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Chakra Strings and Cherry Blossoms	By : Polymer Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2985 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto Shippuden or any of the characters in it. The anime and manga was created by Masashi Kishimoto and is licensed by Viz. I make no money for the writing of this fan fiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Chakra Strings and Cherry Blossoms
- 2-Act 2 Lemon
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At the peak of the heat that day, Sakura wiped sweat from her brow. Eager to get away from the burning heat of the desert sun dominating the land of Wind, Sakura ducked into the Kazekage’s residence. She made her way past the robed citizens and shinobi who moved away to allow her past, with some degree of awe as they saw her. Sakura shivered, knowing that she was part of team 7, and thus part of the group that had saved the lives of Gaara the Kazekage, and his brother Kankuro. Now as she moved through the building, she searched for that loudmouthed hyperactive blonde.

The last she had seen of him was with Temari, according to one of the sand shinobi. Grumbling to herself, Sakura hoped that the blonde wouldn’t embarrass himself even though in the eyes of the citizens of Suna he was a hero.

Wandering towards the sand siblings living quarters, she stopped to see two shinobi guarding it. Past it led to Temari’s chambers. Just down the hall were Kankuro’s, and on the floor above were those for the Kazekage himself. Each sand sibling was royalty in the village, just as the Sarutobi clan was being related to the Third Hokage.

“I’m sorry Miss Haruno, but we cannot allow you inside,” one of the guards politely said, stepping between her and the door.

“I’m just looking for Naruto,” said Sakura, frowning a bit. “I heard he...”

“The Hero is inside spending time with Lady Temari,” the other guard apologized. “We were ordered to let no one inside.”

“He’s IN there with Temari?” Sakura gulped, hands fisting at her sides. She feared a diplomatic incident but so far, the guards blinked at her in confusion.

About to protest further she blurted out, “Now look here, I’m a member of his team and I have a right to know where he is...”

“I’m sorry Lady Sakura,” the first guard murmured, feeling sweat beading on his brow. “But orders are orders. The Kazekage and Lord Kankuro are the only others who can countermand this order.”

Heart sinking, Sakura sighed and backed away from the tension building. These men were just doing their jobs, but what in hell was Naruto doing with Temari? Part of her wondered if she was beating sense into him or simply talking. Maybe having a meal, which she hoped he was showing good manners for.

Footsteps sounded behind her. Sakura turned distracted and then looked back at the two guards who bowed their heads. “Very sorry Lady Sakura, but those are our orders...”

“All right, I get it,” Sakura sighed, wondering just who seemed to be tearing up the floor to be heading in their direction with such a heavy pounding of feet. From the sound of it, they were huffing and puffing as well. Around the circular hallway, they came tearing, screeching to a stop at the sight of her.

“Lady Sakura, at last thank the Wind I’ve found you!” the Kunoichi panted, hand to her chest. Just why they were calling her ‘Lady Sakura’ now, she wondered.

“Excuse me, but what’s wrong?” Sakura asked, frowning in worry. She recognized the kunoichi as Matsuri, one of the loyal shinobi among many who had hoped to rescue Gaara if she and team seven would have failed. Nevertheless, from the look of worry on her face she wondered if the Kazekage or Kankuro gone ill again?

“Lord Kankuro wants to speak to you, in his workshop. He says he wants to personally thank you for saving his life, and that of his brother the Kazekage,” Matsuri panted, relief crossing her face.

“Does he?” Sakura asked, shivering at the thought. Just why did the prospect of seeing the puppeteer make her heart flutter? Bright sunshine through the windows cast a long shadow, indicating it was getting to be evening in a few hours.

“Please come this way. He says it’s most important,” Matsuri implored, bowing her head.

“All right, but is Lord Kankuro or the Kazekage ill?” Sakura asked, following the kunoichi. Behind her, the two guards sighed in relief to see her gone.

“Lady Temari would have our heads if we let her in there now,” whispered the first.

“That’s the truth,” the other nodded. “Besides Lord Kankuro would think the same if she didn’t come see him...”

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Along a few hallways and down a few flights of stairs Sakura followed Matsuri. Just why would Kankuro want to see her in this area, and not in his private rooms? The area looked as if it led to a training compound, or storage facility. Before a locked door Matsuri stopped, and drew back the bolt.

“Lord Kankuro,” she called into the darkness. “I’ve brought Lady Sakura to see you.”

“Thanks bring her in,” Kankuro’s voice answered, seemingly from inside the room. Sakura entered, intrigued, and glanced around.

Puppets hung above and on the walls. Various parts were scattered on workbenches, and the walls held shelves loaded with spare parts. She recognized the heads and scattered bodies of a few, and wondered just why Kankuro wanted to meet her here of all places when the door slammed shut behind her.

“Kankuro, are you in here? You said you wanted to see me,” Sakura murmured, glancing around for him. On the back of her neck hairs stood up.

“That’s right,” a voice said from nowhere in particular. It seemed to echo from all around her.

Spinning around Sakura frowned and glared at the lights that suddenly clicked off. “Kankuro, what the hell’s going on here?”

“The show’s about to begin, and it’s all for you, Sakura,” murmured his voice in the dark.

Only a few lights pooling on the floor illuminated the darkness. She knew he liked dramatic effects. It was all part of the show. Stark contrast to the bright burning sun outside the cool dimness made her shiver. However, what really compelled her goose bumps was who she was down here with. Fine blue chakra threads snaked out and attached themselves to her body parts.

“Kankuro... you have five minutes to explain!” Sakura snapped, feeling her temperature boil.

“No need to be afraid. Just relax and let yourself go. This is my way of thanking you for what you’ve done for me,” Kankuro said from just behind her. She could feel hot breath on her neck and her heart raced.

“Thanking me?” Sakura asked, shivering and wriggling.

“My heartfelt thanks, as a shinobi of Sunagakure. Trust me Sakura, you’ll enjoy this puppet show above all others... that is if you trust me?” murmured Kankuro’s disembodied voice.

Arms pinned over her head Sakura felt herself being levered up. Interesting how he could make the chakra strings move her in almost any position. She had trusted Lady Chiyo during that fight with Sasori with her safety, so the idea of being a human puppet was not repulsive. In the corner of her mind, she entertained that dark fantasy of Sasori, and it both titillated and shamed her.

“Of course I trust you... but you’ve got a weird way of thanking me!” Sakura shouted. “Now let me go or I’ll get really mad!”

“Haven’t you let yourself go for Lady Chiyo? Why should I be any different, Sakura?” whispered the puppeteer, lips ghosting against her cheek. Blood hummed in her cheeks at the tenderness of the kiss he had deposited there. Before she could reach out to him, he vanished back into the gloom.

Some considered him crazy; others considered him a puppetry genius. His sister teased him and gave him a hard time about talking too much to his puppets. As if, he had some strange habit of doing so. If he did, Sakura did not see or had not witnessed it. Breathe hitching her chest she hung there directly over his head.

"Quit showing off," she grumbled. "You know you can't see anything even at this angle..."

"Spandex hides a multitude of sins. Damn shame," the puppeteer ninja commented, flexing a finger. Sakura then swung her arms forward before descending directly in front of him.

"Are you done playing around," she huffed, face poised inches from his. Both her arms dropped around his neck against her apparent will but not against the desire.

"Show's just begun," he murmured, extending his arms around her so both hands extended past her waist.

"No fair you know," she panted, unable to see just what fingers he moved that were responsible for her head turning to the side or angling her up for an optimum angle. The briefest wisp of a kiss lasted with his lips touching to hers. Then he directed her arms to fly upwards and body backwards from him.

Sakura noticed her clothes seeming to remove themselves. Nothing ripped, just a simple stroke of her hands moving up and down her body only to grab the zipper and slowly pull it down. With a graceful movement, she spun around, whipping it off and twirling it on one hand before dropping it. Self-conscious Sakura wished she could cover her bandaged chest with her hands but the strings prevented it. Instead, he directed her arms to cross over her chest, followed by both hands gripping and sliding over her hips. A slow languid spin to the side and she could feel the heat of his eyes admiring her backside.

A chuckle later, he jerked a finger, dropping her hands to loosen the fastenings of the pink skirt. Sakura breathed deeply watching it drop around her ankles. In a slow swaying motion, the puppetry ninja made her dance with her hips alone. In a half circle she walked, back around, hands lifting up around her hair to pull it up and let it drop. At the same time, her bandanna dropped to join her vest and skirt on the floor.

"Typical male...” Sakura managed to pant, noticing how intently he watched her bandaged breasts and the movement of her lower body. Her torso dipped, shaking her hair at that moment.

Kankuro then directed her to stand up with hands sliding down those shorts ever so slightly shimmying them down. Her belly button and hips were now fully visible though the breasts were bound. Another half circle dance later, she bent over far enough to push her shorts down her legs around her ankles. This left her backside clad only in panties fully visible to him. A thin band of cloth stretched between the cheeks of her rear pinching in slightly. It spanned under her crotch tightly, which she knew, was far more enticing to a male than seeing the bare parts.

One pale foot followed the other in stepping out of the shorts. Staring between her parted legs, she could see Kankuro’s face upside down nodding his head while licking those painted lips. “Mmm mm, that’s a sight worth risking you bashing my brains in to see.”

“Just wait till I get free of your dance,” she threatened, though the playful gleam in her eyes suggested otherwise.
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