose the most rich of colors and the most appeasing of curvature. Only the best for me, Sakura thought with a crooked smile.
Of course, Sakura couldn't forget her proper identification cards nor her signature wallet. She would absolutely dread having to turn back to fetch these said items. She was surprised nonetheless than Tsunade didn't confiscate these items and provide new documentation with how enraged she was regarding the first opened sex trade bust.
Sakura was quick to finish the closing of her pack and checked her apartment before sealing each room. As she stepped into the foyer, she paused momentarily at an old picture.
There in a nice little frame sat a dear old picture of Team Seven. Sakura tilted her head to the side and reached out to run her finger over the face Kakashi and Naruto. Her cheeks pulled down as her finger sidled over her once boyish figure to the Uchiha. She fully grabbed the frame now and drew it closer to her. Her piercing eyes dragged over his scowl and her teeth snapped together painfully in a grimace.
Her hands clenched and with a sickening crunch the glass of the frame broke. Sakura dropped the broken frame, picture and all, to turn to her door and onward.
Sakura darted between the trees with a ferocity she never knew she possessed. Her muscles bunched beneath her skin and her blood pounded in her ears. Her arms were flung delicately so behind her. She had tied her long locks at the nape of her neck, yet some stragglers tickled her shoulders. Sakura hummed silently to herself as the day settled into a cool evening.
She had long since left the warmer lands of Konohagakure. The trees were becoming thinner as the miles passed. The air had long turned cool to her heated skin as she started to come to closer to Iwagakure. The land itself became harder, thicker with heavy stones and laden with boulders.
Sakura knew she would soon have to step aside to appropriately disguise herself as to not be suspected, but she didn't like a moment of it. She hated traveling at an agonizingly slow pace to fake civilian nature. What she hated the most was the prospect of ruining her cover, so she supposed it would be safer to change soon than later.
Abruptly, Sakura stopped and darted her eyes around. She dropped to the forest floor and clung to the low stones and reached out daringly with her chakra spanning the horizon. Her heart pounded in her chest and thudded in her ears. She sat crouched like this for seemingly hours before quickly pulling on her civilian attire.
She froze at every leaf rustling and shook like a leaf the instant she felt no other chakra. Her breath came out in ragged puffs and she curled herself around the foliage until she reached a road.
A momentary lapse in her concentration had her mind reeling at what she thought was familiar and unwanted chakra signature. Sakura mentally shook herself firmly.
The small details really were slipping past her, but perhaps not as much as she thought.
Sakura shifted the material of her jacket bunching it around the top of her breasts and holding the material firmly. She huddled in on herself and began shivering as she stumbled almost aimlessly on the hard dirt trail. Sakura huffed loudly and let her teeth chatter and cling together. She let her feet drag a tad as she continuously adjusted the pack on her shoulder.
Sakura merely jumped in surprise as two men jumped around the rocks before her. Her emerald eyes widened and she nearly let a choked scream form in her throat. The ninja wore one sleeve and lapel on the side of the Iwagakure uniform without the sleeve. Their hands were darting behind their thick vests to reach what she presumed were knives.
Sakura's hands shook in front of her and she shuffled back. Her mouth tried to form a sentence, but Sakura knew she shouldn't be the first to speak.
The one to the left chuckled darkly before straightening with the knife twirling around his fingers. Sakura watched as his other hand adjusted his blue headband.
"And what per say brings you this way in the dark?" he questioned.
Sakura, ever the one to play the role of a damsel in distress, decided to add a quiet stutter to her act.
"P-Please, sir, I'm just looking for an a-acquaintance of mine." She chewed her lip and let her eyes shift to and fro.
This seemed to ease the tense Iwagakure ninja as the eyed her from the distance. The one who previously spoke, brought his hand away from his headband before moving his weight to a more casual side lean. Sakura knew how to play the game, and she mentally patted herself on the back.
"Who would this be?"
"Ryo." Sakura sighed and gently brought her hands to clutch the fabric of her jacket tighter feigning shivering. "Kuroda Ryo."
Hook, line, and sinker.
The two shinobi straightened immediately and practically glared daggers at her. Sakura shifted some more and made a pitiful noise in the back of her throat. Both shinobi spoke silently to each other before they nodded their heads in the direction of where Sakura presumed the trail led further up the mountain.
She stepped forth nervously and took small strides to the men. The one who spoke reached out for her bag which she handed over with shaking hands. The other shinobi grasped her forearms and calmly explained to her how she had to by custom orders of the Tsuchikage be blindfolded before entering the village. Sakura nodded numbly as her vision was blocked with a thick fabric.
Sakura flinched as she was swept off her feet. The wind brushed past her in sharp whirlwinds of gusts. Sakura let her fingers slid to grasp what she assumed was the shinobi's flak jacket and she felt his muscles tighten briefly.
Sakura was lost in her thoughts, as the trip up the mountain to the village was taking quite longer than she wanted, when she was bestowed the pleasure of having her legs gently released from the hold of the shinobi previously carrying her. She gasped and let her fingers curl more so around the man holding her. His breath hitched in her ears while she tried to straighten her attire to seem presentable. Her vision was cleared and she blinked several times to adjust to the light of the village around her.
Scanning the surroundings, she took note of every detail possible.
The rocky mountain ranges that surround the village and country provide a natural stronghold, but one that wouldn't withhold against her powerful hands if needed be. The village sits among a mountain range consisting of small narrow waterfalls. The sound vibrated in her ears as she refocused on her task. With the buildings being composed of rock and stone, Sakura noted the odd shapes formatted of rock into tower-like structures, which Sakura clucked her tongue at. Those didn't look interesting or decorative by any means. She supposed she couldn't expect much though of a village hidden among the mountain ranges. A network of bridges connected the buildings and Sakura noted each and every one she could from her angle.
She twisted her head to look at the shinobi now gathering beside her and she widened her eyes expertly.
"You must be quite the work force to maintain such..finesse." Sakura cooed before tilting her head to slowly gaze at them through her long lashes.
Sakura turned her full attention to the shinobi whose body heat was warming her backside. She raised a thin eyebrow at him and offered a gentle, unsure sigh. She locked gazes with his charcoal gaze and chewed her lip a tad. He seemed vaguely familiar in the moment and she felt her body pull like taught strings.
What familiar eyes, she thought.
He had instantly stepped from her and she snorted while twisting away. She took a few steps from him with her attention on a particular ominous building.
"Do tell me, gentlemen, Kuroda-san is in good company here, yes?"
She glanced back and smiled at the tight nods she received.
"Oh, good. I was hoping he would be here." Sakura breathed staring down at the empty buildings before her.
Sakura twisted around to gaze lazily at the few shinobi aimlessly there in her sights. She focused in on her pack, and offered her hand out to the man. He started to come forth when a spectator forced his way through. He grabbed her pack and tossed it gently over his shoulder. Sakura narrowed her eyes at him in annoyance and huffed. Twisting her head, she glanced back at the ominous building.
"It seems business in the Land of Iron has significantly impacted my partner's investors."
Sakura snapped her head in the direction of a new tone and she eyed him immensely. "They're all seeking me out!"
Sakura looked at the stocky fellow with renewed interest. Emerald eyes sparkling, she let herself become as tiny as possible in his field of vision. She huddled in and gazed through narrowing eyes at his round face and noted his finely detailed clothes from his gold buttons on his overcoat to the polish on his black shoes. His brown slanted eyes partially gleamed at her and Sakura felt her blood begin to warm immensely.
"I'm so grateful for such a welcome. I wasn't expecting you to be right at the doorstep," Sakura shook her head and laughed slightly, "Yusuke was too much about his own pleasantries than his..investor's."
The man now informally introduced as Kuroda Ryo laughed heartily. Sakura inwardly gagged as his precious gold buttons practically burst from their seams and the fat around his chin jiggled obnoxiously.
"I suppose that is why he is no longer with us, but enough about this petty talk. Come along." Sakura followed his gesture as he continued to merrily chatter. "You look absolutely frigged in such a thin coat."
Her legs strides allowed her to catch up to his hustle as he led her on to what she presumed would be his office. She was almost disappointed. Who knew the second head of this eight headed serpent would be such an easy target?