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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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Sakura breathed a sigh of relief as Hitoshi left. She'd spent three more maddening hours vacillating between thinking up creative ways to kill Fushinji and pacing the room worried about the women. She still wasn't sure why she would be needed as a doctor.

But over the course of the three hours, it occurred to her that it may be another control ploy. Fushinji obviously got off on control and having her here under his would no doubt have amused him. He would have liked the profit, she was sure, but if anything did happen, she would be here to patch them up.

Hitoshi had shown up a few minutes before to let her know that the women that had been kept back that night were back in their cots safely and that she wouldn't be needed. She hated not having anything concrete to do, but she wasn't going to put one of those poor women in harm's way for the sake of her boredom.

She took another moment to calm her mind and decided that she would just stretch and lay down. After the emotional roller coaster of the day, she found she was exhausted.

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Tenten stared into the tall green tea cup in her hand. She didn't have to be a poison expert to smell the drug in it. She wondered if the others realized what was happening. Here was her choice. She knew that if she was to carry off the plan to be kept back, at least in order to spare someone else, she was going to have to drink it. There was no way she could pull off an act good enough.

Gai� she thought. He kept popping up in her head all day as she lay on the bunk in that half-awake state. She had to trust in him, had to trust that he would know that she loved him, no matter what she did for a mission.

She glanced at the other beds and saw that the drug had already started to take effect on several others nearby. She sighed, then tilted the cup and drank the tea down in one long gulp. Setting the cup on the tray, she leaned back against the wall and waited.

She found her mind turning back to Gai again and it took her a minute to realize that the drug was already taking effect. She fidgeted on the cot and wondered how long it would be until they were taken back out to be appraised like sides of beef.

She didn't have to wait too long. She had no gauge of the passage of time, but in what felt like only a few minutes, Hitoshi and the other guard came back into the room. One by one, the women sat up as much as they could while still restrained. Hitoshi untied each woman in turn, then handed the rope to the other guard.

He stopped next to her and looked at her for a minute. "You drank the tea."

She leveled a look at him. "Yes."

He looked puzzled for a moment. "Why? You know what happens."

She considered him briefly before replying. "Because they should not have to go through it. I can choose, knowing what I know. I choose to take someone's place." She thought she might have seen some spark in his eyes, but he covered it quickly and proceeded to untie her.

They left the room and made their way through the maze of hallways. Tenten hadn't had a chance to get a look at the building on the way in, but Sakura had said it didn't look that big. Regardless, there was no way she could get a clear map in her head of the hallways and passages. She gave up trying and instead concentrated on what was about to happen.

As they had done the night before, the women were led into a large club-like room. There was a stage on one end, cheap carpet, several private lounges off to one side, a long bar along one wall and many tables. They were lined up in front of the stage.

A moment later, Fushinji came in with several men. All of them were dressed similarly, in Western style suits. All but one of them were even built the same: slightly overweight, thinning hair and aging. Tenten fought the urge to roll her eyes at the stereotype. Were all of them crime bosses?

Tenten had been put towards the middle and so stood quietly waiting for them to approach. Fushinji came by first and gave her a long look up and down before moving on to the girl next to her. Tenten managed to keep from fidgeting, but it was a near thing.

The next three men were all similar to Fushinji and stopped to feel her breasts and play with her hair before moving on. Despite herself, or maybe she was glad of it, she wasn't sure, she felt herself beginning to get aroused. The drug was working and she reminded herself that she wanted to be kept back, that she could keep one poor woman from having to deal with this tonight.

The next man to stop by her was the one who did not fit the stereo type. Tall and lean with striking blue eyes, they seemed to see through her. Tenten squirmed a little under his gaze, then his face softened into a smile. "Hello."

She had no idea if she was supposed to speak of not. "Um, hello." She said, quietly.

He reached out, like the rest and cupped one breast in his hand. The sensation shot through Tenten almost instantly. Perhaps it was his gentleness or the look on his face, but she leaned in to him a little. When she realized what she'd done, she blushed, but gave herself another forcible reminder that she needed to do this.

He reached his other hand up and pulled her hair aside. "Very pretty." He said, and she blushed even brighter. He stepped back and turned to Fushinji. "I would like her."

Fushinji came back to stand in front of her. "Oh, she is spirited, definitely. Refused food the first day. I don't know how she made it." He shook his head. "Very well, she is yours."

The man turned back to her. He smiled again. "I am Kenji."

"Tenten." She said quietly, still unsure what was expected of her.

In that moment, Fushinji clapped his hands. "Thank you." He said, as if they had a choice in the matter.

Hitoshi moved along the line and pulled all of the women out who had been kept back, Tenten included, and the other guard led the rest of the women back to "the dorm." Hitoshi turned toward a door to the left of the stage and said, "follow me."

It seemed that some of them had been kept back before, because they were already turned that way. Tenten followed, vaguely uneasy. They were led to the side of the stage into a large room off to the side. This room looked like a dressing room of some sort with a large closet on one side and a long counter with lighted mirrors along one wall. There was another woman in here, but she was not tied up. Instead, she had a tape measure hanging around her neck, a pencil of some sort behind her ear and an apron on.

"Come on, come on! I don't have all day!" She grumbled at them. Hitoshi gave a slight bow and left back out the door they'd come in. Tenten looked around, unsure of what to do, but she saw that two of the women were getting undressed. "I am Azami. I am here to dress you. So, let's go! Get to it!"

Tenten thought nervously of the tattoos on the inside of her forearms, but decided at the moment there was nothing she could do. Self conscious in front of the others, she turned her back and began unbuttoning her top. She kicked her shoes off and set them aside. Then slid the shirt off and folded it, followed by the pants and added it to the pile. Then she turned around, still wearing her underwear and bra.

"All of it! You'll have no need of those tonight!" She warned Tenten. Tenten suppressed a sigh, folded her arms behind her back to unhook her bra and dumped it on top of the rest of her clothes. Then, taking a deep breath, pulled down her underwear and finally dropped them, too.

Azami had turned her back on them and was standing near what looked like an entire clothing store shoved onto bar after bar in the enormous closet. "You!" She pointed at one girl. "Take this one." She shoved a dress into the girl's hands and turned back to the clothes. One by one, she handed out dresses that, Tenten noted, barely qualified as such, when she saw them on the other girls.

"Here." She said and handed one in red to Tenten. She stared at the thing hanging on the hanger, completely lost. She had no idea how to put something like that on. There was a neck strap and some sort of skirt, but that was about it.

She looked helplessly at Azami. She stared at Tenten a moment, then said, "Okay, wait here. Let me get the rest of them shoes." And she hurried across the room to another closet. When she opened the door, Tenten saw shelf after shelf of every size and color and style of shoe imaginable. Azami began handing out pairs of shoes as if she had an instinct for knowing size, and perhaps she did.

A moment later, she came back to Tenten with a pair of red satin shoes under her arm, which she set on the counter behind her. She took the dress from Tenten's numb fingers and pulled it off the hanger. "Step in here." She held the skirt open and Tenten quickly stepped in. The skirt was a joke. She was quite sure that the crack of her behind was visible while still standing up. Azami wrapped two straps around to the front of Tenten and over her breasts. They just barely covered her nipples. These criss-crossed over her chest, then met behind her neck.

"Now, put these on and grab a hairbrush." She indicated the counter that Tenten hadn't paid attention to. It was covered in all sorts of cosmetics and hairbrushes. Azami handed her the shoes, which she stepped into and had to fight to keep her balance. Then she picked up a hairbrush and began brushing out her hair.

Azami moved through the girls, giving pointers on makeup and hair style and a few minutes later, she was back with Tenten, who was staring at the pile of tubes and powders as if it were an alien landscape. Which, in truth, it was, at least to her.

Azami sighed. "Don't wear makeup?" Tenten shook her head. But Azami wasn't going to waste time. She picked up a pencil and turned to Tenten. "Close your eyes." Tenten did obediently and felt the pencil scrape across first one eyelid, then the other. "Open them and look up." Again, she did as she was bid and felt it trace a line along the bottom of each eye.

"Don't move," Azami said as she selected a tube from the counter. Then she took a tiny wand and brushed something onto her eyelashes. A moment later, she chose a huge brush, dipped it in some sort of powder and brushed it across Tenten's face. Then, lastly, she plucked one more tube up, pulled the cap off, twisted it once and turned back. "Pucker you lips a little. No, not like that�.AH, there you go." Then she smeared the lipstick across her lips. "Take a tissue and dab it."

Tenten picked up the tissue and casting a glance to the side, mimicked what she saw another one of the girls do. Then she looked in the mirror and gasped. That did not look like her. Her eyes were defined in a way she'd never thought of, her lips were a deep red which matched her�dress. She squirmed a little as she looked at the way her breasts stuck out, but then realized that she was made up to look like what she was. And she had to fight the rage that threatened all over again.

"Thank you, Azami." Hitoshi spoke from near the doorway. Tenten turned and his eyes met hers. She thought he seemed to be avoiding looking at her, but she couldn't be sure. "This way, please," he said quietly and went back through the same door.

Tenten took a deep breath and steeled herself for what was ahead. This was a mission and she could treat it like any other mission. I can do this, she said to herself stepped through the door.
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