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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue, Part 1
- 2-Prologue, Part 2
- 3-Part 1
- 4-Part 2
- 5-Part 3
- 6-Part 4
- 7-Part 5
- 8-Part 6
- 9-Part 7
- 10-Part 8
- 11-Part 9
- 12-Part 10
- 13-Part 11
- 14-Part 12
- 15-Part 13
- 16-Part 14
- 17-Part 15
- 18-Part 16
- 19-Part 17
- 20-Part 18
- 21-Part 19
- 22-Part 20
- 23-Part 21
- 24-Part 22
- 25-Part 23
- 26-Part 24
- 27-Part 25
- 28-Part 26
- 29-Part 27
- 30-Part 28
- 31-Part 29
- 32-Part 30
- 33-Part 31
- 34-Part 32
- 35-Part 33
- 36-Part 34
- 37-Part 35
- 38-Part 36
- 39-Epilogue
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Sakura popped a small slice of chicken in her mouth. "Hmm, not bad at all! Spicy, with just the right amount of acid," she noted as she idly observed her surroundings. The kunoichi had decided to tour the locale that warm Monday morning; "surveying the battlefield," she labeled it. Besides, the three men had gone out to buy a couple of shirts and some games, so she had nothing better to do.
Being in a village with a lot of bodies of water really balanced out the temperature curve, she thought. The air temperature didn't rise as sharply in the late mornings, as the bodies of water soaked up the heat. On the downside, early evenings were a bit warm and humid, as the heat trapped in the water took some time to dissipate.
'Kami, if this mission were in Suna, we'd probably be dead of dehydration by now,' commented her inner self.
The emerald-eyed woman agreed as she bit into another slice of citrus-flavored fowl. She had decided to eat lunch at a small restaurant not too far from The Three Kings called Gran's. An employee was advertising right outside the club and, upon seeing her, passionately recommended that she try out their food, even handing her several coupons. Though she could afford far more expensive cuisine, she thought she'd have to wait until Kiba got a pay or two, just to keep things consistent.
Along the way, she noted that although there were a lot of smaller establishments around The Three Kings, very few of them had "shows" on Tuesdays, Fridays or Saturdays. Similar to The Three Kings, however, their bars were open every night. 'It's actually a good strategy,' she thought as she took a sip from her iced tea, 'They get the benefits of being close to a certified hot spot, and are bound to get noticed by the kings' patrons one way or another. At the same time, they don't face the overwhelming competition head-on like a bunch of fools.'
"Hey there, sexy little thing," a foreign voice rang.
Sakura's was unable to stop her viridian orbs from rolling. 'Kami, and I'm wearing something less slutty today!' she mentally complained, eyeing her red blouse that showed far less cleavage than what she wore yesterday. She even wore less make-up! 'I swear, I'm never eating here again,' she declared.
'Oh, deep inside, you know you love the attention!' her inner self shot back.
'By "deep inside," you mean you, right?' she teased, to which Inner Sakura responded with an indecent hand gesture.
She sighed loudly and turned to face the black-haired stranger, the third to try his luck with her since she entered the blasted restaurant. In all fairness, the guy was fairly good-looking and had a toned physique. He had hooked each thumb on a pocket, his fingers framing a not-too-shabby bulge. 'Must be an entertainer in one of the smaller clubs,' the kunoichi deduced. She looked lazily at the man's face then down to his crotch, noting how insignificant these assets were compared to those of the three men she was currently bunking in with. "Listen here, buddy," she spoke bluntly, "Girls with booties like mine don't speak to guys with faces like yours, got it? Now why don't you go home and jerk off your tiny dick now?"
Inner Sakura winced, as did the few people who were close enough to hear her remark. 'That was harsh, girl! You really outdid yourself with that one,' the imaginary being said.
The man's face instantly turned bright red. Sakura could almost imagine steam coming out of his nostrils and ears. 'Uh-oh… I think you went a little too far. Remember, you can't beat him to a pulp! You're supposed to be a helpless woman, not a crater-making kunoichi!'
"You bitch!" the stranger bellowed. He looked ready to punch her.
'Crap! So much for planning ahead! I should just dodge the blow then run!' the brunette thought as she prepared to evade the incoming punch.
"Are you hitting on my customers again, Sixty-second Shinta? How many times do I have to beat you up before you learn anything, young man?"
The dark-haired man stopped in his tracks, terror filling his face. He stepped back a few paces, breathing deeply several times in an attempt to calm himself down.
Realizing no blow was coming her way, Sakura decided to trace the voice and found herself looking at the most unlikely form to have gotten such a reaction from her would-be assailant.
The warning came from a small woman that was just around five feet tall. From the lines on her face and the abundant segments of white hair, the medical-nin figured she must be around sixty. Her face wore a stern look and she had her hands on her hips. She wore a rather greasy apron with several stains both old and new littering the off-white cloth like one of those modern paintings which Sakura abhorred. She despised so-called artists who splash random paints on expensive canvas and call it art.
"But she started it, Gran!" the man named Shinta hollered at the old lady. "And don't call me 'Sixty-second Shinta!'"
"You don't have to shout," she scolded, "I'm old, not deaf. Those two things don't necessarily entail each other, you know? Besides, if you didn't hit on her, she wouldn't have turned you down, and you wouldn't have wanted to hit her."
The young man gave Sakura a lecherous look, licked his lips and said, "But I couldn't pass her up. She's one fine piece of pus—"
"I dare you to finish that statement in front of my customers, young man!" the elderly woman's voice boomed, "Run along, now, or everyone'll be calling you 'Thirty-second Shinta' after I'm done with you."
Defeated, Shinta threw his hands into his pockets and walked to the door. On his way, he passed by the emerald-eyed beauty and sneered cockily, "You don't know what you just missed."
Sakura raised a brow and replied, "I think I do." The black-haired man gave the older woman a hateful look for revealing his… weaknesses and continued on to the exit.
'Well, glad that's over,' the hokage's apprentice inwardly sighed. 'I suppose I have to thank that old lady for saving me from that miscalculation.' The shapely kunoichi rose from her seat and approached "Gran" at the counter. The latter had her back turned towards the former, apparently busy preparing another order. She opened her mouth to speak, but even before the first word got out, the older woman addressed her.
"As for you, young lady, you should learn to tame that tongue of yours. I won't always be around to save your pretty little neck."
'For a sixty-year-old, her senses are pretty sharp,' she thought. "Yes," the younger woman said out loud, "I'm terribly sorry for causing trouble. It won't happen again. My name's Mikoto, by the way."
"It better not. And call me Gran. Everybody does."
Sakura gulped slightly at the underlying threat in that statement.
"Oh well, it's really not your fault. Sixty-second Shinta should've known to keep his sex drive in check in my restaurant," she had turned around, carrying a bowl that caught Sakura's eye. "Nanami!" the old lady hollered rather unceremoniously. A lanky female employee ambled towards the counter. She took a quick glance on the number on the receipt and started looking for the corresponding customer number. She found it resting by a young, freckled girl who eagerly took the meal and descended upon it like a wolf.
"It's braised beef on fried rice," the old lady informed the green-eyed ninja, noting how the said green orbs scanned the menu, "Why? You didn't like your lemon chicken?" Gran eyed the unfinished meal on Sakura's table.
"Oh! I liked the lemon chicken," the medical-nin reassured her, "It's just… That meal looked so good!"
The smaller woman laughed. "It doesn't just look good. It tastes good, too!" she declared proudly, "Ain't that right, honey?" she continued, directing the question to her last customer. The girl nodded exuberantly, her mouth too full to respond vocally. She turned back to Sakura, "I'll make you one. It's on the house."
"Oh! No n—"
"I insist." The firmness in the older woman's voice told the medical-nin that she would take "no" for an answer, so the brunette just shrugged and smiled at the smaller woman.
"Suit yourself," she told Gran, "I don't say no to free food." The medical-nin returned to her seat and descended ravenously upon her avian meal, as if emptying her current bowl would make the braised beef arrive sooner.
Gran chuckled at the site of such a delicate beauty eating like a barbarian. She turned around and gathered the ingredients for the meal. For this particular customer, however, the meal would be extra special. The old woman grabbed an extra item from a small drawer. 'So quick to trust,' she thought, chuckling soundlessly, 'You still have a lot to learn…'
'…Haruno Sakura.'

"How about that one?" Kyosuke whispered into Inuzuka Kiba's ears, pointing to a particular saleslady.
The ebony-eyed man looked at the employee his blond companion had pointed and shrugged. "Pretty enough, I guess," he said, "but way too skinny. I bet she pukes her guts out after every meal."
The Golden King's green eyes rolled, "Kami, you're one picky bastard."
Kai groaned. "Come on, guys. Can we focus for a moment? We came here to look for clothes, not women."
"Alright, mommy," the blond king teased, earning him a good whack on the shoulder. "Go on, Jin, look around and pick three items. It's on us. Think of it as a welcoming present."
Kiba hooted, a grin present on his handsome face. Part of the mission or not, he certainly wasn't one to turn down free clothes, particularly when they're from Nexus, one of the most expensive male clothing lines in all of the five great countries. He browsed through the wide selection, from the tank tops to the suits, and decided that he'd just pick out three shirts. 'No point in buying T-shirts in this place,' he reasoned.
Kyosuke peeked from behind the brunet. "Hmm, that one looks quite good," he suggested, pointing to a button-up, short-sleeved, collared shirt. "If you're not getting it, I will," he declared, tossing his sun-kissed locks.
The handsome jōnin picked up the item and examined it. It was made of a rather crisp, white fabric and had intricate, navy blue patterns sewn into the garment. The patterns weren't filled in with color; rather, they were thin outlines formed by a backstitch. 'The guy's got good taste,' the dog-nin mentally commended the green-eyed king.
Seeing the look of agreement on the Platinum King's face, the green-eyed man smiled. "One down, two to go," he said cheerfully.
"Hey, you don't have to walk me through the process like a toddler, you know," the brown-haired jōnin told his fellow kings, "You should have a look around for your own."
Kai, who was looking through a different rack, replied. "Oh, don't worry. We're picking up our own pieces as we go."
Kiba nodded and continued browsing through the racks and came across another piece. 'This one looks very cool,' he thought. It was another short-sleeved, collared shirt; this time, black. It was a zip-up shirt, unlike the first one. Instead of running straight across the middle of the shirt, though, the zipper ran from the asymmetric collar at a 45-degree angle to the left until it reached the left midclavicular line and running straight down after that. A four-inch wide strip ran from the lower edge of the shirt, a bit to the right of the midpoint, straight up, before curving and going over the right shoulder. It crossed the back making its way to the left shoulder, curving one at last time and ending at the edge of the left sleeve, at the lateral aspect. What was interesting about the strip was that it was made of a net-like material that made it practically see-through. There were two pockets with zippers—a rectangular one at the lateral aspect of the right sleeve and a triangular at the lower right part of the front of the shirt, just above the hem.
Kyosuke's jaw dropped upon seeing the garment. "Two words," he said, "kick-ass."
"You know, that's technically one word 'cause it's hyphenated," Kai corrected.
The green-eyed hunk snorted.
The dog-nin chuckled at his companions' bickering. 'They seem to get along really well, considering they've only been together for a week.' He looked at a particular shirt. Considering the designs of his other two selections, he wanted to go for something a bit more toned-down. It was of a greenish blue hue and had thin, herringbone-like, embossed, vertical patterns. 'This should be okay.' He looked at his two companions and noted that each had a couple of shirts draped over an arm. He nodded at them and they proceeded to the fitting rooms.
On their way to one end of the shop, the gorgeous trio became aware that the number of customers and salesladies had increased dramatically during their stay. What was more notable was that they were all women. 'Either a lot of women coincidentally thought of buying their boyfriends or spouses designer shirts at exactly the same time, or they wanted to see us,' the dog-nin mulled, not denying that the situation was causing a rather delightful ego boost. Kyosuke chuckled knowingly. Kai sighed.
When they reached the fitting rooms, they found themselves blocked off by a wall of salesladies. "Sorry, sirs," said a particular short-haired brunette with false eyelashes so long and mascara-laden that Kiba swore they could probably hold a couple of fountain pens, "but the fitting rooms are all occupied right now."
"If you're in a hurry, you might have to do the fitting here, outside," chimed the skinny blonde Kyosuke had pointed at earlier.
Kiba sensed the oxygen being sucked out of the air. Every eye was on the handsome trio, awaiting their decision.
"Occupied?" Kai queried incredulously, "But there aren't any other male customers!"
"O-oh, d-did I say occupied?" the brunette with ridiculous eyelashes stammered, "I meant under renovation."
The lie was so obvious that Kiba couldn't stop his eyes from rolling. 'They want meat,' he thought, shaking his head, 'Thank goodness we didn't pick out pants or underwear.'
"Oh, what the hell!" the emerald-eyed hunk cried, throwing his hands in the air. "Hold these, will you?" he asked one saleslady, dumping the two shirts he picked out in her arms. He, then, promptly pulled his shirt over his head, baring his muscular trunk. Kai shrugged and started unbuttoning his own shirt.
'Well, I guess we'll just have to give them what they want,' the dog-nin thought, 'Besides, I'll be doing far worse tomorrow, so I'll think of this as warming up.' He asked a saleslady to hold his three items and stripped like the other two kings. Practically everyone was ogling at his ripped torso. A good number of women blushed. A few fainted. Some held on to racks to support their enfeebled legs. A few rare ones openly drooled. The handsome jōnin picked out the black shirt and began to put it on. The skinny blonde was beside him in a split-second, offering him help when he clearly needed none. Her interference actually made it harder for Kiba to dress up, making the Inuzuka wonder if that was her aim in the first place. Her wandering hands "accidentally" stroked his hard pecs, abs and arms as she "helped" him.
When he was finally clothed, the short-haired brunette approached him and straightened out the shirt, letting a hand run down the jōnin's rock-solid frame. She went further down than necessary and Kiba felt her hand brush against his tool.
She gasped and withdrew her hand quickly. The dog-nin locked eyes with the saleslady. It was a brief touch, but Kiba knew it was enough to give the woman a fairly accurate idea of his length and thickness while flaccid. "I'm s-sorry, sir," she muttered, looking away, unable to maintain eye contact.
"Are you really?" the brunet grumbled.
"Lookin' good, Jin," Kai complimented.
"Likewise," the dark-eyed jōnin replied.
"So hot," he heard a ebony-haired saleslady with a mole on her right cheek comment dreamily. She snapped from her reverie, though, and stammered, "I m-meant, it's so hot today."
Kyosuke gave the dark-eyed king a toothy grin. "Well then, let's try the rest of these things."

"Thank you! Please, come again!" the salesladies exclaimed as the handsome trio left the shop.
Just before the doors closed completely, Kiba was able to catch a part of the short-haired saleslady's squeal about the size of his assets. He looked back to see that the employees and a few of the customers had huddled near the counter and produced a tape measure with the brunette estimating his length and thickness on the device. When nearly all of the women staggered, he couldn't hold back a derisive snort. 'Wonderful!' he thought.
Kai groaned. "I swear those salesladies come up with the lamest excuses. If the clothes weren't so nice, I wouldn't dare return to that place," the blue-eyed man commented. "The last time I was there, I bought some boxers, and that black-haired girl with the mole kept insisting that she had to help me try them on because there was a certain technique to putting them on."
"Kai, Jin, we're hot and hung," Kyosuke said matter-of-factly, "We're bound to get the same reaction wherever we go, whether we like it or not. Just make the most out of it."
"He's right, you know," Kiba said to the sapphire-eyed man, acknowledging the truth in the statement as he recalled his own memorable anecdotes from Konoha. "Anyway, where to now?" the hunky jōnin inquired as he looked at his watch. He would usually be training at this hour, so he wasn't quite sure what else to do. He had already lifted weights earlier that morning after his scalding encounter with Sakura. He had to schedule his workouts given the location of the mini-gym. He certainly didn't want the other two men walking in on him lifting weights that would put the bulkiest, steroid-enhanced bodybuilders to shame, but he didn't want to limit himself to 250-350-pound weights that men of his build would normally use either. He needed to be in top form, for his instincts told him that he and Sakura would need it for this mission.
"What do we have here? Seems like the whores of The Three Kings are shopping like a bunch of fairies."
The three kings turned towards the source of the scalding remarks and found a buck-toothed man wearing a faded shirt and frayed denim pants. He had four friends with him, all dressed as sloppily as he, and they laughed at his rude comment. "Real men don't go shopping," he finished, the last word uttered in a high-pitched voice and accompanied by a flourish of his hands.
The raven-haired man's mouth twitched. "We work in an industry that's predominantly governed by looks. We won't get customers if we dressed like homeless people, now, will we?" He used his chin to gesture at the offensive bunch.
The tallest king guffawed.
"What!?" came the angered response
"A real man is comfortable enough with his sexuality that he doesn't give a fuck if a task is deemed girly. He just does it 'cause it needs to be done," the onyx-eyed ninja concurred.
"C'mon, guys. Let's go," the emerald-eyed blond beckoned. "No point in going all philosophical and shit with these clowns." The other two men grunted their assent and ambled away from the fuming stranger.
"That's right. Walk away, whores. You're so worthless, you ain't got nothin' to sell but your bodies!" the buck-toothed asshole shouted.
The blue-eyed hunk bristled. He stopped and turned back around, his gaze so menacing the stranger had to force back a whimper. "At least we're worth something. If I looked like you, I'd have to pay someone just for them sleep with me."
Anger quickly replaced the uncouth man's shock. He moved forward, seemingly intent on punching Kai in the face, but he was held back by his friends. The three performers went on their way, a bit tense from the encounter.
Kyosuke was the first to break the silence. "It's a bit early for lunch," he remarked, looking at his own watch. "Oh, I know!" he said excitedly, "Let's pass by Game On and do a bit of browsing, have lunch, then return in the afternoon to dig a little deeper. Then, we can do something fun—maybe billiards."
"Sounds like a plan," the raven-haired man said, leading the way. "I'm dying to see if they've got that new game for the handheld I own."

Sakura patted her belly. She just ate enough food for two people, and Gran even gave her a bigger helping of braised beef than usual. She could've sworn that her meal smelled slightly different. It had a taste that she couldn't quite put her finger on. It was almost… familiar. 'Bah!' she thought, 'I'm probably reading too much into it!' She cast the thoughts aside while she mulled over what the teenage girl had told her about the elderly woman.
She chuckled slightly. She had asked the lanky teenage girl about the history of Gran's. The girl had narrated enthusiastically, oblivious of the huge strand of pork between her upper incisors.
The restaurant has been around for quite a while, it seemed—around thirty years to be exact. Many investors had offered Gran to expand, as she had a lot of customers and actually earned quite a lot, but she had refused time and again. The last pesky businessman and his bodyguards felt a world of pain because they just didn't know when to stop convincing the old woman.
The sixty-year-old was allegedly exquisitely skilled in hand-to-hand combat, explaining Shinta's frightened reaction earlier. She wasn't afraid to show it off, either, resulting in a relatively low crime rate in the area immediately around her restaurant. This had caused rumors to surface about her background. Some claimed that she formerly served as a landlord's guard. Others swore she used to be second-in-command of an underground society which was eradicated by the Yondaime Mizukage.
'Another rumor states that she's actually a man!' she recalled, causing her to giggle. 'Well, whatever she is, or was, for that matter, it's doing the neighborhood a lot of good.' She rounded the corner and found herself nearing the prime objective of her stroll. 'There it is,' she said.
Lord Hisoka's manor was oddly placed. Huge and elegant as she expected it to be, the building was located at the very edge of the village, just as the mission data said. Sakura actually walked for a little over an hour just to reach the place. Behind it, Sakura knew, was a dense forest littered with ponds eventually terminating in a cliff. She scanned the outside, noting and memorizing every crevice and window. She scanned the building by emitting a miniscule burst of chakra not unlike one that would be contained in a small animal like a bird. She detected no barrier; not that she expected any. Even the wealthiest lords found it simply too expensive to hire a skilled ninja capable of maintaining an energy-detecting force field. It was much cheaper to just hire watchmen. The hokage's apprentice continued, walking slowly, her sharp mind calculating every possible scenario and thinking of every possible counter-argument. As she approached the gates, a familiar figure emerged, one that she was unprepared for. He noticed her almost immediately and intercepted her.
"Well, well, well… What brings you all the way out here, Mikoto?" the man's silky voice greeted.
"Hello there, Sano," she greeted, "I was on my way…" The kunoichi's eyes wandered briefly to the buildings behind the man, looking desperately for an alibi. "…there," she finished. "I wanted to get a pedicure. Kyoko-san recommended the shop, so I went all the way out here to see for myself." The kunoichi pointed past the former Silver King at a small, run-down building. "Setsuko's Beuty Parlor," read the sign above it. "So, what are you doing here?"
The brown-haired man turned around and looked at the shop. He regarded it with negligible interest before facing the brunette once more. "One of our regulars asked for me. She canceled, though, when she found out I'm not a king anymore." He looked briskly at her feet. "Hmm, from the looks of it, you just got a pedicure about three or four days ago," he noted. "Anyway," he handsome man continued, shrugging at the medical-nin's apparent vanity, "I suggest you try other establishments. I can't imagine what that brute who misspelled 'beauty' would do to your delicate feet."
The medical-nin giggled and nodded. "I suppose you're right," she said. "Bummer! And I went all the way out here. Anyway, I suppose I'll be seeing you, Sano." She turned around and started walking back.
"Oh, and one more thing," Sano called out to her. Sakura looked back to see the man smirking. "Don't think for a moment that you've got me fooled."
Sakura looked shocked and hurt. "What? I don't know what yo—"
"Just two weeks ago, I was Platinum King," the aquamarine-eyed man resumed, ignoring her completely, "Now, I'm just a regular performer—a 'prince.' What were the chances that three men with ten-and-a-half-, eleven-, and thirteen-inch cocks would appear out of nowhere, and just days apart from one another, for that matter?" His eyes narrowed, "Something is going on. I don't know what, exactly, but I'll find out." He started walking away from the brunette. "Oh, and Kyoko-san does her own nails, so it's either she lied to you and wanted your nails to get ruined, or you lied to me. From what I can surmise, it's probably the latter."
The medical-nin watched Sano's retreating form until he was out of view. 'He's pretty sharp, that one,' Inner Sakura noted, worried.
The outer form concurred, 'I was right. Kiba and I have to tread carefully when around him. More importantly, however, it seems I'll have to keep a closer eye on the other two kings.' The emerald-eyed kunoichi started to make her way back to The Three Kings.
She had backgrounds to dig.

Author's Notes: Reconciliation aside, not much happened in the previous two parts, so I'm giving you guys a rare three-part update.
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