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Tidal Wave - The Shark and the Blossom	By : LemonCrisis Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2457 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sakura sighed and brushed a stray piece of hair out of her face with the back of a soap-sudded hand. She was unused to having long hair; she'd had to dye it, and the chocolate coloured extensions she currently wore pinned in an elaborate style were an unfamiliar and unwelcome weight. Unfortunately, that and the coloured lenses she wore was a necessary disguise.
It was a mid-ranked mission - not particularly dangerous, but it was important politically nonetheless. The Fire Daimyo was having delicate medical treatment for an on-going condition, which had recently taken a turn for the worse. He would shortly be in trade negotiations with the Water Daimyo in neutral territory, and needed a skilled medic-nin with him for his twice-daily treatments - one in the morning and one in the afternoon. Unfortunately, due to his paranoid personality, he wanted the nin undercover and had refused all attempts to sway him otherwise, even though having an undercover nin with him would be devastating should it be discovered. It would require a medic nin with exceptional chakra control to pull it off. Thus Sakura was now posing as an employee of the hot springs resort the negotiations were going to be taking place at. She had started work last week, some of each Daimyo's staff would be arriving the day after tomorrow, and the Daimyos themselves wouldn't be arriving for another week. It had seemed prudent to be an 'existing' member of staff rather than arrive at the same time as the Daimyo's staff. It made things more awkward for her, but the Daimyo was adamant that he didn't openly want a medic-nin with him, lest it make him look weak or disadvantaged. In the end, Sakura had only agreed to work undercover purely because of the extra wages. A few weeks of working in the high-end resort would add a very nice chunk to her income.
However even the extra money was not enough in Sakura's mind to have to put up with men like the one she'd encountered in the restaurant. Inner Sakura had been howling for blood and this close to punching him through the doors and back into the bar area where he'd come from. Luckily for him however, she had excellent self-control, and prided herself in prioritising mission success above almost anything else. Even if it meant having to put up with crap like that from guys. One day she'd find a man who would treat her with respect and would have her back. But until IF that day ever came, sharp-eyed opportunists would take one look at her left hand and see her as free game. Or, like the man today, they wouldn't even care if she was taken or not and just harass her anyway.
She sighed again and finished washing the last few plates, stacking them on the drainer and drying her hands. She glanced at the clock on the wall. Ugh, she'd run ten minutes over her shift thinking about that idiot of a man. She paused, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, which she released slowly through her mouth while purging all annoyance. It really wouldn't do her any good to dwell on it. With some semblance of inner calm restored Sakura left the kitchens, nodding to staff members in greeting as she passed them in the corridors of the onsen's main building.
One of the perks of her current position was that the onsen looked after its employees. That meant comfortable on-site accommodation, and access to a staff-only hot spring. It was only a small-ish one, divided in half by a sturdy bamboo screen, but it was more than good enough for an end of day soak. She stopped off in her room briefly to grab her bathing items, then headed out the back door of the staff house, which was pretty much built on top of the employee's designated spring.
Sakura hummed happily to herself as she stripped off her uniform in the little changing room, placing each piece of clothing neatly in the basket provided before wrapping one of the white towels around her slim figure. She turned to the full-length mirror on the opposite wall and studied herself. She'd never thought she'd miss her absurdly coloured hair, but as she pulled the pins from her dyed locks and watched the chocolatey brown tresses fall to her shoulder blades, she realised that she actually liked her natural colour. It made people underestimate her - after all, a nin with pink hair would be difficult to take seriously if the opponent didn't know her. Sakura had always been underestimated, and as annoying as it was, she'd grown to learn to use it to her advantage. She still managed to surprise her colleagues on a regular basis.
Sakura soaked in the spring for a good half an hour before deciding it was probably best that she get out lest the whole of her extremities turn wrinkly. Luckily for her the extensions in her hair had been fused with chakra, not held in with glue - or they would have come unstuck by now after a week of indulgent hot spring dousing. It wasn't everyday she got to go to a high-class onsen, and she was making use of her free time to use the staff facilities to their fullest.
Sakura made her way back to her room, barefoot and dressed in one of the onsen's white guest robes. Her uniform had been dropped off at the laundry room on the way - another perk. All her washing was done for her, and she had several complete uniforms in her wardrobe so she wasn't likely to run out. The only down side to working here was that she was finding it increasingly hard to use up all her free time, even when she was using the staff facilities. There was only so long you could spend in the water, and she couldn't exactly train while undercover. The library in the main house was limited to fiction, which Sakura had never really had time for before. She was tempted to try one of the romances, for pure escapism. Maybe tomorrow she'd visit and pick a book or two.
She sat on the edge of her bed, still clad in the robe, and began brushing out her hair with her eyes closed. It had taken her a few days to get used to having long hair again, but she found the act of brushing the lengths quite soothing. A sudden knock on her door had her nearly jumping out of her skin and she frowned across the room, body tensing. She hadn’t heard anyone approaching.
The knock sounded again, harder this time and she got up from the bed, feeling oddly wary. She had no weapons stashed in her room - partly because she couldn't risk anyone finding them, and partly because her fists were her best weapons - so she edged to the door still holding the hairbrush. One of the first things taught at the academy was that anything could be potentially used as a weapon, even something as unassuming as a hairbrush. Her hand reached out to touch the doorknob and she pulled it down, tugging the door open to reveal a very tall, very muscular, and very blue s-rank missing nin.
Sakura skidded backwards, dropping to a defensive crouch, "Kisame." She hissed.
He stepped inside the room, pushing the door shut behind him with the pads of his fingers, eyes never leaving her, "Kunoichi."
It was then that Sakura registered his lack of weapons. Actually, he seemed to be lacking anything nin-like at all. He was in civilian garb; black jeans and a plain black tee, and he looked good. The capped sleeves showed off his shoulders and biceps. She blinked at him, "What the hell are you doing here?"
He raised his eyebrows, "I'm on leave." He said shortly, before tilting his head and adding, "I was actually going to ask you the same question, but I've changed my mind."
"Why?" Sakura remained in her defensive crouch. Even with him weaponless, it was obvious to her that she couldn't take Kisame on with any realistic chance of remaining undercover, and her mind whirled trying to come up with a solution that would leave her cover intact for her mission. The longer he talked, the longer she'd have to think.
"I already know why you're here." His eyes dropped to the hairbrush she clutched, then back up. He grinned at her mockingly, "I've been watching you."
Damn.
Sakura straightened and stared him straight in the eyes. The next move was his then. She wasn't about to attack him futilely just to get her cover blown.
They stared at each other for several long moments, Kisame seemingly at ease and Sakura tensed, waiting.
Then Kisame spoke again, "I could make you scream, Kunoichi."

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