Heart-Shaped Box | By : JazzyBell Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Kakashi/Sakura Views: 7458 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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The man pulled out of Hisa and Sakura knew then that her education with Kurenai was lacking in a few areas. She had been told that once a man was finished that his member would become flaccid but this was not the case with Hisa. No, her client appeared to be just as ready as he was when he entered the room. He grabbed Hisa by her hair and dragged her off the bed throwing her onto the floor causing Sakura to wince.
Tears filled Sakura eyes and she was grateful for it since it obscured her vision. But not enough so that she couldn’t see Hisa’s perfect lips wrap around the client’s cock. Her pink tongue darted out tasting the head causing the man to shiver slightly before he reached down and grabbed her neck forcing her to take his whole length inside her. Hisa’s arms raised and she placed them on his thighs seemingly to get her balance or perhaps to stop him from choking her and that was when Sakura spilled the contents of her stomach inside the room. Ari gasped and let out a few angry words. Before she knew it she had been dragged out of the room and led back to what she assumed was her bedroom. ::: “Excuse me, sir, but I’m afraid this auction is by invitation only.” The man, presumably the doorman or butler, calmly extended his hand waiting for Kakashi to present the expected invitation—the one that he did not have. Kakashi raised the brow over his single exposed eye arrogantly and more than a little angrily. “Who, exactly, are you to question me?” The butler spluttered a time or two at the question before straightening his back and letting anger cloud his features. It wasn’t enough to match Kakashi’s ‘indignant’ anger but it was enough to push him to do the job he had been hired for. Kakashi took a moment to silently admire the man. He was fearless. “And who are you to come in here unannounced. Present your invitation or I will call for security.” Kakashi shrugged his shoulders. “Do what you will but I assure you that if you take things that far—“ Kakashi’s voice filled with menace before he completed his sentence, “you will regret it.” A few seconds later Kakashi learned that the doorman had no cares for regret nor did he give a rat’s ass for threats. He called for security and Kakashi allowed a small smile to grace his lips when they arrived. The security detail was ninja. He sensed their presence long before he had even entered the residence and he was certain they hadn’t sensed him. If they had they wouldn’t be standing before him now. They would have run in fear since in comparison they were mediocre unless they were hiding their power…but he doubted that. They wore standard ninja garb. At a glance they didn’t look the least bit intimidating but that could have been deliberate. Regardless of his first impression he couldn’t afford to underestimate them. So he would treat them like any other enemy that he had haphazardly come across. The butler explained the situation to one of the ninja while the other stared hard at his uncovered face. Yes removing his mask, which he considered an essential part of him, had become something of a necessity. Anyone who saw a man who vaguely resembled him wearing a mask would know that the Copy Ninja was in their midst. That was knowledge no one could have for the sake of the mission, for the sake of Sakura. After an extended silence Kakashi silently hoped the ninja weren’t staring because he liked what he saw because that would just be awkward since he didn’t swing that way. He hated removing his mask. “Aren’t you…?” The ninja started but his voice trailed off and that was when Kakashi knew why he was being stared at so closely. Those who had specifically requested him knew that if he came he would be recognized. They, in a way, had secured his access into the brothel. He should have been pleased but he wasn’t. The man’s face paled and his arm reached out to grab his companion before leaning over and whispering something in his ear. Both men stared at him before they turned to the butler and said, “He can enter.” “He does not have an invitation. The Madam’s instruction clearly stated that no one is allowed entrance without an invitation.” “I don’t give a fuck what your fucking Madam’s instructions were. If she wants to keep him out then she needs to escort him out herself,” stated the ninja that noticed who he was immediately. The butler’s face turned red with indignation before he stalked off presumably to fetch his mistress. The man was really determined to throw him out on his ear. Kakashi smirked. It didn’t take him long to return with his Mistress who looked irritated by the disturbance. “What is going on here?” She demanded looking first at the shinobi and then at him who smiled lazily at her. She hesitated a moment hers eyes lingering for a second longer than she probably intended before focusing her attention back on the ninja. They, in turn, said nothing so the pushy butler offered an explanation. “This man,” He extended a finger and pointed it in Kakashi’s direction like a whiny child, “does not have an invitation and yet he is demanding entrance.” It was then that Kakashi truly looked at the woman. She turned her piercing green eyes on him and for a second or two Kakashi was certain she saw into his soul. Her hair was pulled up in artful coils framing her face making her look young and innocent. Her skin looked smooth to the touch and a part of him wanted to reach out and verify this. “Who are you?” She inquired and Kakashi smiled at her. “You don’t know?” Kakashi inquired and one of the ninja moved swiftly to her side and whispered in her ear. He caught the words ‘massacre’ and ‘Dojin’ and knew they had the story straight. He waited silently to see what the Madam’s reaction would be since it would tell him much about her personality. If she turned him away she was reckless and arrogant. If she welcomed him with no hesitation she was foolish and the mission would be over swiftly. Her back stiffened, and she stood up straight pulling herself up to her full five feet two inches. 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