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Dreams	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Kakashi/Sakura Views: 2750 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As they approached the driveway to the Fushinji's home, the "small party" that Fushinji indicated would be held was anything but. As they approached the driveway up to the residence, there was an entire line of vehicles waiting to drop off passengers. Sakura had spent the drive out there reminding herself that this was a mission, not a date with Kakashi in an effort to keep her nerves calm.

She could play the part of a doctor. While much of her medical remedies came in the form of chakra control, she knew plenty about the human body and its ailments. She'd studied all of the non-ninja treatments for medical problems as part of her help in researching better ways of dealing with them. So, that part of her cover would be fine.

She was more worried about the wife of a businessman part. Well, wife wouldn't be difficult. She was certainly not used to being married to Kakashi yet and so much of their relationship was still so new, but she hoped they could play that off with the newlywed angle.

No, the 'businessman' part worried her more. They had hashed out a bit more about his business. A weapons trader by 'day,' he was interested in moving more of his bladed and forged weapons out of the area. Probed further, they agreed he would say something about having an in with one of the hidden villages and leave it at that. They sincerely hoped it wouldn't go that far.

As the carriage made its way slowly through the line, Sakura took a few deep breaths. Kakashi patted her hand and leaned in to her ear. "This is nothing. No reason to be tense."

She grumbled quietly under her breath. "I'm much better at facing these things head on. Or cleaning up afterward."

He chuckled. "You can clean me up after."

She elbowed him, but felt better. "Yeah, well, you haven't seen what I'm wearing under this�yet." That shut him up. They sat quietly for a few more minutes and Sakura studied the house.

House was the understatement of understatements. She was reminded of the Hyuuga compound before the destruction from Pein, but even that had been more spread out. This rose some three stories above the ground in the front part of the house. Even in the dark, she could make out one wing that was off to the right and behind the house. There was likely much more to it, but she couldn't tell from there.

The main part of the house was made of brick and plaster. There were many large windows, all trimmed in white facing the road and all of them were brightly lit. The front door was a huge double affair, currently open with a large queue of people waiting to get in. It had a wide sweeping staircase in front that reminded Sakura of something she'd seen in a movie once. She was starting to feel like maybe she was in a movie.

The scope of the party was starting to get through to her and she turned to Kakashi. "You know, with this many people�"

"I was already wondering the same thing. We'll bide our time, but it's a definite possibility. Let's keep our ears open, though. There's bound to be talk. We need to know who they're attacking, where they're taking them�well, I don't have to tell you."

In an effort to maintain her calm she jabbed at him with her elbow again. "Then why are you?"

"To make you do that. Every time I look over, my eyes go straight down your dress."

She laughed and it helped. "Perv."

"And you love it." The carriage came to a stop in front of the steps. Kakashi stepped down, helped her to step down, then turned to the driver and said something to him. Turning, he placed his hand on the small of her back and they got in line at the steps.

"I've never seen anything quite like this." She whispered to him.

"To be honest, neither have I." He had the invitation out in his hand and was scanning faces, absorbing details, taking in anything he possibly could.

"Then how can you be so cool?" She smiled at a lady standing next to her in a black dress almost exactly like the one she had back in the wardrobe at the inn. She made a mental note to send a thank you card to Yuuki the next day.

"I'm spending my time making mental notes of all the men eyeing you so that I can cut their balls off later in the evening. I don't have time to be nervous." He handed the butler the invitation as Sakura laughed in genuine amusement, turning heads from all directions.

"Oh, damn, now I have to add the butler, two footmen and a poor waiter to the list. At the rate things are going, Fushinji isn't going to have any servants left." Sakura covered her mouth and tried valiantly to keep from laughing again.

"Stop it!" She whispered sternly, then turned her smile to her host and hostess.

"Ah, Mrs. Hatake! How delighted that you and your husband could join us this evening. You look positively enchanting this evening. Please allow me to present my wife, Miho. Miho, Mr. Kakashi Hatake and his wife, Sakura." He was a smooth one, she had to admit that. Sakura turned and smiled warmly at Fushinji's wife and took her hand briefly.

Mrs. Fushinji was shorter than her husband by a good few inches. Sakura towered over her, especially with the new shoes. Mrs. Fushinji didn't seem to care, as she smiled up at Sakura with a warmth and intelligence in her dark eyes. She had long hair pulled up in a complicated twist and wore a formal kimono with several layers.

She leaned forward as Mrs. Fushinji did and realized she had no idea how to behave in anything resembling society. She was saved by the air kiss, however, and then the other lady leaned back. She gave her hand to Mr. Fushinji who kissed her knuckles in another old-fashioned display.

Kakashi shook hands with Fushinji, kissed his wife's knuckles as he'd seen the man do with Sakura, then nodded at something Fushinji said quietly to him. "Please," he said to both of them, "have some refreshments and enjoy your evening."

Sakura took Kakashi's arm as they stepped a little further into the entryway. Ahead of them was another impressive staircase that led to the second floor of the home. There, it split and curved around the open area to disappear above their heads.

The floors here were tiled in alternating black and white with hand carved wooden railings for the stairs and rich deep red carpeting running up to the second and third floors. There were several doors off to each side, the first two seemed to be small private lounges that were currently filled with people. To the right was a door that was closed, but next to it was a set of double wooden doors that opened onto what could only be a ballroom.

This boasted a rich highly-polished wooden floor, high ceiling and an open feel. Immediately to their left was a bar that ran the length of the wall. To the right, the long wall hosted table after table groaning under every type of food imaginable. The opposite end of the long room had a dais set up with a small orchestra currently playing something slow and quiet.

Sakura leaned in to Kakashi's ear as they moved over toward the bar. "If it weren't for electric lighting, I'd swear this was out of another century."

Kakashi nabbed two tall narrow glasses of bubbly wine from a passing waiter and handed her one. "He did say he was a traditionalist."

Sakura sipped her drink. It was sweet and went down very smoothly. She was immediately suspicious. "Yes, but isn't this taking it a bit far?"

Kakashi shrugged a shoulder. "We're still getting an understanding of him. Some of this may be his wife's thing."

Sakura sent him a look and took another sip.

Kakashi smiled. "Not all women are more interested in internal organs than fashion, my dear."

Sakura snorted and turned to look at the ballroom again. The one wall she hadn't paid too much attention to was in fact open to a spectacular garden. There were lanterns everywhere, paths, benches and even a pool. Sakura thought it was a ridiculous waste, considering the ocean was only a few kilometers away, but shrugged it off. She never understood that kind of wealth.

"Let's look around some more, hmm?" Kakashi asked and they started to work their way through the ballroom and out to the gardens.

Sakura didn't understand how a room with one entire wall open to the outside could allow a room to be stuffy, but when she stepped out into the open air again, she realized just how hot it had been. She took another sip of her drink and looked around.

From out here, she could see that the house did, in fact, have two other wings. Both reached back behind the house and both were a single story, as opposed to the three of the main part. She noticed that there were no lights on in the wings, a fact that was not lost on Kakashi, she noticed, when she glanced over at him.

They wandered back inside and, by mutual agreement, decided to try to wander alone for a little while to see what they could find out. He moved toward the front lounges where he'd seen a number of the other men clustered and Sakura walked over to the food table and considered the offerings. After a few minutes of investigation, she picked a few things out she recognized and began nibbling.

It became apparent quickly, however, that the vast majority of talk centered around things that neither had any clue about. Sakura heard more discussion about clothing, hairstyles, food and home d�cor than she ever wanted to hear in her life. It took all of her shinobi training not to roll her eyes the next time she overheard someone ask their friend who their dressmaker was.

Didn't these women ever shop at a store? Inner-Sakura screamed. She wished fervently for Ino in that moment. While she knew Ino wasn't that shallow, she would, at least, have been better able to carry on a conversation with these women. Sighing, she plucked another glass of wine from a passing tray and gave herself a moment in the corner to figure something out.

Were these women really that shallow? Was there nothing else of interest to them? And where did they all come from? For goodness sake, they weren't exactly in a huge city on the mainland. Sakura stared into her drink, still trying to make sense of it, when she felt Kakashi's chakra nearby.

As if reading her thoughts, he said, "apparently, there is a fairly large ship docked at the pier. Most of these people are of Fushinji's other business interests brought in to impress the few locals that he is trying to woo."

Sakura took a deep breath. That made a lot more sense to her. She still shook her head at the foolishness of some of them, but took another sip of her drink. "I don't suppose you found out what this stuff is?"

"It's called 'champagne.' Apparently, it's a western drink. Likely no more potent than our sake."

"Well, that's good. At least I understand something here. I swear, if I have to chat once more about a dress, hairstyle or type of food, I think I'm going to start a food fight just for something to do."

Kakashi laughed and Sakura noticed a number of the women's heads turn in his direction. "Now that would be a sight. But I think that might not be best for our cover, ne?"

She chuckled. "That's okay, I'm not sure our cover will hold for long after I start removing those women's tongues from their mouths for drooling over you."

Kakashi chuckled. "No, that wouldn't do, dear. But just in case you're really worried�" he said and bent over and planted a kiss on her lips.

Sakura would not swoon. She didn't swoon. But apparently, the alcohol in that champagne-stuff was headier than she though and she had to hang on to his arm for a minute to steady herself. "Just don't plant one of those on them and or I'll simply be reviving them instead."

"It only works this well on you." She snorted at that, then turned to look back at the ballroom.

"Okay, now what?" She waved her hand vaguely to encompass the party. "Is there really more we can learn here?"

Kakashi nodded slightly. "Fushinji's 'meeting' is to be held in another few minutes, I believe. How well do you think you can move in those shoes?"

She glanced at him sharply. "What do you mean?"

"He's got security. We've seen them. Do you think, as a woman, that is, that you could slip by them? See if there's anything else to learn here?"

Sakura focused on the details of the security for a moment. Fushinji didn't expect much to come from the party, especially the ladies. There was a single guard at the end of the hall by the ballroom doors leading into the right wing of the house. To the left was another, almost asleep.

"I think I can handle this. Get going, dear and make us lots of money." She giggled ridiculously, but, just for good measure, pulled Kakashi down for a soul-searing kiss of her own.

He stood there a moment, temporarily stunned, but grinned at her when he realized what she'd done. He took a napkin off the nearby table and made sure to clean his face off, then waved a hand lazily as he headed to the other side of the house.
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