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Shotaiken	By : mischiefmaker Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1251 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 2
- 3
A/N: There�s quite a bit of KibaSaku in this
chapter. Hey, she�s trying. She really is.
Warnings: Some lime, although nothing too graphic.
Disclaimer: Nope, still don�t own it.

Shotaiken
Chapter 3: Try And Try Again

A week had passed, and Sakura found that her daytime
routine had pretty much returned to normal. No more questioning looks from
Tsunade-sama. No more Kakashi-sensei dropping by to check on her, and for that,
she was grateful. Her evenings, however, were filled with studies of a new
sort.

She understood the basic (and a few of the more
complicated) mechanics of sex - medical training, a few books demanded by
teenage curiosity, and a friend who more often than not tended to give way
too much information about her exploits had already made sure of that. It was
the subtleties of inexperience that Sakura knew would be her downfall. She had
no idea how to approach someone, much less seduce him.�

The formal kunoichi training at the academy had consisted
of cooking, flower arranging, and other bits of garbage that, unless she went
undercover as a servant or by some stroke of good karma married Sasuke-kun and
lived happily ever after in domestic bliss, were utterly useless. Etiquette and
subterfuge - things that in her opinion all ninja should know in varying
degrees - were the only worthwhile lessons Sakura had received from it. Not
that she�d ever really used them either, but at least she could see where
they�d come in handy.

It seemed the real kunoichi training was a less formal,
more esoteric occurrence as Konoha did not officially teach its young
girls the best ways to seduce and kill; It was a matter of security clearance
that was apparently given on an �as needed� basis. The scroll she�d received
from Tsunade was the only one of its kind that Sakura had ever seen, and she
had no idea if it was written specifically for her or if it was passed from
kunoichi to kunoichi. She didn�t really feel like asking either.

Reluctantly, Sakura decided the information contained
within it was invaluable. She�d spent the past week scouring over it, absorbing
everything she could. The nonverbal cues, the various role types different men
went for, when to be subtle and when to be direct, fetishes - although, some of
them she could�ve done without ever knowing about actually; all of these
lessons filled her conscious thought as she sat on a park bench, quietly
observing her target.

She only hoped she didn�t fall flat on her face during
execution.

Sakura�s eyes continued to peek over the top of the
newspaper, a prop she�d purchased from a vendor shortly after catching sight of
the person she�d been looking for. It was, after all, more practical to pretend
to have an innocent reason to be there than to bother hiding from a ninja who
had heightened senses at his disposal.

As her eyes drifted over the dark-haired teenager playing
with his now massive canine companion nearby, an interesting thought occurred
to her. �He�s actually not too bad in the looks department.� The realization
shocked her. When had her opinion of Inuzuka Kiba changed from stinky dog-boy
to mildly hot? She couldn�t deny it, though, when he jumped, and the action
caused his jacket to ride up revealing the taut muscles beneath.

She swallowed audibly, imagining those muscles tense and
ripple as she� A ball landed at her feet, interrupting her thoughts, and she
only had a moment to brace herself before a hundred-plus pounds of fur and
slobber collided with her and the bench as he dove for the toy. Sure, she
could�ve leaped out of the way, but this was exactly the opportunity she�d been
waiting for.

Although, when the bench toppled over backwards and the
freight-train of a dog ended up in her lap, Sakura decided that maybe she
should�ve thought that plan through a little better.

�Akamaru!� Kiba called as he jogged toward them. �Get up,�
he scolded, pulling him off of her. The animal whined at the reprimand as he
quickly scrambled off of her and sat down next to his master. �Sakura? You
okay?� Kiba asked with a note of surprise in his voice.

She took his outstretched hand and allowed him pull her up
onto her feet. �Fine. He just surprised me. I guess I was a little distracted,�
Sakura answered with a slightly embarrassed smile. How many chunnin get plowed
over by dogs after all? �He�s gotten so big!� she exclaimed, reaching
over to scratch Akamaru behind the ear.

�Yeah, he�s strong, too,� Kiba proudly stated. �He just
gets a little over-excited sometimes when we�re playin� around.�

Akamaru made a noise in the back of his throat that Sakura
interpreted as possibly insulted. Not having spent much time with ninja dogs of
the non-speaking sort, she wasn�t sure, but it wasn�t a happy noise, that much
she could tell. Smiling, Sakura just scratched some more.

�So, you two have the day off I take it.�

�Yeah. He wanted to come by the park for a while, maybe
meet a few bitches, since we�ll be gone for a few weeks.�

Sakura�s eyebrow twitched, her brain tripping over the
word �bitches� until she finally put it into context and understood. Dogs.
Right. �Wait, gone for a few weeks?�

�Mission?� she asked curiously. When Akamaru barked in
response, she couldn�t help but jump. He was somewhat frightening when you were
right up next to him.�

Kiba chuckled a little at her reaction before answering.
�Yeah, we leave in the morning.�

Sakura nodded as she began to process everything. This was
a setup she could work with, she decided. It would give her the distance she
wanted afterwards at any rate. She swallowed nervously; it was time to put to
use all that she�d learnt.

Letting her gaze trail up him slowly before settling on
his eyes, Sakura tried very hard to exude a confidence she most definitely was not
feeling right then and asked, �Did you have any plans for the rest of today?�

It was impossibly hard not to look away, especially when
Kiba�s eyes widened a fraction. He recovered quickly, though, grinning
wolfishly as his eyes pinned her to the spot. If her heart rate wasn�t already
flying a mile a minute, it most certainly would�ve been then.

�I�m open to suggestions,� he replied lowly, the grin
never leaving.

Normally being on the receiving end of that look and tone
aroused nothing but indignation within Sakura, and to some extent, it did this
time as well. But she smothered it as quickly as she could. �He�s interested;
that�s a good thing. It puts me that much closer to completing my goal,�
she told herself.

And that was when her traitorous mind imagined his eyes
roaming over her unclothed body with the same expression on his face. Sakura
resisted the urge to shiver.

He was watching her, his head cocked slightly to the side,
and Sakura then seemed to realize he was still waiting for some sort of answer.
�Oh, shit. Now what?� she thought nervously. She felt herself heating up and
hoped beyond all hope that she wasn�t blushing. �I um� Well,� Would you like
to�uh.� Stab me with a kunai, please? Good grief! I�ve turned into Hinata,
Inner Sakura groaned.

Kiba chuckled lightly, the intensity of his gaze softening
as he did. �How �bout we take a walk?� he asked with a genuine smile as he
nodded toward the dirt path that circled the park.

�Yes,� Sakura firmly replied, knowing her face was
red by that point. �That would be nice.�

The two chatted about Sakura�s medic training, Akamaru�s
improvement, bizarre missions (non-classified, of course), and even a few of
the more entertaining rumors circulating the village which she mentally
apologized to Shikamaru for afterward. She found herself truly enjoying Kiba�s
company. He was warm and friendly, and thinking about it, she had no idea why
it surprised her really. Regardless, she was thankful to be able to relax
somewhat around him.

Sakura couldn�t help but watch as he laughed loud and deep
with a level of abandon she couldn�t remember ever having. It was a beautiful
sight. He glanced over, noticing the way she was watching him, and grinned.

She wasn�t really surprised when he bent down and kissed
her softly, since she�d done everything she could to invite his advances: the
slightly longer than necessary eye contact, touching his arm as they talked,
leaning into him as they walked together.

Nor was she surprised when he leaned into her and deepened
the kiss, coaxing her tongue to play with his. It was her first kiss; she
should�ve spent more time to dwell on that, but instead, Inner Sakura was busy
doing a victory dance and yelling I�m in!

She did surprise herself by the boldness of her next move,
though. Breaking the kiss, she looked him square in eye, and, before she could
chicken out, asked, �You want to go somewhere?�

If he was surprised, he hid it well, because Kiba only
raised an eyebrow. �Somewhere?�

She thought perhaps he was playing with her � he was
grinning again, after all � but she just wasn�t sure. �Do I play along? Should
I spell it out for him?� Mentally wincing, Sakura decided to just go with the
middle ground.

�You know,� she whispered as playfully as she could and snaked
a hand around his waist and up under the hem of his shirt where her fingers
brushed lightly over the skin they found. �Away from the others.� She let her
eyes scan over the park and its patrons before settling back on his face,
hoping it was enough to make her intentions known. There was no way she�d be
able to actually say it. This was probably as bold as she could go anyway.
As it was, her heart was already pounding against her ribcage so violently, she
was certain he could hear it, too.

Kiba simply smirked and took her hand. �I know of a place.�

~*~

Sakura wrinkled her nose as she glanced around the cabin.
There was dust everywhere, but it did offer some privacy from passerby�s unlike
the middle of the forest. It wasn�t as if she could bring him home or anything,
and she assumed the situation was similar for him as well. For a moment, she
wished they�d just sucked it up and gotten a room at one of the inns. �The
rumors it would start might actually be worth it,� she thought bitterly. There
would likely be a few anyway due to their little moment in the park.

Suddenly, she found herself between a wall made of
rough-cut pine and one rather predatory looking Inuzuka Kiba, his hand planted
next to her head blocking the escape route to her left.

�So,� he drawled, �Any particular reason you wanted to go somewhere?�
He grinned, exposing a mouthful of sharp teeth.

This time she knew he was playing with her;
unfortunately it didn�t make her next course of action any easier. Sakura only
swallowed and nodded, unable to find her voice right then.

�This is a mission,� she told herself. �I�m a kunoichi. I
can do this.� She reached up and grabbed the pull of his jacket and slowly
unzipped it. He allowed her to slide it off his shoulders and take in the sight
of his mesh-covered torso a moment before he leaned in again. Kiba kissed her
deeply; the full length of his body pressed up against hers as his hands dove
into her hair and angled her head where he wanted it.

She tried to concentrate on the sensation of his tongue
sliding against hers, the feel of his body, and not the faint scent of
dog that was trying to invade her senses. Her hands gripped his shoulders,
noting how the thick muscles there tensed and shifted.

He released his hold on her head and wrapped his arms around
her waist. A noise unintentionally escaped her throat when one of his hands
slid down to her ass and pulled her roughly against him. Some place deep within
her belly slowly began to forget about the scroll, Tsunade, Kakashi, future
missions, all of it as a tingling warmth slowly filled her. For the first time
that day, the jittery feeling in her stomach wasn�t just anxiety; it was actual
arousal.

His lips cut a path down her neck as his other hand began
toying with the zipper on her top. He pulled it down slowly, exposing her collar
bone where his mouth quickly descended, down past her breasts, and eventually
off to the side. Brushing the material off to the side, he cupped her breast,
slightly grazing his thumb over the peak. As she felt her nipple harden in the
wake of his touch, Sakura sucked in a breath.

A dozen thoughts swirled in her head, the most prominent
being how surprisingly good it felt. His knee slid between her legs just then,
as if to emphasize her thought, causing his thigh to press against her aching
core. Gasping, she automatically ground against it without even thinking.

The next thought that danced through her consciousness,
though, was guilt. She wasn�t supposed to like this, was she? Sakura
knew women often enjoyed sex � even she was no stranger to the occasional
instance of self-exploration. But she wasn�t supposed to like being pinned
against a wall in a dirty, abandoned building and being groped and teased by
Kiba, a boy she barely knew. She wasn�t supposed to want him to do more,
to crave his touch.

Her bra was tugged aside and that hot mouth was then on
her breast, lightly sucking on the nipple. She moaned and clenched a fist in
his hair as the other tightened on his shoulder. She wanted more, so much more.
Sakura squirmed, trying to find more friction from his thigh, and he answered
by flicking his tongue repeatedly over her tightened flesh. She gasped and
pulled his head closer. Oh god, she wanted it, needed relief so bad it almost hurt.

This was nothing like what she�d experienced before. Those
times in the shower or late at night in her bed had been lazier, a slow, manual
build up that eventually teetered over into pleasure. Unlike those times, she now
felt lightheaded and her entire body seemed to be electrically charged as
Kiba�s mouth continued to tease her. It was almost like an influx of chakra
surging through her. She idly wondered if it felt the same for him.

Then suddenly, it was gone. �Why did he stop, damn it?!�

Kiba stepped back and grinned as he pulled his shirt over
his head. Leaning her head back against the wall as she took a few deep breaths
to calm down, she watched a rather nasty scar on his stomach twitch as his
muscles bunched and pulled. Sakura noticed the fine line of hair below his
navel that disappeared under his pants; for some unknown reason, it made her
want to giggle. �Maybe stress has made me delirious.� The thought made want to
laugh even more.

The pause in the activities helped clear her head a
little, and the guilt over what she was settling for - and that�s exactly what
this recommended mission was about, settling now so that she didn�t feel completely
violated later - came quickly tumbling back like a tide, taking a few pieces of
her resolve with it. Wasn�t her first time supposed to be special? It was hard
to feel special with someone she didn�t know very well who was openly leering
at her, not gazing at her tenderly as she had always imagined this moment would
be.

When he grabbed her wrist, though, she shoved her doubts
as far down as she could and let him guide her toward the futon in the corner.
�I�m a kunoichi. I can do this.�

Stopping in front of the dusty bed, Kiba turned toward her
and slid her shirt off her shoulders. He leaned down and kissed the sensitive
skin just below her ear as his hands snaked around her back and made quick work
of her bra. When it dropped to the floor and he leaned back to look her over,
Sakura felt her self-consciousness rear its huge, ugly head.

Before she even had time to dwell on it, though, his hands
were on her again, unbuckling her skirt as the low, husky voice in her ear gave
her brain something else to panic over.

�Touch me.�

Sakura blinked owlishly as Kiba�s lips danced along her
shoulder raising goose bumps as they went. �Huh?�

He chuckled lightly as he grabbed her wrist and placed her
palm on his crotch to emphasize the request. �Touch me,� he repeated
before nipping at her ear.

She could feel his erection through his pants, and it kind
of scared her if she were to be completely honest with herself. This was
uncharted territory. All of it was actually, but this� There was no
going back after this. She was about to have sex with Kiba in a dirty, little
shack, with his dog outside.

A few more pieces of her resolve crumbled.

Sakura closed her eyes, gathered what little scraps of
courage she could find, and timidly gave the bulge in her hand a little squeeze.
Kiba groaned appreciatively next to her ear, and the slight aching returned
between her legs at the sound. She was loath to admit that those small bursts
of arousal were probably the only thing still keeping her there. This
was a lot harder than she�d thought it would be when they were laughing
together earlier in the park, especially now that he was rocking his hips
against her. Like a horny dog, Inner Sakura snorted.

When he started kissing her again, she ran her other hand
through his wildly spiky hair, noting how interestingly similar it felt to
Naruto�s. It would be so easy to pretend she was with him instead of Kiba. And
it would probably make doing this easier if she did. Her noisy teammate cared
about her, and she could admit that she cared about him as well, even if it
wasn�t quite the same. It was a simple decision really, and her mind went to
work quickly conjuring a scenario that would fit.

Sakura imagined she was on a mission with her old team.
She and Naruto were securing a place to stay for the night and had gotten a
little distracted. She could easily picture the cheeky grin on his face as he
nuzzled her neck. �Sakura-chan,� he�d begin to say, but she�d get a good grip
on his butt and pull his hips against hers to shut him up before he said
something completely stupid that would ruin the moment. His incoherent noises
sounded a lot more interesting anyway.

She tried to tell herself that the smell of canine was
just from the cabin or maybe from one of Kakashi-sensei�s summons, but it was
hard to convince herself. Details, she needed more details. His leg was shoved
between hers once again, and she delighted in the wonderful friction it
created. �We need to hurry,� she�d tell him. �Before Kakashi-sensei and
Sasuke-kun come back with din...�

Well, that did it.

A whirlwind of emotion swarmed her as that one, damned
thought flittered through her head. Sasuke-kun. She might as well have
dumped a bucket of ice water on herself.

Kiba�s fingers slipped under the edge of her waistband,
and instantly, her hands closed over his wrist, halting his progress. He pulled
his lips away from her neck, and the image of his dark eyes peering at her
questioningly would forever be burnt into her brain, she thought.

There could be no more pretending after that. When he slid
the hand out of her shorts and up to her breast, she was unable to keep from
flinching that time. The rock-hard wall of her resolve had finally withered to
dust.

�I� I can�t. I�m sorry.� Unable to meet his gaze, it was
all Sakura could say as she shoved past him and hurriedly gathered her things.
She stuffed her bra and skirt in the pouch strapped to her leg and threw her
shirt on as she ran out the door.

She didn�t look back.

~*~

�Ugh!� she screamed in more than one type of frustration.
�What the hell?! I was right there! Why did I have to freak out?� She
punched the tree next to her and sent it sailing, knocking down two more in its
wake. She ran over and stomped through it a few times for good measure.

�Only a little while longer and it probably would�ve been
over with.� She kicked another upright tree and with a satisfying crack, it too
toppled. �Ugh!!� she bellowed again as she took off running once again,
stopping only to destroy the occasional piece of landscape.

By the time Sakura made it home and collapsed in the
comfort of her bed, the anger and frustration had long since been burnt off.
All that remained was her shame. Failure was not something the young kunoichi
accepted lightly. It ate at her like an infected wound that festered and oozed
and begged to be picked at. She�d failed to stop Sasuke from leaving. She felt
massive amounts of guilt from Naruto�s near-death experience in trying to
fulfill his promise to her.

And now this.

Kiba was a nice, cute boy who seemed to want her to enjoy
it, too! He didn�t just tear her clothes off and jump on her at least. Sure the
setting left something to be desired, but not everything can be perfect.

�So what was the problem?� she wondered. �I�m probably not
going to get a chance like that again.� The thought made her stomach turn, but
it was the truth. Who was left out of the people she somewhat knew that hadn�t
already been ruled out?

Chouji? Chouji was so damn nice that it made her cringe to
think about using him like that. It would be like doing something perverted to
a teddy bear, not that the idea really made any sense to her, but it was the
feeling it left her with that counted. He just didn�t come off as a sexual
creature to her for some reason. He reminded her of the wise monks she�d seen
pass by the village on occasion who regarded nature as its own miracle and were
utterly at peace with the world.

�If I couldn�t go through with it with Kiba whom I was
able to think of like that, there�s little hope of being able to Chouji.�

Gaara? She shuddered. Gaara made Shino look like the
friendliest guy in Fire Country. Besides, the psycho had almost killed her, her
teammates, and Lee. She quickly reprimanded herself for even allowing
him to slip into her thoughts.

�Ugh, it�s hopeless. Maybe I should try to pick up one of
the jounins from the pub after all,� Sakura grumbled in despair. �Not all of
them know who I am. Maybe I�d be able to save myself some embarrassment that
way. If I�m lucky, one might hit on me, and I could just go with it, let it
happen.�

There was that Genma guy everyone talked about. She�d
overheard more than a few women gossiping throughout the village about his
�oral fixation� as one had worded it. She tried not to blush at the
implication. He was known for getting around, though, which was a little
off-putting, but that only meant she had a chance with him, right? Or would he
turn her down because of her age?

Sakura groaned and buried her face in her pillow. Who was
she kidding anyway? She couldn�t even let it happen with Kiba! Not for the
first time in her life, she wished she was a little more like Ino.

Why couldn�t she just let go and ignore the need for it to
be with someone she trusted and cared for even if it were just a little? Things
would be so much simpler, easier. She sighed, not wanting to admit that
somewhere, deep down, she still hoped for her first time to be special. With
someone she knew would take the time to do things right and show her all of
what the experience could be. Not wasted on someone she barely knew.

~*~

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