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I DO NOT OWN NARUTO

Sharinganillusion x

MISTAKES AND SILVER LININGS

Under the cover of darkness he came through her door. The familiarity of his motions not startling the pink haired kunoichi; the careful arrangement they had in place was one of mutual respect and understanding. The relationship was one of convenience and need. Both understood that love was not a part of it. He had long ago forsaken himself to bachelor life citing his marriage to Konoha sat higher. She on the other hand had been hurt in the games of the heart, she felt that adding that emotional string would just make things complicated.

It had started after that mission. The one every kunoichi has to do as a rite of passage. He had been her escort. And, when she had done what she had been sent to do she had felt dirty and cold. Her virginity and modesty in tatters with one action; he had been there, it could have been anyone. "Make me forget." She had whispered huskily into his ear, "Make me forget." Being the man he was he couldn't say 'no', not when she said it like that. "Sakura…you sure that's what you want?" The womanizer's voice tight, "It's not what I want that matters…it's what I need. And, from what I hear on the grapevine you're just the one to give it me." Her voice was silky and, goddamn him to hell, he gave in.

Let it not be said that Shiranui Genma would leave a woman in need.

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She met him in the kitchen her rose, pink nightgown seeping open. Without a word he met her open invitation, his lips parting over hers as she caressed his tongue. Pushing her up against the wall. Her movements were calculated and harsh; she had an aim in mind.

He took her not-so-subtle hint; opening her top and getting work. He took her nipple into his mouth, his ever present senbon landing neatly on the pantry door on the other side of the room. His lips occupied. She let out a throaty moan. He continued to suckle lifting her leg around his waist. Not for the first time he took time to thank kami, for her strength and kunoichi flexibility. He groaned as his groin made contact with her sex, grinding it with intent. She worked on removing his top half, his vest carelessly thrown to the floor followed by his shirt. His tongue flicked her nipple again in sighting another moan. As he gradually licked, caressed and kissed his way down her agile and taunt body; appreciating her finer beauty. She moved her hips demanding with her body. He roughly forced her hips against the wall behind her as he focused on the wet nib at his eye level. His tongue traced it feeling the shivers of her body's arousal. He could swear she tasted like strawberries, her moans demanded more, his tongue enticed the juices to flow as her moans became less controlled, "Ah, Genma!" she hissed, "yes, yes, yes…" with her encouragement his tongue started to hasten knowing she was close. He inserted two fingers into her tight warmth rubbing the spot she needed him most. He felt her walls tighten around the fingers as she came, "FUCK!" she moaned lost in the bliss of the moment as he pumped his fingers elongating the moment for her.

When she came down from her high he didn't give her time to adjust as he removed the barrier of clothing, hurriedly slamming his hard member deep inside. She was as tight as she was that first time in the forest outside of the Grass Country, and just as wanting. He forced his weight behind each thrust ensuring her maximum pleasure as he worked on his own result. Her moans egged him on. She could feel the heat of the friction burns on her back from sliding up the kitchen wall, it added to her pleasure. With a tight grasp of her firm arse he thrust hungrily, his angle hitting that glorious spot as she hit her peak again. With a grunt he released his seed deep within her, breathing hard against her throat.

Let it not be said that Shiranui Genma left a woman unsatisfied.

They slept lightly in her bed after a second bout of mind blowing sex; she had released her inner self letting him take her from behind much too both parties delight. "When's your mission?" she asked, their conversations were always polite, they had become somewhat friends through- out the arrangement often telling the other things you only dared mention to someone you were intimately involved with. "In the morning Im headed off to the Land of Tea, a seemingly straight forward escort mission. 4-6 weeks," Sakura smiled, "Ah yeah, that's the same mission I heard the Hokage handing over to Kiba," she said off handedly, "how did that date go with him by the way?" he asked, conversationally, "Ah, he was too grabby… and smelt like dog." She shrugged, "Sure he wouldn't have minded our earlier escapades." He chuckled, in his lazy yet charming way. She grinned, his hand slid up her thigh as he inserted his finger finding her still wet, she gasped surprised feeling fulfilled, "Now how 'bout throwing us one for the road?" "Don't mind if I do…" she moaned falling back into it.

Let it not be said that Shiranui Genma wasn't a man of consistency.

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6-8 weeks later…

Sakura awoke on her office desk, grumbling she took in the time piece on the wall reading 1100hrs. The hours at the hospital had seemed long and tedious lately, she was tired and long overdue for a vacation. She cracked her neck and stretched her legs under the desk, slipping of her shoes and curling her toes. She finger combed her messy hair and straightened her lab coat. Flipping through her client register she was relieved that today was looking to be an uneventful day. She was looking forward to going home and curling up on her couch with her latest romantic comedy. Maybe she would even invite Ino-Pig.

Sakura frowned as the loudspeaker cackled calling a Code Blue emergency. She dashed down to emergency, "Sit-Stat…" she demanded of the young nurse standing over someone she hadn't noticed yet. "Inuzuka Kiba found being carried back to the village by Akamaru… " Sakura eyes widened, "he was returning from a mission no one is sure what happened yet…" Just as she said that a groan escaped Kiba's mouth, "Ambush…Land of Tea escort mission should have been a higher category mission…" he whispered, the pain evident, getting him into a surgery room Sakura began pulling her chakra scanning for worst injuries. He was bleeding internally. Sweat laced her brow, an unasked question tugging at her lips, answered before she could ask, "Shiranui…Shiranui is dead…"

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Sakura hadn't responded to Kiba's admission immediately. She had spent the better part of her day operating on him until her chakra reserves could do no more. He was in ICU and Shizune had taken over for the evening as Sakura made her way to the Hokage tower.

Sakura stood at Tsuande's desk as the Hokage downed another sake slamming the empty cup on her desk. Sakura reported Kiba's condition and the news he had reported in middle of it all. Tsusande nodded, "He told the gate shinobi the same thing, I have already sent ANBU to find his body with Akamaru's help." She whispered. It wasn't usual to see the Hokage so defeated. Genma was regarded as one of the few elitist shinobi of his generation left. The group had been getting smaller over the years, first Asuma, then Kurenai to motherhood and now Genma. "Has anyone told Kakashi-sensei?" Sakura asked quietly. Sakura knew that it would be a hard task for anyone to tell the Copy-nin, another comrade in his long list of loses. Genma was his best friend, his coercer, his drinking buddy. Tsuande looked at Sakura, "No." Sakura nodded, "I will, he should hear it from me."

Knocking on Kakashi-sensei's door had been difficult at the best of times. He was shrouded in a cloud of distance and privacy being at his door seemed like an invasion on his life. She tapped on his door. She was still reeling in her head. All she could think was she was the last one who she had seen before he left on the mission. She felt a bit guilty, especially since they had spent that time in meaningless sex when he could have been spending time with people like Kakashi. Though, she and Genma had become comfortable friends she still didn't feel she really knew him. After all, that was the whole point of their arrangement.

Kakashi answered the door masking his surprise at seeing his former student standing at his door. He blinked his one eye a slight bafflement crossing his face. "Can I come in for a minute Kaka-sensei?" He stood back letting the girl in. She was still dressed in her hospital gab which was covered with what smelled like animal blood. His sharp senses took confused. "I think, we should sit." She hesitated, his apartment was clean and tidy. Perfection ordered much like the Copy-nin's ninja way. She twisted the hem of her dress not meeting his eye, he waited, from experience he knew Sakura usually took her time in getting out to him what she either needed or wanted to say. He had to admit he hadn't seen much of her in the past two years since the war had ended. With peace and a disbanded, scattered Team 7 they had found themselves awkward in each other's company. Lost in their thoughts and grief.

"Kakashi-sensei, I have to tell you something." he frowned, still waiting, "Shiranui Genma…. Didn't come back from his last mission…he's dead, sensei." Kakashi froze unable to process the information. A small tear leaked out of Sakura's eye. 'Genma? That couldn't be right?' he knew Sakura and Genma had become friends over the last year, Genma had mentioned it with a shrug that they had done a mission together, and thought she had some 'spunk'. He stood up walking past Sakura on the armchair and out the front door slamming it behind him leaving Sakura alone in his apartment.

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Naruto found Kakashi wondering aimlessly down near the old pub. Kakashi was having trouble going in. Naruto had heard about Genma from Ino who had been crying at the flower shop when he had gone there to find a nice one for Hinata. He placed his hand on his sensei's back pushing him into the pub like he was guiding a child. "Come on, Kaka-sensei," Kakashi followed numbly, he had spent the better part of the evening staring at the cenotaph. Obito, Minato, Rin, Asuma…and soon to be Genma; he downed the sake Naruto put in front of him. The atmosphere of the pub was unusually sullen. Genma's lack of presence had cast grief across his regular haunt. Naruto lifted his sake, "To Genma!" he called, as everyone raised their glasses in unison.

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The morning of the funeral Sakura had spent the better part of the morning throwing up. The anxiety of the day must be getting to her. She brushed her teeth gagging on the toothpaste as she spat it out. She opened the mirror cupboard and looked at what was scattered through it looking for her comb. Standing there she took a mental inventory. She frowned spotting the something that made her eyes widen, tampons…

She calculated in her head, loosing track every time she tried. She rummaged through her draws locating a test from one of Ino's numerous drunken scares. She trembled reading the instructions as she emptied her bladder on the darn thing.

3 minutes

2 minutes

1 minute

She slowly turned over the stick, knowing but dreading what she was going to see. The faint but clear pink lines stared at her with a shallow last laugh.

She was pregnant.

Let it not be said that Shiranui Genma didn't leave a lasting impression.

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