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Sai and Hanabi stood before the hokage’s desk as Kakashi read through Sakura’s latest intelligence along with their mission report. The silver haired ninja rubbed his temple thoughtfully, “She had the out, but she stayed undercover.”
Hanabi squirmed, suddenly unsure of her role in the mission, “Sir, you did say it was her call whether she needed out or if she felt it best to continue the surveillance.”
Kakashi sighed, “I did. But considering she just sent us the invasion plans, I would have expected her to come home.”
Sai chimed in, “That must mean Sakura believes her source will provide even more valuable information over the next four weeks… That or she just really enjoys giving blow jobs to random shinobi for money.”
Hanabi and Kakashi both glared at the socially inept artist. Hanabi punched him in the arm, “You do realize she’d break your neck if she heard you say that?”
Kakashi leaned back in his chair, suddenly cognizant of why Tsunade hit the sake so often. He’d sent Sakura and Hanabi, the newly minted chunin, into the heart of an extremely dangerous place. This is why he’d avoided the chair as long as possible. Sure, he could complain about the paperwork and being stuck behind a desk. That was just for show. This was the hard part; sending people he cared about into harm’s way. Having to wait at home when the price of failure was so high didn’t sit well with the new hokage.
“I’m afraid we’ll just have to trust Sakura’s judgement on this one. You two go back in four weeks.” He prayed to whatever god would listen that Sakura maintained her cover and stayed safe. The Land of Fire and the Land of the Mountains were at the very brink of war.
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Sakura took a long, slow drag on her evening cigarette. It seemed as though everyone in Yamagakure smoked, so she picked up the vile habit to fit in. Now she understood why Asuma-sensei never quit. The taste and feel of tobacco was so relaxing. It was a tiny reward at the end of a long day. Hanabi had given her the chance to go home. End the mission, disappear back to Konoha, back to life as a medic in the hospital. No more whoring, lying, spying. She’d nearly taken the out, but she was just now getting good results. There was too much at stake for her to take the easy path. She knew she could get more from Hideo and the others. She just needed to play her cards right, keep her head down, and do her job. There was no way the Yamakage would invade before spring anyway. One more month here in this god-forsaken shit hole, then she’d go back to Konoha. Just one more month.
The kunoichi stretched, easing into her evening meditation; clearing her mind and body for sleep after another full day.
The alarm went off too early, even though it was noon. Sakura sat up groggily, lighting a morning cigarette to gather her thoughts and wake up. A cigarette and instant coffee; the breakfast of champions. She smirked at the odd thought. The muted sounds of the jukebox and conversation below reminded the kunoichi that her shift tending bar started in an hour, so she needed to get herself moving.
Tending bar itself was easy enough. She dressed for tips, smiled at the customers, listened to conversations where she could, always scouting for information. There were also her late-night customers, the ones who wanted more than just a cup of sake or a look at the eye candy. Some of them had juicy bits of information, though they seldom realized the value of the pieces she extracted. Sakura could analyze with the best of them. Ino and Shikamaru were better, but Ino hadn’t been available for this mission. So here was Sakura, posing as Yoko, a desperate young bartender trying to support a kid sister.
She’d only been behind the bar an hour when Saizo walked in. The security chief was a striking figure. Short black hair with scattered strands of gray and a perfectly trimmed goatee framed his serious face. He was one of the tallest men around, at six feet four inches. His athletic physique and broad shoulders would be attractive in another circumstance.
Every eye went to the door and every mouth shut as the fearsome chief inspector entered the pub. An eerie silence filled the room as the stern shinobi stepped to an open space at the bar. “Barkeep! A pint, please.” Clearly a man used to giving orders, the please was a mere formality of speech.
Yoko smiled as she drew the cold beer into a frosty mug, setting it in front of the imposing man. Internal alarms fired left and right as the petite kunoichi reviewed various contingency plans while maintaining her calm façade, “Here you go, sir. Can I get you anything else?”
Saizo smirked. “You must be Yoko, am I right?” He eyed the kunoichi as he sipped the cold beverage she’d given him.
Yoko swallowed hard, feeling the eyes of every patron as she strove to keep her wits. “Yes, sir.” She nodded, idly wiping the bar with a rag as she tried to work her way to the other end of the bar.
Saizo reached a long arm across the bar, taking Yoko by the hand, “Don’t run off on me, darlin’. I just want to talk a little. You can listen to an old man talk a minute, can’t you?” The question was more of an edict than a genuine query.
Yoko turned her attention back to the commanding shinobi, her eyes down as she endeavored to become invisible. “Of course, sir. We still have our lunch menu available, if you are hungry.”
Saizo winked at the bartender as he brought her hand to his lips, kissing the back lightly as he faced the small young woman. “Oh, I’m hungry; that’s certain. I hear that you know how to satisfy the kind of hunger I have.”
Yoko cleared her throat, forcing an even tone in her voice, “Well, the special today is a tuna melt. I can get one started for you, if you like, sir.” She did not like where this was going. Was he really looking for a fuck or was her cover blown to smithereens?
Saizo grinned wickedly at the sweet young bartender, “Darlin’, what I want ain’t on the menu.” He paused, taking a long sip of his drink, waiting for her response.
Yoko simply looked down, knowing it was a play to make her speak in the uncomfortable silence. She wiped some glasses with her rag, pretending the silence was no big deal.
Saizo finally went on, “You see, I’ve been talking with Hideo this morning. You do know Hideo, right?”
Yoko nodded. “Yes, sir. He’s a regular customer here.” Shit. This was not going well.
The massive man continued, “I hear that the two of you are close… very close.” His eyes bored into the now timid girl in front of him.
She continued to gaze at the counter, seemingly entranced by a stubborn speck of dust on one of the glasses. “Respectfully, sir. That’s a private matter. It’s none of your business.”
Saizo took a moment to process her response, then burst into maniacal laughter. “Hahaha! I can assure you, ‘Yoko’, that your relationship with Hideo is indeed my business. Now, you can answer my friendly questions here, or we can take you into custody and talk in my office. Which do you prefer?”
Yoko continued to play her part, though by the way he used her name, she was fairly certain her cover was blown to hell. “Sir, I’m happy to answer all of your questions, it’s just, well, a bit embarrassing.” One of the benefits of being a medic nin was being able to make yourself blush. “Just… please, sir, this is a public place. Could we please go to the back room to speak? Please.” She looked up hopefully, giving the stern man her best green puppy dog eyes.
Saizo looked over the young bartender again. He knew the leaf used kunoichi, but this girl looked so small and young. She looked as though she’d lied about her age to get a job. That she was whoring on the side was no surprise, lots of women in the village put out to make ends meet. But the idea that this puny girl was a powerful shinobi did stretch the imagination. Perhaps she was a go between. He’d try being nice first. “If that would make you more comfortable, Yoko, let’s talk in the back. Shall we?”
Yoko bowed lightly and motioned the powerful shinobi to follow her to the back room. “Thank you, sir.” She squeaked out. She made herself look weak and powerless. The kunoichi used deception. She had weapons in the back room and a flimsy wall wouldn’t keep the sannin’s apprentice from running. It was cold out, but she’d concern herself with clothes once she had some distance.
Saizo towered over her as they stepped into the combination kitchen and office. He placed a kindly hand on her shoulder as he adjusted his tactics, “Yoko, I understand a girl like you has to do… things… in order to make ends meet.”
Yoko gasped, “Sir, prostitution is illegal, and I would never do anything against the law!” She stammered.
The imposing officer shushed her. “That’s not why I’m here. I don’t care if men pay you for sex. In fact, considering what I see all the time, if men pay you for sex, that’s probably better than the alternatives. I just need to understand what’s been going on between you and Hideo. And why.”
Yoko nodded thoughtfully. “M-me and Hideo.” She looked up at the powerful man with her frightened little girl face, holding his attention there as she quietly took hold of a sedative laden needle from beneath a stack of papers on the desk next to her. Before he even saw her move, she jabbed the weapon into his large hand.
The large man was stunned, “Why you!” He reached to strike the young woman, but his world went black, and he collapsed on her instead.
Sakura laid the enormous man on the floor as she quickly reassessed her position. There were at least 2 other officers with him in the bar, they’d pick up on a problem soon enough. Front door was out, she couldn’t get to the stairs without being seen. Punching through the wall would draw attention. So, she opted for going through the small window over the sink.
Her feet barely hit the snow-covered ground in the alley when a needle struck her throat. “Fuck!” She tried desperately to metabolize the drug, but it was too fast. Sakura slumped into a pile of snow, unconscious.
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