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Sakura and the Thunderclap	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 28135 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Thunderclap: thun·der·clap [thuhn-der-klap] n. – the sound of a scrotum slapping against the body when going balls-deep
Warning No. 2: Hardcore Adultery up ahead
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Sakura and the Thunderclap
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            The body fell easily enough with one solid swipe of his bulky arm. Bones could be felt snapping underneath the impact. A jarring gasp was taken, and that was all.
            The hapless fool…
            The mighty Fourth Raikage stared down at the broken body of the would-be assassin; A had been smartly targeted while standing atop his tower, reflecting on his significant role in the upcoming war. His attacker was a straggler from the Sound Village, still loyal to the defeated Orochimaru’s cause.
            Did he really think he had a chance to ambush A – one-armed or not? It had taken only an instant for the Raikage to turn the tables and crush the skeleton of the masked shinobi with a super-fast, super-charged punch to the sternum. The masked ninja hadn’t even touched the ground from his initial leap before he was dead. Such was the fate of any, meager ninja who sought A’s life.
            A could respect one thing, though. In his last instant of life, the attacker had thrown his weapon with deadly intent, slicing the inside of the burly man’s right thigh with a kunai coated with fatal venom. Men of lesser stamina would’ve crumbled within minutes, but this Raikage had the resistances of an unearthly beast, enduring the initial effects of the poisons without a flinch.
            He maintained his stance, glaring at the mangled corpse. Enemy nations must’ve become foolish or desperate to believe that they could catch the mightiest Kumo ninja unawares, even when out in the open. With Orochimaru supposedly slain, his lackeys no longer had the guiding wisdom to leave Kumogakure alone. They were now flailing like a snake with its head lopped off.
            “Raikage-sama!”
            He turned towards the overlapping exclamations. As always, Omoi and Karui were first on the scene, panicked and overacting while C chased frantically behind them; bringing up the tail of the brigade were Darui, Samui, and Mabui. These were his most loyal and toughest ninja, so it was no surprise that they sensed when he was in any sort of danger.
            Tears had welled up in Omoi’s and Karui’s eyes as they hastened to their leader, apologizing profusely for not showing up sooner to crush the enemy. They threw themselves at his feet, clutching at either leg and spouting their unforgiveable shortcomings. C was a bit more formal and humble, kneeling with his head lowered and offering his sincerest regret for his carelessness. “I sensed him,” he explained, “but I was not quick enough to warn you.” He bowed deeply as if expecting his head to be lopped off. “Forgive me, Raikage-sama! I do not deserve to be in your presence!”
            “There’s no need to be dramatic,” sighed Darui as he came to stand before the Raikage without any sort of formality. He gestured to the lifeless body sprawled over at the side. “The intruder’s been dealt with. There’s nothing to worry about. Boss isn’t injured…”
            There was a deep grunt from the giant Kage. “Do not be so sure, Darui,” he murmured softly. He was proud of his resilience, but he was not above the wisdom of seeking medical aid when it was needed. The slender tear at the inside of his right thigh barely showed any traces of blood, but it was still there, and that meant danger. If he did not get himself treated, it was not impossible that he would die a pompous fool.
            Before Karui and Omoi could overact again and ask what was wrong, A ordered the gathering to be taken inside his office.
~~~
            When it was known that A had actually suffered an injury – however slight – Omoi and Karui’s tears started to flow once again with overlapping apologies. A may have been poisoned, but their theatrics were still far over the top, particularly for A’s short patience. Wanting Mabui to focus on the examination and not be distracted by the two hysterical ninja wailing, Samui ushered her team outside, telling them to cool down.
            “But what if Raikage-sama’s infection spreads? What if it is a virus meant to spread throughout Kumo? What if…?” Omoi’s nonsensical worries were isolated to the hallway, granting the four inside the office some peace.
            Mabui was professional and reasonably versed in toxins, but there was only so much she could examine through the slender tear in his pants. “Raikage-sama, I cannot…”
            Deftly, A’s strong fingers ripped a hole in his trousers so that his trusted assistant had better view of his poisoned injury. The savage way of aiding her was a bit uncalled for, but at least it was effective; she would speak to him later about how blatant he was sometimes. At least the hole he tore was relatively small, and private regions couldn’t be peeked at.
            She touched the steel-hard muscles that the kunai had sliced. It hardly took a glance for her to discover the poisons seeping at the wound; the kunai must’ve been drenched in the substance, and even touching it was a risk! A trace of the fluid was dabbed on a handkerchief to be brought up for examination. Both Darui and C took glances at the dark-purple smudge amongst the stained blood before looking to Mabui for an explanation. The stoic look that was always on her face didn’t exactly hint at the severity of the situation.
            Of course, a mere glance could not identify the poison or its remedy. It took a few minutes of observation and chakra-study before she could at least come up with a definite answer. “I do not know this poison,” she admitted; C was the only one in the room who showed concern. Mabui hung her head slightly as she set the stained piece of fabric on the Raikage desk. “Orochimaru specialized in creating new venoms, so there is no known cure for it outside the Sound Village.”
            “And that has been disbanded since that Uchiha brat defected,” A growled. Finding Sound stragglers would be difficult since they weren’t all nested together now. He thought for a moment, his great hand lifting from the armrest to thoughtfully stroke his pointed beard. “How long do I have?”
            Mabui was ready for this question. “You’ve built up a resistance to all sorts of poisons, so that could slow the process. It would run through a normal person’s body and kill them within two to three days; for you, it may take considerably longer. We may be able to find a cure or a…”
            “There is no certainty in that.” A had already made up his mind on what to do, though he had to swallow some of his pride to do it. A war was about to happen, and the head of the Joint Shinobi Alliance could not die beforehand because of a haphazard scuffle. It was not for his own sake, as he was not afraid to die, but his abrupt death on the eve of war could demoralize the troops. His feral eyes shifted to Darui before his hand came up to point directly. “Darui, I trust this matter to you.”
            The sluggish ninja said nothing in response and simply awaited instructions.
            “Go to Konohagakure. Bring Tsunade here.”
            “Tsunade-sama?”
            “She is the best medical ninja in the world today. More than that, she was once close comrades with that snake,” the Raikage explained. “Regardless of whether or not we have a cure, she is the best shot at getting this poison treated.”
            C cut in before Darui could speak, “But, Raikage-sama, shouldn’t you go with him? We can set up a transport. The sooner you are healed…”
            “I have my duties as Raikage,” A snapped at the sensor. Immediately, C’s mouth closed and head bowed. “I will not abandon my title for my own sake. But rest assured…” Again, he looked at Darui. “My right hand will serve me well.”
            It was an honor to be considered the right hand of the esteemed Raikage, but Darui didn’t let it show. He simply nodded, complained how travel was usually so dull, and then went to make preparations for his leave. As sluggish as he might have been, he wanted to tackle this mission as soon as possible. No matter his complaints or laziness, he did not want his boss to be in danger.
~~~One Day Later~~~
            Haruno Sakura woke up to a bright, happy morning. On her tired face was a quaint smile as she stretched her arms out overhead. Her smile turned to the window, welcoming the pleasant blue skies. Clouds were there, but they were nothing more than harmless white wisps against the brightening canvas.
            Slipping out of bed, Sakura padded over to her dresser drawers to collect today’s apparel. She considered her casual outfit, usually worn when just lazily going about town or practicing medical ninjutsu at the Hokage tower, but she instead picked out the set with her red, sleeveless top, black spandex shorts and her headband. Setting the chosen clothes neatly on her bed, she began to undress, but only after making sure her door was locked; her dad wasn’t a pervert per se, but he didn’t understand boundaries sometimes. She also kept a wary eye on the window. Who knew when Naruto would have the sudden urge to visit her through the window?
            Ever since they had established their relationship, he’d been nothing if not doting and caring, almost to the point of smothering. She didn’t mind it, though; he’d always been the attentive type with her, but now there was mutual affection between them with frequent sex. He was insatiable in that aspect, and she’d luckily acquired the stamina to keep up with him – thanks to Tsunade’s teachings – but he’d also rein it in when she was not in the mood. He was persistent enough to get what he wanted sometimes, but had the control to back off when she warned him.
            With the coast clear of possible peeping toms, she began to undress, unbuttoning the front of her blossom-patterned night blouse. It was shrugged from her shoulders, folded, and then set aside on her dresser drawer. Her bra fell off when the clip at her front was undone, and it was also set on her drawer; quickly, before pulling down her bottoms, she pulled a sports bra on, fitting her budding breasts neatly into the support. A kunoichi needed to ensure that there wasn’t too much bounce while training or fighting, as it was terribly distracting.
            The exchange of night and day clothes was quick, and after briefly looking herself over in the mirror, she was ready to head out and begin another day in Konoha; she rarely liked to stay home on her days off just to be scolded by her overbearing mother. She went to the door, and just as she grabbed the knob, there was a knock. “Sakura,” came her exuberant father’s call. “Are you up?”
            She would have been now after his hardy knocking. Opening the door, she addressed her father with a smile and morning greeting. Normally, he’d wait until she joined him and her mother downstairs; if he went to her room, it must be of some significance. “What is it?”
            “You had a visitor a little earlier,” Kizashi said with a beaming smile. “A gentleman was looking for you.”
            “Looking for me?” Sakura’s eyes narrowed suspiciously when she asked, “Was it Naruto?” She could’ve guessed as much; if he didn’t show up at her window, he’d come straight to her front door. Luckily, her dad wasn’t overprotective of his daughter, and actually held Naruto in high esteem; it was hard not to respect the boy who saved the village. If anything, Kizashi tried to invite Naruto over for dinner every chance he could.
            Surprisingly, though, Kizashi laughed and said that it wasn’t Konoha’s young hero. “It was Kotetsu-san,” he told her. “Apparently there’s some ‘to-do’ at the tower that Tsunade-sama would like you to attend.”
            “A mission?”
            “He didn’t say,” Kizashi said. Chortling, he wrapped an arm around his daughter and led her towards the stairs. “Well, whether or not it’s a mission, let’s eat breakfast. We can’t let your mom’s food go to waste, and I’m too old to do all the eating and get fat!” His uproarious laughter echoed in the Haruno household.
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            After a quick breakfast and a plethora of corny jokes from her father, Sakura was off. She was not walking idly, as it was poor form to make Tsunade wait, but she also wasn’t dashing down the roads; it was too early in the morning, and only someone like Naruto could be lively at all times of the day.
            Shops were barely opening, so there were hardly any villagers to run into. Of course, Sakura gave her hellos and good mornings to shop owners when she saw them; her mom and dad spent most of their time in the marketplace, searching for little doodads and trinkets that caught their eye, so the Haruno family was rather well-known.
            With the Hokage tower just a little ways further down the path, Sakura hastened her pace just a little. If it was a mission Tsunade had in mind for her, she had to wonder what it could possibly entail. With a war pending, everyone’s individual problems – nobility or otherwise – seemed rather insignificant. Maybe it pertained to the war…
            Sakura passed through the perimeter wall of the Hokage mansion before she staggered back with a gasp. A blur of orange jumped down in front of her, and she found herself crowded by none other than her boyfriend, Uzumaki Naruto. “Good morning, Sakura-chan!” he happily greeted. He smiled in triumph for having successfully spooked her. Once a prankster, always a prankster.
            “Naruto?” Sakura blinked as he stepped back, giving her some room and folding his hands behind his head. Had he been following her? “What are you doing here?”
            The boy shrugged without much care. “Baa-chan hasn’t given me a mission yet, but she promised one soon. It’s some S-rank mission involving animal counting or something.” He was none the wiser that this so-called ‘mission’ was actually a diversion to keep him unaware of the war meant to protect him from the masked man claiming to be Madara. The nonchalant look on his face yielded to a grin that was both nervous and suggestive; Sakura knew that smirk well. “But… well, Sakura-chan, since we’re both here…” He fumbled a little, looking shyly off to the side. “We didn’t see each other last night, ‘tebayo.”
            “Not now, Naruto,” snapped Sakura, pushing by him with resolute determination. She enjoyed carnal pleasure with Naruto almost as much as he did, but she couldn’t keep her master waiting just because of a request for sex. She could practically feel Naruto’s anxiety as she walked away from him. Well, she did promise to spend time with him last night, but never showed; her dad kept her occupied with sorting out clothes to be donated and/or traded at the shops. Turning back to him with a face hinting at a blush, she said to him, “Can’t it wait until my meeting with Tsunade-sama is over?”
            Naruto knew this was his chance. Since Sakura had asked rather than lay down the law herself, it meant that she was very open to the prospect of early sex. Naruto had been hard since last night, eagerly anticipating Sakura’s arrival at his apartment. He had the opportunity to take care of it himself, but he enjoyed stockpiling; Sakura’s surprised comments regarding large quantities of his ejaculate were always a delight and were well worth the effort to control his sexual urges. The build-up would ensure an impressive amount to share with Sakura. What was one quick meeting with Baa-chan?
            “Afterward,” he decided, though his anxiousness was more than apparent. He looked like he would lick his lips in anticipation. “It can wait.”
            Sakura didn’t need to glance downward to be able to tell that a prominent bulge had formed at the front of his orange trousers to point vulgarly at her. Hopefully he’d be more discrete about it while before the Hokage. She wouldn’t be so flattered to have a hard-on displayed in front of her so shamefully. Sakura thought about addressing it, but knew better; having her speak about his erection usually egged on the primal lust – a scenario that ended with her gasping and sweating underneath his pounding hips. That could be put on hold.
            Sakura marched ahead of her limping boyfriend, finding it to be a marvel that he wasn’t trying to sneak up behind her and grind against her ass. Sometimes, he had that restraint, but it was too rare for her to count on. Without incident, though, they trekked through the hallowed halls of the Hokage building until they stood at Tsunade’s office door.
            Behind it, they heard the Fifth conversing with someone who was not familiar to Sakura or Naruto; whoever it was sounded to be in desperate conflict. Whoever it was, Sakura permitted him a few more seconds before knocking on the door and announcing hers and Naruto’s presence. “Come in,” Tsunade replied. When the two teenagers came in, Tsunade was seen at her usual spot behind the desk, hands propped up and folded in front of her; the only other person in the room was a dark-skinned, shaggy-haired man wearing baggy pants and the vest of Cloud ninja.
            Sakura regarded the dull-looking man with a courteous, yet puzzled nod; he simply eyed her up and down, but gave her no more acknowledgement than that. “I received word that you wished to see me, Tsunade-sama?” Sakura looked directly at her master, trying to ignore the man from Kumogakure eavesdropping. In all likeliness, he was the reason Sakura was called to the manor in the first place.
            “Yes,” Tsunade said. Rather than continue talking to her student, she addressed Darui. “This is the medic I spoke of: Haruno Sakura.”
            Darui glanced the pink-haired kunoichi over one more time before looking back at the head of the village. “I can’t say what her skills are,” he pointed out, “but Raikage-sama was very specific; he wants you, Tsunade-sama. It cannot be some underling.” Over his shoulder, he muttered an apology to the girl, but he could not be lenient on the matter. The Raikage had entrusted him to bring a noteworthy medic, and none were better than Tsunade. He’d have failed his mission if he delivered some young lackey to A instead.
            “The Raikage should understand that, like him, I have my duties as the Kage of this land.” She would’ve spoken more freely of her current obligations had Naruto not been present; he could not know about the war, or he’d be put into danger… or rather, he’d put everyone else in danger by rushing the enemy head-on and possibly being captured. Her eyes narrowed dangerously on the messenger from the Cloud. “Do not think that I take my title lightly.”
            Darui exhaled, for though he had an obligation to the Raikage, he could understand Tsunade position. “Forgive me,” he grumbled while rubbing the back of his neck. He hesitated a little bit before lifting his head again. “So this Sakura-san is satisfactory? Are you sure?”
            Sakura wasn’t one to brag to strangers about her prowess, but she was proud when Tsunade vouched for her healing skills. “I am fully confident that she can help the Raikage. She has personally learned many of my healing methods, and should be able to handle any wound or poison that I can. If she is unable, I will go to Kumogakure and tend to A myself.”
            “That’s all I can ask for, then,” Darui grumbled. Surely his boss would admonish him for bringing a little girl in Tsunade’s stead, but he had no choice. He couldn’t impose and definitely couldn’t force the Hokage to go with him. At least he managed to snag Tsunade’s appraised apprentice.
            “Sakura,” Tsunade suddenly announced, making the teenager snap erect, “this is your mission – S-rank: you will go with Darui to the Kumo; there, you will treat the Raikage for one of Orochimaru’s poisons.” Normally, missions involving international healing matters were of a lesser rank, but this involved Kages, and therefore was put as high importance.
            “Yes, Tsunade-sama!”
            “If you are unsuccessful, report by messenger bird, and I will travel to Kumogakure myself to complete the mission.”
            Sakura gulped, hoping that it would not have to come to that. She’d be ashamed to have her master speak so highly of her, and then not meet those expectations. For the sake of Konoha’s pride, the Hokage’s pride, and her own, Sakura would see this mission successfully carried out!
            “Baa-chan!” Naruto stepped forward unceremoniously. While one hand gestured to himself, his other was thrown out to the side dramatically. “What about me, ‘tebayo? You said that you had an S-rank mission for me!”
            Tsunade sighed. Dealing with Naruto so early in the day was trying her nerves. Still, it was rather fortunate that he was there; she could simply assign him to accompany Sakura to the Cloud village and then pass him over to whoever A’s younger brother was. Her honey-brown eyes focused on Naruto before shifting over to Darui. “This is Uzumaki Naruto.”
            The name was recognized by the Kumo shinobi, but he knew better than to let the Jinchuuriki know that.
            “He will be going with you. At the Cloud village, you may pass him over to Bee for his training. Yamoto will be sent over to supervise when he’s completed his current scouting mission.”
            Darui wasn’t so sure about traveling with a boisterous boy that this Naruto seemed to be, but there was little choice. At least the travel back home wouldn’t be dull. Besides, as a Jinchuuriki, he was likely similar to Bee. And if he could put up with Bee’s rapping, Darui could put up with this kid. “Alright, Hokage-sama. I am prepared to depart immediately.”
            Tsunade nodded. “Naruto, Sakura, both of you will get your supplies and meet Darui at the gate of Konoha.” With no more orders to give, she dismissed them with a wave and sifted through the papers on her desk.
~~~
            “I really missed you last night, Sakura-chan,” Naruto said with a broad, foxy grin. “I’m glad you’re willing to make it up to me, dattebayo!”
            “Shut up!” panted the pink-haired kunoichi in front of him. Her skintight shorts were dropped down to mid-thigh with her panties, exposing her hot cunt for her boyfriend to ravage.
            They had taken a risk by doing it outside – Naruto’s idea – in the corridor leading to his apartment no less. Sakura had expressed her concerns about someone coming, but the excitement of being caught caused her crotch to flare with arousal. On Naruto’s instruction, she braced her front against the wall and dragged her bottoms down. The blonde assumed his position behind her, having the ease of just pulling his long, thick shaft out through the zipper of his trousers.
            “Just put it in already,” Sakura hissed as quietly as she could while still being demanding. “Before someone comes!”
            “Sakura-chan is so impatient,” snickered Naruto. He aligned his sex with her pink folds, his pre-cum smearing with her own essence as he rubbed along her wetness to lube himself up. And before she could tell him to proceed quicker, he punctured her, nice and slow, but strong.
            “Uhn…!” Sakura threw her head back with a rapturous smile when Naruto’s nine-inch length crawled into her snatch. How had she been able to resist going to him last night? She should’ve made up an excuse to leave her father in the main room cluttered with piles of clothes! Well, that didn’t matter now, now that she was being filled with Naruto’s cock. Maybe the absence just heightened the exhilaration of stretching her vaginal walls around his awesome girth! “Oh, Naruto…!” While one arm still kept her suspended against the wall, she reached back with her other hand to grasp a fistful of his pants, urging him to fuck her. Though however many times they joined like this, she refused to take his entirety within her. There were methods of medical ninja used to decrease the tension of her insides, but she didn’t want to concentrate like that while fucking; therefore, she stuck to just allowing seven or eight inches to ram into her, jabbing her cervix almost painfully each time.
            Naruto was always a thorough lover, but the circumstances called for haste. He wouldn’t want that Darui guy to go looking for them and find them in this position. Holding on tightly to Sakura’s waist, Naruto warned her that he was going to go faster. She nodded frantically and encouraged him. He allowed three warm-up thrusts before his tempo was set.
            Again, Sakura couldn’t help crying out at the pleasure. Her toes curled and both arms had to be used to hold her against the wall, lest she wanted Naruto to bash her skull against it with each of his passionate thrusts. Perhaps her mewls and moans and pleas for more were louder than she had intended; below, she could hear a group of passing children pause and question one another about hearing a woman in distress. Luckily, imagination ran wild within youth, and the kids ran off in a game of ‘ninja’ to save some fantasy damsel-in-distress.
            Naruto did not live in some bustling part of town, and Sakura was glad for that. Aside from the kids, no one else could be heard wandering around a flight below their level. She permitted herself a higher level of volume when she came, gushing over Naruto’s piston-like cock and squeezing it to milk his essence completely.
            Of course, Naruto knew better than to send his vital sperm into Sakura’s body; Sakura had warned him against it many times before with threats of concussions and broken bones. He got in a few more thrusts, stilled, and then withdrew just in time to witness the first jet of his spunk splattering against the pounded-pink roundness of her ass. The feel of his hot cum spraying over her flesh was pleasure enough to have her whimpering, still high on the endorphins released from her ebbing orgasm.
            As expected, Naruto deposited a huge quantity over her supple buttocks, but she was still surprised as streams of white oozed down the backs of her thighs. To keep them from smearing into her clothes, the panting Naruto swept his thumb through the paths of his leaking essence to stall the course. “I’ve… pant… got some tissues inside, dattebayo. We should get cleaned up before heading out.”
            Sakura gave him an exhausted but satisfied smile. Cleaning up was a no-brainer, but she knew Naruto to be quite absentminded and obvious during the state post orgasm. “Get them,” she told him. She wasn’t going to go about all undignified, shuffling with her shorts and panties drawn down and cum dribbling down her ass.
            Hurriedly, if not stumbling, Naruto rushed into his apartment. Sakura blushed profusely, for even though no one was bound to come by and catch her in such a state, she did feel rather embarrassed being alone while naked.
            Naruto was hardly gone for ten second before he came out of the apartment with a box of tissue in one hand and his rucksack in the other; he must’ve been geared up and ready to go the moment he had an inkling of being sent off on a mission. He already wiped off the juices staining his deflating erection and drained the last droplets out from the slit; he wouldn’t have put his dick away otherwise.
            The globs of Naruto’s seed were wiped and dabbed away; he was handed the used tissues and went inside one more time to discard them while she wedged her way back into her bottoms. Her panties were a little moist from her earlier anticipation, but it wasn’t too much of a bother; if it became an issue, she could just change into one of the spares that were in her knapsack.
            Satisfied and ready to head out, Sakura and Naruto saddled up and made for the exit of the village. As always, Naruto gushed over how great Sakura was, which was all well and good, but she advised him – threatened him, to be more accurate – not to act this way around the ninja from Kumogakure.
            Hands linking at the back of his head, Naruto hummed before giving his observation of Darui. “That Darui guy, I think he was with the Raikage at the Kage Summit. He doesn’t really look like someone who takes his job seriously. He kinda reminds me of Shikamaru.”
            Sakura wasn’t about to agree or argue with that fact. If there was one thing she learned after mastering chakra-enhanced strength, it was that one couldn’t judge another by looks. Who would take a first glance at Sakura and believe that she could pulverize a boulder with one, solid punch? If anything, she’d take offense if a stranger guessed that outright without any knowledge of her abilities.
            Up ahead, Darui was standing at the center of the gateway, lax with his hands filling his pockets and his one exposed eye dully watching the on-coming duo. His otherwise slipshod features permitted a quaint smile. “Glad that you’re here,” he murmured with no hint of sarcasm. He pivoted on his right foot and began to head out. “It’ll take a while to get to the village, and time is important. If we head straight through, we may get there in less than two days. I hope you kids can keep up. Don’t be dull, alright?”
            “Alright! Let’s go, ‘tebayo!” In an instant, Naruto lunged forward and charged aimlessly down the path to Kumogakure.
            Darui watched the cloud of dust disperse behind the far-off silhouette of Naruto before looking at Sakura. Blushing in embarrassment, she laughed off Naruto’s impetuousness. “Does he know which way the Kumo is?” Darui had to ask.
            “I don’t think so,” Sakura admitted, feeling ashamed that her partner was so hardheaded. He may have been off on a wandering trip with Jiraiya for several years, but they never wandered to the Thunder Country’s borders. “When he realizes that, he should be back.”
            Darui scratched the back of his head and sighed. What a trip this was going to be… “Well, at least he’s got spunk.” He and Sakura began to follow Naruto’s trail, hearing the boy up ahead call back to them unintelligibly. If what he was saying was important, he’d surely go back to them.
            “Tsunade-sama says that your skills are nearly on par with her first apprentice,” Darui said to strike up a conversation. He wanted to know a bit more about the girl he and his village were to trust their Raikage’s life with. When Sakura modestly said she didn’t think she matched Shizune-nee-san, Darui grinned at her. “You’re very young. You should be proud to be praised by the greatest healer in the world. Of course, I wouldn’t want to be discouraged from trusting you to handle Boss.” Really, he couldn’t say anything to prepare her for that encounter. “He’s not exactly an even-tempered guy.”
            Upon hearing this, Sakura swallowed. Aside from her own pride, she hoped for her life that she was up to par and could handle the Raikage’s ailments.
~~~One Day Later~~~
            “What if Darui-san got lost? Or hurt his leg and was abducted by heathens, who now worship him as a god?”
            Omoi was atop the Raikage tower, leaning against the railing and rubbing his chin; Karui was a small ways behind him, pacing impatiently. In the east, the sun was cresting over the horizon, which meant that it was the third day of the Raikage being inflicted with the poison… the third day since Darui had left for Konoha. Such a time period had a worrywart like Omoi dreading that it had been perhaps too long for a round trip to another village. Maybe A himself should’ve gone to Konoha, despite his pride as Raikage; at least it would’ve been a safer venture.
            Then again, A showed no signs of even being poisoned. Anyone else would’ve been bedridden, feeble, and pale; A looked perfectly healthy and stronger than a dozen oxen. Mabui had given her estimate of his lifespan without proper treatment, but he certainly didn’t look like a man ready to live out his last few days.
            Omoi was about to continue his nonsensical ponderings until he saw something. Three somethings, he counted, bounding over the rocky terrain on a direct path to the tower. At first, Omoi rejoiced at the sight of Darui and what must’ve been two Leaf ninja; odd how Tsunade was not a part of the trio. He was about to turn around and rush to tell the Raikage the news before his imagination worked up again. Cupping his chin in thought, he muttered, “What if that’s not really Darui and is just a Sound ninja cloned like him? What if Darui was forced to lead some Konoha terrorists here?”
            “Like that’s going to happen!” Karui rebuked him with a hit on the cranium. “We need to report to Raikage-sama at once!” With that, the fiery redhead was sprinting to tell her lord of Darui’s arrival. Omoi stumbled after her, muttering some worries about cranial damage.
~~~
            Though Karui was rather excited to tell him about Darui’s arrival, A was not at all pleased to see who his trusty right-hand man delivered. His feral eyes were on Darui as he growled, “I said Tsunade was the only one trusted to a matter of such importance. Instead, you bring me a child!” He pointed his at Sakura, who stiffened in place when he set his attention to her. She forced her bottom lip to quit quivering. She’d never stood in the Raikage’s presence before, but as rumors said, it was terrifying.
            A bellowed, hitting his fist on his recently-fixed desk, “Darui, have you betrayed my trust so completely?”
            Darui rubbed the back of his neck, sighing nonchalantly. He didn’t like making his Raikage angry, but it couldn’t be helped. “Tsunade-sama asked for you to understand her own obligations, Boss. In her stead, she sends you her best apprentice.” He didn’t really feel the need to try to compare Sakura with the other apprentice named Shizune. It was just best to speak highly of her so that A could just accept that he got a fine prize just the same.
            A said nothing to Darui’s explanation; he merely observed Sakura with the intensity of an irate tiger. It felt like static within her, charging her body with fear and anxiety. Was he to banish her and tell her to fetch her master instead? “I called for Tsunade,” he grumbled again, this time addressing Sakura instead of Darui. “Not you, girl.”
            “Oi, Sakura-chan is just as good as Baa-chan, ‘tebayo!” exclaimed the blond boy who’d had enough of the Raikage berating his girlfriend. Foolishly, he stepped forward and pointed at A, who did not seem amused or angered by the outburst; Sakura was the only one in the room who regretted his foolishness. Why couldn’t he just keep his mouth shut every once in a while?! Defending her honor was all well and good, but he really should learn some decorum in front of highly esteemed persons. “She saved a hundred lives before! And she could save yours too without a problem!”
            A remained silent a moment longer. “Step back, boy, or I will crush you…” His voice resonated with the truth of his threat.
            That was not exactly what Naruto thought he would hear; normally, he encountered more reasonable people in the past. Still, he was not one to back down. He opened his mouth to continue exalting Sakura’s reputation, but his girlfriend quickly and wisely threw her hand across his mouth and pulled him back. Unlike Naruto, her observant gaze detected the straining of muscles in the Raikage’s fist; he was prepared to dish out a punch that would strike Naruto’s head from his shoulders.
            “Excuse him, Raikage-sama,” stuttered Sakura, speaking as smoothly as possible to calm down the tightening of A’s mighty fist. “Naruto sometimes doesn’t think before talking.” She felt Naruto jerk in her grasp and knew that he was going to gripe about that later.
            “Hmph…” A was hardly concerned with the boy’s attitude. A ninja who bowed his head so easily shouldn’t even be worth his time, anyway; the Raikage remembered running into this Jinchuuriki on his way to the Kage Summit. “The boy is quick to bark, but slow to consider the consequences.” His fist relaxed at his side; it gave Sakura the relief of an enemy holstering a dangerous weapon. His attention now went to the pink-haired medic who might’ve just saved the Jinchuuriki from severe punishment. “What is your name?”
            Respectfully, Sakura bowed her head low to him after dropping Naruto. “Haruno Sakura, Tsunade-sama’s student.”
            “Tsunade must have put a lot of faith in you, girl,” the Raikage growled, forgoing the formality of using her name. “She is well aware of my temper, and knows that I do not tolerate failure.”
            That was most certainly a threat, but Sakura was not about to point it out or challenge the great man. With all of her strength, she doubted it’d take more than a flick of his wrist to send her crashing through the walls should she upset him. In strength, she might’ve outmatched him, but his speed was legendary even in Konoha. She’d have to tread carefully, which meant she’d have to make sure Naruto didn’t make a jackass out of himself.
            A then spoke to the rest of the room, “Leave us. I wish for the medic to examine the wound.”
            His command was unquestioned, and Darui took the liberty of leading the dumbfounded Leaf genin out with him. The door was closed and left A and Sakura in solitude. That, itself, was enough to have Sakura’s heart racing with anxiety. Her gaze was on the floor, but she eventually found the nerve to look up at the Raikage; he, on the other hand, had been staring right at her the entire time.
            Sakura shifted. “Um…”
            “Proceed,” A murmured. It was the first time he showed his back to her when he approached his chair. His head turned so that he may look at her from over his shoulder. “Sit or stand? Which would be preferable?”
            He certainly was daring, Sakura thought with a slight blush. Darui had informed him just where he had been poisoned, and that was rather close to an area she usually called Tsunade or Shizune over to take care of; they were older, far more experienced and far less affected when near a man’s groin. She cleared her throat and found her hands starting to shake. Now was not the time to have a panic attack! If she showed such anxiety during a mere examination, how could she be trusted to handle him during the poison extraction?
            Going back to A’s question, Sakura weighed the options. Sitting down would likely have her on her knees in front of him, though the same went for if he stood. What was the primary factor, of course, was gravity… and what would be dangling freely over her hands as she began her inspection… She really didn’t want to think about that.
            “On the chair is fine,” she finally blurted while hastily shoving a hand into her back pouch to collect some sterilized gloves; she exchanged her black ones for these medical ones after tying her hair up. Her jade eyes could hardly wander anywhere but her feet as she approached the Raikage around the desk; he was already seat. It was when she stood in front of him that she became very aware of him and his lack of pants!
            “What’re…?!” She shushed herself before she could seem foolish or childish. After dealing with Naruto’s sometimes perverted advances, she had gained an impulse to hit anyone that offended her so; this impulse was hard to suppress, but she didn’t want to tango with the mighty Raikage. It wasn’t like his crotch was uncovered and bared for her to gawk at, anyway; he had the decency to cover up with a towel that had apparently been set next to his chair. Better to just do her best ignoring his blatantly and do her job.
            A did not seem daunted in the slightest. He could probably forgo the covering entirely, standing with an audience watching, and still not show the smallest hint of hesitance. Patiently with that same scowl glued on his face, he watched her teeter into position. There was a bit more than just a little wavering and embarrassment in her voice when she asked if he could spread his knees a bit wider.
            Sakura stared at the wide space A had provided for her. He was far too comfortable with the situation, and she was just a bundle of nerves. As best as she could, she threw on a smile and stutteringly said, “On second thought, that won’t be necessary. I’ll just…” She didn’t finish her sentence, instead demonstrating by going to A’s right and kneeling down to the bandages around his thigh. She wouldn’t have felt right being nestled in between the legs of a man not her boyfriend.
            Even if she did not take the spot, the Raikage kept his legs open. With the attentive nurse at his side, he reached for the wrappings around his wound and tore them away with the simplicity of discarding cobwebs. The gash underneath had already started to close up with a scarring membrane, but Sakura could still work with it.
            The poisons were circulating through him; it was a miracle that he didn’t keel over already, but Sakura had heard rumors – rumors confirmed by Darui – that it took something otherworldly to stop the Fourth Raikage’s heart from beating. Sakura was more than impressed by his durability, and was thankful as well since he was the general of the whole of the Joint Shinobi Alliance.
            A green aura – one dissimilar to C’s own healing technique – covered Sakura’s palm when she touched it to his steely body. A had thought that she was mending his cut, but the injury remained unchanged. He could feel her chakra spreading into him, flowing through his veins as fluidly as his lifeblood. “What are you doing?” he growled, never minding if he was breaking her concentration. In the Land of Thunder, everyone was on his time.
            Sakura didn’t appreciate making conversation while mapping out her duties, but she had to comply to one as important as Raikage. “I’m analyzing the poison,” she said simply, trying to keep her focus. “It’ll help me isolate it later on when it’s time for extraction.” She looked up at him. “I’ll issue some medicine for you to take. It’ll help with the extraction by clotting the blood around the venom.”
            “The medics in this country haven’t used such methods before,” A said. “Why does Tsunade not make these techniques and methods privy to Kumogakure?” For all of his pride and power, there still seemed to be a flicker of jealousy for Konoha’s resources; the failure to retrieve the Byakugan still weighed on his shoulders as one of the greatest missed opportunities.
            The pink-haired kunoichi would’ve rolled her eyes if she wasn’t so focused and wasn’t so sure that A would see and reprimand her for the arrogance. This man – from what she had heard from Shizune – seemed to think that every other villages’ talents should be his to collect and amass as the greatest force in the ninja world.
            “Tsunade-sama taught it to me herself,” Sakura informed him. “Her disciples learn firsthand her best jutsus.” With that, she had let the large man know that it was a privilege of few to know these tricks.
            A knew he wouldn’t get anything out of this girl. She seemed intelligent and tight-lipped, though that may not be the case when it came to her cohorts; A noticed the flickers of annoyance and anger when the boy – the Fourth Hokage’s progeny – spoke out of turn. “The Jinchuuriki,” A muttered, knowing Naruto’s name through reputation, but not having the respect for him to use it. “Was he brought with you because Tsunade wished to keep him safe? Bee is not yet ready to train him. Did Tsunade think to take advantage of my situation by sending that boy here for protection?”
            He certainly was arrogant to believe that the Cloud was safer than the Leaf, though swallowing some pride, Sakura had to admit that it was Konoha that was utterly demolished by Akatsuki while Kumogakure still stood strong. Regardless, Sakura closed her eyes in reproach, hardly able to keep her focus, and said, “Tsunade-sama just thought it’d be easier this way, instead of ushering him out here at the last moment. Now Naruto can head off with Bee-san whenever they are ready.” And the sooner that happened, the sooner she could leave this unpleasant man…
            “Hmph. And he hasn’t a clue about the reasoning, correct? He seems to be a boy with a big mouth and little brain.”
            Sakura flushed a little. That much, though she hated to do it, she could agree with the Raikage on. Naruto may have matured, but he was still a little bigmouthed a lot of the time.
            A said nothing more, content to simply observe the girl at work. After finishing her analysis, she muttered something about putting some seals on his leg to isolate the poison and purify his blood. She diligently worked on hand symbols and marked the areas on his thigh. The muscles that were felt whenever her glowing fingertips grazed him were like iron. She had to wonder if a kunai thrown directly at him would ricochet off his hardened form. Without meaning to, her eyes glanced more over him. Dark skin seemed strained across his bulging muscles, as if a mere flex would tear the flesh around his biceps. She could honestly say she’d never encountered so much body mass before – not of pure muscle, anyway.
            Being no naïve fool, A noticed how the pink-haired medic scanned his body with her eyes. He’d prefer her to simply work on ridding him of the poison, but her interest in his size was mildly entertaining after such boredom. The boys of Konoha surely couldn’t enthrall women with their size; that was one of the specialties of the men of Kumogakure.
            Sakura was unaware of A watching her until her eyes curiously lifted. When she saw him staring right back down at her, her pale cheeks flushed and she tried to focus solely on her work. Just three more seals, and she could scoot away and be with Naruto until the actual extraction needed to be done. She was doing well for a moment, but then something caught her eye on A’s opposite thigh; something underneath the towel shifted before it dropped entirely. It did not take her a few guesses to know what it was. The redness that had taken her cheeks increased a hundred fold.
            It was that, her mind vaguely screamed?! She had thought that lumped was just part of A’s bulging muscles! And had she heard a thump when it fell on the chair?! She couldn’t help being distracted now, though she wished she had just ignored the movement!
            The practiced posture that Tsunade had taught her youngest disciple began to waver. Sakura’s hands fumbled now and again, and it was apparent that she was trying her hardest not to glance at the area between A’s legs. How inappropriate! A medic of such esteem as herself should not take any notice or interest in their patients! Not like that!
            “There,” sighed Sakura while placing the last seal on the bulky leg. She exhaled, not with the relief of a job well done, but with the relief that she could now step away from the Raikage and be with Naruto. She stood up and quickly brought some distance between them while slapping on a polite smile; A did not return the gesture. “Uh…” Sakura stumbled with what she wanted to say next. “Tomorrow afternoon,” she finally managed by looking away from the hulking Raikage, “I’ll remove the poison from your system. There shouldn’t be any side effects.”
            A gave a grunt of approval, showing neither gratitude nor relief. He made no effort to make himself more presentable; Sakura thought the least he could do was turn his chair around and pull up his pants. How could he still be so casual? “Very well. For tonight, you will stay here. Mabui will show you to your room, and you may roam freely. You have permission to use the establishment: food, bath, and luxury.”
            Sakura nodded with a small stutter of gratitude.
            “However, you are not to poke around in unauthorized areas,” he rumbled, pointing his finger accusingly at her. “Despite the war, Kumo needn’t share any secrets with Konoha. Be sure the Jinchuuriki boy understands that.”
            Sakura truly did not like this man. Darui had spoken most highly of him, but she could not understand why. He thought only of himself and his village, and while that seemed like a generally dutiful mentality for a Kage, he held these ideals in a way that would wreak havoc.
            Did she actually hear a thud, her mind cried again? The influence of Inner Sakura must’ve still reigned within her to impulsively bring up random thoughts that only bothered her. It may not have landed like a dropped dumbbell, but she had certainly heard something with girth dropping onto his seat and it had resonated like thunder in the stillness of the room.
            Dazedly, she tried to shake that recollection from thought. Leaving was in her best interests, lest she found her curiosity rousing even further with an overactive imagination. A had dismissed her, so she freely headed for the door. Her legs felt unsteady underneath her as she walked. She hadn’t felt like this since… since… Well, the closest she could come to a comparison was when she was younger and Sasuke would look in her direction with that cool smirk of his.
            It was when she touched the doorknob that she realized that heat was beginning to swell in the juncture of her thighs. Imagination certainly had taken her far.
            Not risking another second alone in an empty office with the Raikage, Sakura drew open the door and hoped to fling herself into Naruto’s arms. Unfortunately, the knucklehead was absent; Mabui, on the other hand, was not.
            “Where is…?”
            “Naruto-san is dining,” Mabui anticipated Sakura’s question. With a courteous bow, she went on, “I will take you to him and show the two of you to your rooms.” She moved fluidly, keeping her agenda book to her chest as she walked down the hall.
            Sakura, without much question, made to follow her, but turned to look in the office one last time. A was standing, and thankfully was now tying the sash around his waist to keep his pants up. More noticeably than that his eyes were on her, so fierce and focused. What gears and cogs were turning in his head as he observed her? Not wanting to stick around and ask, Sakura scuttled after the Raikage’s assistant.
            “Girl!” A’s thunderous voice made Sakura freeze in place. She felt the fear shoot straight to her belly. Behind her, the Raikage slowly strode out of his office to watch after her. He was quiet for a moment until Sakura, like a rusty machine, slowly rotated to face him. “Did you not mention some medicine that I should take?”
            Sakura smiled feebly. “Oh… oh yeah, there is.”
            “Medicine?” Mabui was approaching from behind. Already, she had a pad to take notes on and a pen handy. She looked at Sakura. “I’ll gather whatever is needed after taking you to Naruto-san.”
            Caught between two Kumo ninja, Sakura chose to face the gentler one. She could still feel A’s eyes upon her, even as she began listing the herbs and potions needed to aid the poison extraction tomorrow.
~~~
            “Ichiraku is better,” groused Naruto as he followed Sakura into the room they were provided. He’d taken advantage of Kumogakure’s hospitality; just because it was not as good as old man Teuchi’s didn’t mean that he wouldn’t chow down on all the ramen available.
            Mabui had taken Sakura to Naruto, and from there, gave a brief tour to lay out a path for the two youngsters to take should they wish to indulge in the bathing area. One glimpse inside caused Sakura to second guess her opinion that Kumogakure was a savage land; the bathroom was quite splendid, and the tub itself was fed water from a natural, underground spring. She made a note that she had to visit this bathing area later on.
            Once inside their room, Sakura dropped her supplies at the foot of the bed on the opposite end of the room. There was only one, and surely Naruto wouldn’t be selfish enough to call it for himself or try to cram onto it with her; they had already agreed that it might not have been in their best interests to fool around while staying within the Raikage’s palace.
            Naruto rambled on as he settled on the floor, still munching on his soup. He said something about that Darui guy saying ‘dull’ as often as Shikamaru said ‘troublesome’. They had similar attitudes and posture, he murmured. Maybe they were related or something, he concluded, not giving much more thought to the matter when his ramen was starting to lose its heat. Indiscriminately to the taste, he wolfed it down as if it was a steaming bowl of Ichiraku soup.
            After he was done with his bowl, Naruto told Sakura that he wanted to do some exploring; she declined going with him, saying that the journey left her rather tired. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but she just didn’t feel up for a casual stroll… mostly to avoid the Raikage. It may have been a brief encounter, but she still couldn’t stop thinking about it; about that grizzly face, those rock-hard abs… that thump.
            She groaned, putting her hands over her eyes as she lied down on her back. How frustrating it was to have her mind riddled with such perverse thoughts. A wasn’t exactly her idea of handsome in any way, and was far older than her; she scolded herself for being so curious about what dangled between his mighty legs. Curse her nubile curiosity!
            All of a sudden, Sakura had to think that it might’ve been better to have gone with Naruto on his exploration of the mansion. He’d distract her from these musings. Hell, maybe they’d even break their vow of celibacy and find a nice, secluded room to screw around in. A good, thorough fuck should erase her curiosity of other men, especially other men that she didn’t even find attractive!
            Sadly, Sakura hadn’t the will to step out alone, still foolishly worried that she’d bump into A, and having an irrational fear that she’d see or feel the appendage in between his thighs when they collided around a corner. She berated herself time and again for these thoughts, but A was just an intriguing specimen. Needless to say, his skin color was rather exotic, and she liked the contrast when her healing hands were against him. She could imagine how her lithe, pale body would be splendidly highlighted against his dark, massive form…
            “No!” Sakura hissed out loud, shaking her head violently. No thoughts like that should enter her mind. She was in a committed relationship with Naruto, savior of Konoha and man who treated her like a goddess. He satisfied her in all ways – though there were a few of his quirks that left something to be desired.
            Resolved not to let her mind stray to those thoughts again, though it was tempting, Sakura scrambled through her rucksack and pulled out a medical journal that Tsunade-sama had requested that she read. Of course, she’d read it twice already, but Sakura wanted to be meticulously thorough when it came to her healing techniques. With that in mind, she set the book on her lap, through the cover open, and started at page one. She forced herself to concentrate, eyes focusing painfully on the pages and words that hardly made any sense with her so frazzled.
            At once, barely after she managed to read through the first paragraph, without so much as a knock, the doorknob twisted, and the door opened.
            Sakura almost jumped from her seat to her feet when she realized the sudden intrusion. Who had the audacity to just intrude? She rolled her eyes with a knowing smirk. Who other than her boyfriend would come to this room and enter without knocking?
            “Naruto, where have you…?” She cut herself short when she found herself talking to giant pectoral muscles. At once, stunned, she lifted her eyes slowly, gawking up at A.
            A filled the doorway with his powerful mass, and Sakura was lost in his shadow. He glowered down at her, not amused that she had mistaken him for her Jinchuuriki companion. “I have concerns, girl,” he rumbled. Without invitation, he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. Sakura, dumbfounded, stumbled backwards until she fell back onto the bed, sitting on its edge with her body tensing. Already, she was flushed. Just what was A’s purpose in coming here, to her room, while she was alone? She gulped.
            He was certainly pompous. Did he just walk into any room without a courteous knock? As Raikage, maybe he felt it was his right to move wherever he wished. Sakura could certainly point out what she found wrong with such a brazen move. What if she had been in the process of changing clothes? What if he walked in on her butt-naked?! She flushed from the mere thought of this giant witnessing her hallowed nudity.
            The Raikage was not concerned with her feeble attitude; there were many underlings who cowered in his awesome presence, and surely this mousey girl hadn’t the courage or fortitude to remain standing before him. The reason for his showing was not to intimidate her, though. “I have concerns for this jutsu you’ve placed on me.” Luckily, he did not expose it; he merely gestured to his thigh where his injury was. “I’ve noticed and recognized this as a seal. Could this possibly be from the Uzumaki clan?”
            That was a question Sakura could not answer appropriately. Tsunade-sama had taught her the method, but not the origins of this handy technique; Naruto’s clan was honestly a mystery to her and to him. “Um, I’m not sure…”
            “Is there some secondary effect?” A growled softly. He had not lived as a Kage for so long by being stupid and trusting. “I have studied the Uzumaki clan thoroughly since before becoming Raikage. I know many of their seals can weaken the target. Did Tsunade teach you some seal to possibly hinder me so that I am forced to give up my title as the Joint Alliance Commander?”
            This accusation flustered Sakura, ruffling her feathers and causing her to bristle in annoyance. Truly, she did not like this man. How dare he accuse her master of such underhanded tricks just to supplant him? Glowering up at him, she said with a blatant hint of venom in her voice, “Tsunade-sama has ordered me to do nothing but aid you, Raikage-sama. And that is all I’ve done. Tomorrow, the procedure will be completed, and you will have to worry about me and other possible ‘deceit’ no longer.”
            The defiance and disrespect of her tone could’ve earned her some serious punishment. A, however, elected to ignore his attitude. A liar would’ve broken their ground and desperately sought to convince him that there was nothing underhanded in the works; Sakura did not try to convince him of anything and just spoke the truth. For now, he would accept that the seal on his leg was only beneficiary. If there should be any change in health, attitude, or emotion in the morning, he’d given orders to Darui and C to detain the Konoha visitors.
            “Where is the Jinchuuriki?” he asked, his eyes briefly scanning to room to see if the boy was about. He had heard from Mabui that he might’ve still be roaming the tower.
            Sakura pursed her lips, for she had been wondering that same thing for now. “Naruto…” She said the name pointedly so that A would not forget that he was not simply known as Jinchuuriki. “… is wandering the building. He said he’d be back soon.”
            A’s harrumph didn’t sound displeased; more like he was musing. He leered at Sakura from the corner of his eye. “It’s good that he feels safe enough in my abode. There is no safer place in all the Five Countries, after all.”
            Then how and why did you get that wound on your leg? Sakura bit back the disrespectful comment. For now, she would simply tolerate A’s company and hoped that his interest in this room would soon be spent.
            In silence, they were together. The air was thick with tension. The Raikage stood there like he had never been in one of the guest rooms before. Sakura’s eyes remained fastened to the floor. Trying not to think about the experience earlier in the day was proving to be more challenging than she’d ever thought; sitting down on the bed’s edge, she was practically eye-level with his groin.
            “I have business to attend to,” A suddenly said. He acted like she was the one detaining him. He wheeled about swiftly for such a large man and headed out the door. He almost brought it closed before pausing to look back at his guest. “I look forward to tomorrow’s operation with much anticipation.” He spoke like it was a challenge, and then closed the door, leaving Sakura in silent, solitary contemplation.
            When she was sure that he would not make another sudden appearance, Sakura exhaled loudly in relief and let herself fall back over the bed. She splayed her arms out across the span of the bed. Now that the intense atmosphere had lifted, she could finally find some relaxation. Her eyes drifted shut for a moment, attempting to banish A completely from her mind. The way he was, it powerfully irked her! Assuming that Tsunade would try such underhanded techniques to weaken him; the Fifth Hokage – and the previous ones – had only sought peace with the other nations, yet A had the audacity to accuse them.
            If he was such a dislikeable man, a second voice echoed beneath her inner ranting, why was she still thinking about him? Well, that was an easy question, she thought snidely, unaware of the cocky glower on her face.
            Her sexual curiosity of his genitals!
            …
            At once, Sakura’s eyes flashed open as realization struck her in the gut. Was she seriously only thinking about the Raikage because she was interested in what he had hidden within his drawers? Was she mentally badmouthing him in an unconscious attempt to convince herself that he was a terrible person and did not deserve her constant thoughts?!
            She sat up and whimpered, the familiar heat returning to her veins and rousing the butterflies in her stomach. Her thighs clutched tightly together as if to hide the truth that her crotch was getting hot. Even her fingers and hands had started to twitch and tremble. Her heart was still thumping with the thrill of him standing in the same room with her.
            Oh no…
            Study! She came up with a solution before her arousal could be provoked and, inevitably, indulged! At once, she grabbed her textbook and flung it across her lap, gluing her eyes to the pages when she opened it. Focusing on these nearly-memorized texts was hard, but there was little else that could preoccupy the fiery pink-head from doing a curiously excited dance against her shorts with her fingers.
            Hours crept by at a snail’s pace, but Sakura had finally managed to focus. She read several chapters that brushed up on facts she already knew about Tsunade’s particular healing methods and how their strength-enhancing chakra could also be used to make them more flexible in certain situations. All these facts were rather trivial now that she had more or less mastered them. She may not have been at Tsunade’s level, but given that she started at a younger age, she had high hopes of matching her teacher’s status someday – maybe not as Hokage, but as a renowned medic.
            When her eyes could no longer bear the strain of rereading paragraphs that she’d practically memorized already, she set the textbook down and gave a great sigh as she stretched her arms over her head. Recapping the basics was always a good idea, she tried to convince herself. And now came the reward for her efforts.
            “I want to visit that hot spring bathroom,” she said out loud with an anxious grin. After such a stressful day, she owed it to herself to sink up to her chin in warm waters and forget all the cares of her young life.
            She went over to the drawer – Mabui assured her and Naruto that they were stocked with towels – and grabbed the first one she saw; a nice shade of pink to compliment her hair and fair skin. It’d be a little lonely bathing without anyone to talk to, but this was one of those times when she could appreciate the solitude.
            She peeked out of the room first, looking for any signs of Naruto. Of course, there were none. She sighed disappointedly; only he could manage to be entertained for hours on end looking through a building, though maybe his journey inevitably took him outside. Oh well, it was his loss; if he was present, Sakura was sure to lift the ban of sex and let him take her in the tub. There’d be a certain thrill doing it in the regal home of a foreign village, especially right underneath the spiteful Raikage’s nose.
            She scurried down the corridors leading to the glorious bathing area, and with no run-ins, it seemed that she was in some luck. Not a soul in sight, and she was free to bathe in blissful silence. She giggled softly to herself as she stood in front of the glamorous doors. Finally, she had a chance to indulge and take advantage of the niceties of Kumogakure without interruption. Perhaps the Kumo staff retired earlier in the day…
            Perhaps she should’ve been more mindful when she abruptly opened the door…
            It was too late for second chances, though. Steam wafted out of the opened doorway, lifting a veiling fog that could’ve shielded Sakura from what she unwittingly stumbled into. A mighty silhouette stood across from her – it took little guess to know who it was – and she was too stunned to look away.
            A grunted and unabashedly turned. His body was wet from his time in the bath, and Sakura had the poor timing to walk in just as he was putting on his towel. The view she had been ashamedly anxious to confirm earlier was on display long enough for her to etch a permanent picture in her mind of how massive the Fourth Raikage really was where it mattered to the opposite sex. She had honestly never believed she’d ever see something like it in her lifetime!
            It was huge! Colossal! And not even hard yet!
            Even as the girl was caught flabbergasted and bug-eyed, A did not hasten to fold his towel around his waist. He went at his own leisurely pace; what Tsunade’s student saw and was affected by was her own problem. He did not smirk, make a chastising remark, or turn away. He simply contemplated her reaction. Many women had seen him like this, but most of the reactions were similar; stunned silence was certainly the most-used reaction.
            Darui and C were there as well, chiseled bodies glistening with the moisture of the humid room. Sakura vaguely discovered that they, too, had been bathing, providing their Raikage with some company; they’d spent the time discussing the upcoming war. C quickly and modestly covered his nakedness – an object that could not boast A’s size, but still had some mass to be proud of when hard. He hastily tossed a towel over to Darui, who was a bit more noteworthy. All in all, Sakura summed up the room to have dicks to be proud of!
            Though she had done nothing but freeze in place and gawk dumbly, Darui quickly said to her, “Forgive me, Sakura-san, but I must request that you return to your room.” He fumbled with getting the towel around his waist; C was a bit less composed, but still managed to maintain his dignity. “The bathing room is occupied.” Obviously…
            Snapping from her daze, Sakura looked directly at him. Her face was still painted with a crimson blush, and she looked as though she didn’t understand what Darui had requested of her. For a moment, she was unsure if he even spoke her language. Even so, she could guess what was wanted of her. Therefore, she wheeled about, but before hurrying back to her room to hide under the covers, she impulsively faced the Raikage one last time, eyes ghosting over his body as though she’d receive a second look. And then she was gone, ready to barricade herself inside her room until it was absolutely necessary that she leave.
            In her absence, Darui rubbed the back of his head. “She could’ve at least closed the doors.” He shut them before turning to A. “This is why I told you we need locks on these doors, Boss.”
            A ignored his complaints. He was far more interested in this Konoha medic now. And for the first time since Sakura and Naruto showed up, he permitted a smirk on his face.
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            Sakura had thrown herself on the bed, pulled the covers up to her chin, and stared blankly at the ceiling. She couldn’t believe what she had just seen. Not just the Raikage, but Darui and C, too?! She was once proud to admit that her experience with naked men was at a low count – considering that Ino had many known relationships – and now a good single experience had jumped up to four! All because she didn’t knock first!
            Probably the worst part of it all was the sensation in her loins. She’d been treading towards dangerous thoughts, but she was able to stay away from them for the better part of the day. Now it felt like her nether regions were beginning to salivate. She’d never felt more perverted! Ino would probably be jealous of her; all of her run-ins with men couldn’t possibly have resulted in each man being no less than seven inches.
            “Just what do they eat here?” whimpered Sakura after pulling the covers over her head and preparing for a long, awkward night…
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