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Make no mistake, Haruno Sakura can be sexy. One doesn’t train under the strongest woman in the world with eternal youth and not learn seduction. That’d be foolish.
But if you asked her if it’s one of her main professional skills? A hard no.
Bringing people back from death’s door? Yup.
Poisoning people by simply breathing in their general direction? Easy.
Having a strategic genius that can keep up with Nara Shikamaru? Since day one at the academy.
Trapping enemies within a genjutsu that rivals anything created by the sharingan? Ha!
Smashing mountains with her pinky? Duh.
All of Sakura’s talents lean her toward the shinobi and frontline fighter path, not the kunoichi, despite her physical appearance, genitalia, and expectations.
Despite this, out of all the women in Konoha 13, she ranks second in skill only because Hyūga Hiashi would rather eat his own eyes before he would let Hinata undertake seduction missions, let alone training. And Tenten, for all her charisma and charm, would sooner stab the mission assignment before of batting her lashes.
So yes, Sakura ranks second after Ino because if Team 10 doesn’t accompany her on her missions, Sakura does.
Has she done seduction missions? Of course.
(She had to prove to Ino-pig that she could handle delicate missions. Their rivalry is still strong and ongoing to this day.)
Sakura has a few handfuls in her dossier despite the protests from her team at the beginning.
That’s why, when Ino needs to go undercover at a strip club to catch a serial murderer in Mitsu no Kuni, and Shikamaru is in Suna and Chōji helping at the academy for his jōnin-sensei license, Sakura is obviously pulled from the hospital to go with her.
Minato-sama’s face did not look pleased, if only because he could imagine the argument Team 7 would bring to his office when they found out.
But by then, she’ll be countries away, drenched in glitter and with ryo sticking out of her thong.
Like now.
Ino (with green eyes and gold hair) is currently twirling on a pole like it was made just for her. One half of their mission is watching her with a jaw dropped and eyes glassy. The tent in his pants would be impressive if he weren’t a sick fuck.
Sakura takes the chance to take her break and go to the dressing room. She passes other girls on her way, each smiling and congratulating her on her earnings for the first part of her shift.
The second half of their mission is walking toward the exit door. Great for her, but bad for him.
Identical twins with serious anger issues and inferiority complexes, Suzuki Kenji and Aizen are stripper serial killers. After two weeks of investigating, every other girl (alternating between the brothers) disappears a few days later. Enough time for civilians not to be suspicious, but not for shinobi.
Sakura pretends to trip, right by the dressing room door.
“Ah hell…” She groans and pouts, stretching her leg back and looking at her tall heels to make sure they’re unscratched.
“Do you need some help, miss…?”
Sakura jumps and looks up, surprised.
Aizen stands before her, concern written on his face, but the lust (blood or sexual, she can’t determine) dances in his eyes as he blatantly checks her out.
Sakura blinks, takes a moment to check him out just as he did her, and lets a bold smirk grace her features.
Stepping forward, showing off a limp noticeable enough for her target, she adjusts her lean against the wall in an effort to make her perky, scantily covered breasts push up.
“Akane,” She responds. “And yeah. Stupid heels are more trouble than they’re worth, is all.”
She flips her hair over her shoulder casually as Aizen steps forward.
Hand outstretched, he asks, “Need some help getting somewhere then?”
Putting on a dubious face and making a show of looking at his hand skeptically, she huffs, “I was going to get some fresh air out back. The owner is allergic to air conditioning when it comes to the girls.”
Aizen chuckles charmingly and helps her “limp” to the exit door.
They make it outside, and Aizen offers her a cigarette and a light. They both lean their backs against the wall, letting the evening noise be background music.
Sakura is running through potential scenarios where she could get his guard down and kill him, when her senses pick up a third presence in their vicinity.
She doesn’t even get to react because Aizen’s neck is slit and dropping to the ground. Perpendicular to his falling body is a Konoha ANBU uniform and mask. One, any shinobi in ANBU is familiar with.
Sakura glares and snarls, “You just took my target, Crow!”
The ANBU tilts his head, and she can see the red of his sharingan thin as he tries to place her.
“... Haruno Sakura?” He mumbles in the standard ANBU flat. “My apologies, but my client requested the head of this man and his brother. They stole money from them before coming here. Is your hair dyed?”
Sakura picks up on the confusion and uncertainty in his voice. His sharingan could probably see past her eye illusion, but she colored her hair with iryō ninjutsu.
She lets the henge drop from her eyes and forehead, revealing her natural bright green eyes and Byakugō no In, briefly.
Crow nods silently and drops to seal the body away.
I can’t even be mad. I don’t have a body scroll on me.
“So this is why Sasu-chan has been pissy lately?” He asks, moving his mask to the side, revealing his face.
Sakura uses chakra to drag the blood from the wall and floor, collecting it into a ball. Crow wastes no time shooting a small katon at it.
She scoffs and crosses her arms over her chest, “Ino needed backup, and I needed to stretch my legs. I was hoping for more fighting, but..”
Crow chuckles at the scowl she sends his way.
His mouth opens, but whatever he is about to say gets forgotten. Sakura, picking up on the signature of people approaching the exit door, grabs Crow and pulls him so that he looks to be cornering her against the wall.
He transforms himself into a nondescript face, with a top and trousers, following her train of thought easily.
“Ok?”
“Ok?”
Consent given, Sakura falls back into her role, pulls Crow aggressively to her, lips locked in a fierce kiss.
The exit door opens, and another pair looking for a quiet place jump at the sight of them. And it’s quite the sight, this Sakura is sure. Her legs are wrapped around his waist, and her fingers are combed through his curly, dark brown hair. His large palms caress her thighs, and Sakura shivers at the sensation. She kisses him with all intentions of sucking his soul out of his mouth, as a sex worker would likely do. One of her hands leaves his hair, traces his jaw to angle him better. Their groins grind against each other, working up a delicious friction that has her moaning and him hissing.
Their tongues intertwined, and she nips his lightly, gaining a clench-worthy groan from the man.
Shocked gasps and a shut door are the first indicators that the other pair saw them and left in a hurry. Expanding her senses, she immediately clocks that no one else is coming in their direction, and Sakura immediately unlocks her legs from his waist and stops kissing him. Her act is completely over.
Forehead, I got a request to go to Kenji’s hotel later tonight. Rendezvous at the motel in two hours.
Sakura blinks at Ino’s report and immediately starts to plan their next move.
Looking up to apologize and thank Crow in the same breath for his assistance, Sakura is stunned to see his face.
His face is the usual Uchiha alabaster, but the tips of his ears are burning red.
Crow’s Adam’s apple bobs harshly in his throat.
His cat-shaped eyes are sharingan, red and glazed. The tomoe spins rapidly.
What stands before Sakura is not a fellow shinobi currently on an ANBU-grade mission.
No… she recognizes that look.
Who stands before her is not the legendary ANBU agent, Crow, but a man.
A man in shock and currently reeling (or maybe re-evaluating?).
Uchiha Shisui looks at her oddly, and Sakura is greatly concerned for his mental faculties at the moment.
“... Are you okay, Crow? Cause I need to head back in and rendezvous with my teammate.” Sakura asks, slightly concerned.
His voice is gravely, low, and deep when he responds slowly, “Yeah.. Apologies for disrupting your mission, Haruno. Good luck.”
Sakura would very much like to think she repressed the shiver of lust that climbs up her spine at the heated look he gives her, but judging by the smirk on his lips, she did not. The henge drops, and his ANBU mask is back in place. With no warning, he disappears into the night.
With a shrug, Sakura “stumbles” back in, looking a right mess. In her head, she is freaking out.
Why?
Because she just made out with her longtime crush, Uchiha Shisui.
And he liked it.
Ino-pig is going to flip…
Shisui remembers the scene he walked in on moments before he and Itachi accepted their mission. A mission that apparently coincidentally aligned with Haruno Sakura’s.
The infamous new Team 7 had shown up in full capacity, practically growling at Minato-sama. Obito, Kakashi, and Yamato didn’t yell, but their glares were a fierce thing that Shisui did not want to find himself facing.
(Though considering what just happened and his new revelation…)
Sasuke and Sai stood in support behind Naruto as he yelled at his dad for sending Sakura on a mission without them. And at the time, Shisui didn’t know what the problem was. While he did not keep in touch with the rosette, he heard enough to know she was certainly a kage-level shinobi. What with her having surpassed her shishō. What concerns the men of her team would have about the young woman, he couldn’t figure out.
He later heard that she was on a mission with her Yamanaka friend.
Shisui should have really thought a bit more about that tidbit of information.
Yamanaka Ino is well known within the corps and her clan for being the best at seduction and intel gathering. Her beauty unparalleled, and her skill with her family kekkai genkai unmatched.
She is on track to beat Kurenai’s record, in fact. In success rate and amount.
And until moments ago, Shisui had no clue that little Haruno Sakura had the skillset for seduction. Having known her since she was a kid, she certainly was not the delicate or subtle type, despite her misleading looks.
But from what he just saw and experienced firsthand, he’s confident he doesn’t really know the rosette.
“The target, crow?”
“Taken care of, weasel,” Shisui reports, tossing him the body scroll. “You should know that the second target is currently with Yamanaka Ino and Haruno Sakura. I am of the belief that they will handle him. Permission to scout and monitor the situation?”
Not that Shisui was doubting their skills.
Itachi’s eyes widen minutely behind the clay mask, and Shisui sees the ‘aha’ moment flash through his cousin's eyes before he nods, “Approved. Send a crow to track their movements.”
“Roger that,” Shisui confirms.
Yeah, Shisui is determined to get to know the rosette a bit better once they’re both back in the village.