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Day 6: Undercover - ssskmonth

Source: Ep. 129 from Boruto

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SSM21 Day 6: Undercover

"Stop it!" She heard him hissed.

A tear roll down her cheek as she aimed her chakra infused punched in his direction.

"Why should I?–" She pauses to pant, and run again to his direction and readied her legs to kick him square on his stomachp before she continue her sentence.

"When you turned your back against the village. When you become a traitor. You're a missing nin, who left everyone behind. For your selfish selfish reason. Why should I not fighting you when you left me on the bench, during a cold cold night, alone." She probably didn't notice it but she was shouting, and more tears pouring out of her eyes drenched her cheeks.

Her fighting was sloppy as she randomly hit Sasuke with her fist, leg, elbow. She was a mess, and it was all because of him.

"You're an idiot. An absolute idiot. And speaking about solitude, like you're the only one experiencing from it." She laughs, and its not her usual cheery laugh. Sasuke hated that sound.

"And I was an idiot too. Feeling the solitude–" She hits Sasuke hard on his side, "over your disappearance." She sobs, "And all those people."

"They thought I didn't know. But of course I did, I was there." At that moment, she was incoherent.

"Poor girl, mourning over a traitor. Oh she thought she was in love. She should get over him already." another round of tears cascade down her cheeks, "I was so stupid for still loving you. Despite all the things those people say, despite everything you've done to me." She was crying so hard, while at the same time holding her hands together over her chest, infront of the boy she loved and still loves, pouring her heart out.

"God, I love you so much that I can't stand someone else's killing you." She looks up, "I have to kill you, Sasuke-kun." She pleaded, eyes filled with sorrow.

"I can't see somebody murder you. I–I want to do it myself. Please, please." She was crying so hard that her shoulder shook.

Sasuke sighs as he moves toward her, "Sit down."

Sakura shakes her head vigorously, "No–I–please, Sasuke-kun. Just let me do this."

"Sit down, Sakura." He stressed, while make himself comfortable on the ground, leaning against the tree.

Maybe it was the way he says her name, the coarse of his voice, the hidden gentleness, the way he pronounced it. It was sooo Sasuke that she has no choice but to comply.

"I take that Naruto and Kakashi didn't tell you." He started.

Sakura turns her gaze while wipe away her tears away from her cheeks to look at him, "Tell me what?"

"I killed Itachi–"

"I know that, your revenge is finally done."

"Sakura, listen." Sakura nodded her head stiffly

"I found out the truth about him. He acted as double agent to both Konoha and our clan during his time as Anbu. Our.. Clan was planning a coup." Sasuke paused as he watched Sakura's eyes widen as her mouth parted in surprised.

"He was instructed to annihilate every member of the clan. He had spare me, of course." Sasuke makes a mocking face at that, "And of course he went off acting as the bad person to save the council's faces."

"Oh, Sasuke-kun." Sakura started and then he was brought into Sakura's embrace. She cries. Of course she will; doesn't matter how long years has past, and how much she has changed, she's still Sakura.

"And you," Sakura asked, tilting her hrad upward to look him in the eyes, "What are you doing now?"

"I'm on unofficial mission for Konoha under Kakashi and Tsunade's order to do undercover job. My task is to gather as much information I can from Akatsuki."

Sakura blinks a few times in confusion, "What? You mean like a spy?"

Sasuke raises one eyebrow, as he nodded.

"You're not a traitor?" Sakura asked cautiously as to not offend him.

"I was. I decided not to when I came across Kakashi, and he-talked me out of it. Since I was already in that organisation, I offered them my service."

Sakura's eyes widen, "You're not bad."

Sasuke tched and roll his eyes.

And then Sakura laughs so hard, "And here I was, confessing my heart out thinking I won't be able to do it in the future." She laughed again, louder this time.

"You should stop, we might got caught like this." Sasuke said.

Sakura nods as she stifles her giggle before she finally stop, "So when are you going home." She said, stand herself up as Sasuke did.

"Not now, apparently. Probably not soon either."

Smiling softly, she nodded. "I'm sorry, for hitting you." She said shyly, her hands clasped at her back.

"Hn, that's fine. I kind of deserve that."

"Okay."

"Go back to the village. There's nothing more for you here."

Sakura chuckles, "That's where you're wrong, Sasuke-kun." With that, she stands up on her tippy toes to match her ex comrade height, and lightly planted her lips over his.

She was gone right after, leaving Sasuke; confused, in dazed and most definitely crave for more.

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To Die By Her Lips

Prompt: Jutsu and Undercover | AO3 link here. Connect with me on Twitter. Happy SS Month everyone! 🌸🍅🥗 @ssskmonth

A/N: Only for teens and up! No explicit NSFW, but there are ��building-up” scenes so please steer clear of this chapter if you’re uncomfortable. Thank you! I really listened to James Bond music just to get in the right headspace for this part, and my boyfriend pestered me why I was playing the OSTs. But hey, I know Skyfall and License to Kill!

“I have half of a mind to send you with Naruto, but he is literally getting married next month so that’s a no. I also asked Shizune but apparently Genma banned her from these kinds of missions even though they really haven’t confessed to each other yet so that leaves you…..and the one person I know you could do it with,” Kakashi, now the Lord Sixth, tells the pink-haired kunoichi over the mountains of paperwork in his desk.

Sakura crosses her arms in front of her chest and taps her foot impatiently. “You’re really pulling me in the middle of reorganization of field corps?”

Kakashi sighs dejectedly and gives her those tired eye smile that also meant take what you can and go. “Yes, think of it as your vacation. You never went home for over two months, Sakura.”

“But you’re sending me away?” she protests, but this falls on deaf ears. “Okay, what’s the mission?”

There’s a mischievous glint in her sensei’s eyes. “He will brief you in your apartment, but you will have to leave by dawn. Have a good trip and come back safe, you two.”

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Oh. Sakura’s mouth opens wide at the sight of Sasuke cooking in her kitchen. She senses the group of anbu outside, still keeping him in check every time he comes back to the village.

He opens her refrigerator, and his face grimaces at the smell. “You should just turn this off.”

“Hey, I was busy,” Sakura tells him as she pouts. “I feel like I don’t deserve to be called out as a sloth when I’m working hard at the hospital.” She goes to his side and peeks over his shoulder. “I see we’re having ramen for dinner.”

Sasuke turns off the stove and wraps his lone arm around her waist. She smells her shampoo in his hair as he leans in and kisses her full on the mouth. “Thanks for the welcome gift.”

Sakura playfully pushes him away, taken aback by his boldness in a space full of anbu eyes, and her temper flares when he smirks at her embarrassed expression. “So what’s the mission about?”

“It requires your charm.”

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Sucks to be kissed by him for practice. She is sulking, and her temper is foul, but strangers can hardly see this myriad of emotions on her face or on her body. She’s dressed in a bodycon outfit, sheer black with sprinkles of crystals, bare back, and a plunging neckline. Her hair has grown long just above her waist, but she tied it up earlier into a high knot bun, considering how Sasuke kept on twirling strands of her hair in his fingers. And as an afterthought, they dyed it temporarily with platinum blonde.

From what Sasuke told her as they cuddled on her single bed – god she should have bought a king-size – they were after a landlord and a rising tycoon. Ironically, he was both feudal landlord and a capitalist, and he planned to ship unapproved soldier pills to countries which Konoha have strained, if not severed, ties with. These were no ordinary soldier pills, these were designed to replicate a jinchuriki’s power enough to last a whole month. And a war in the middle of political transitions with thousands of ninjas of power levels similar to that of Naruto’s will be easy to win.

She feels the heat of Sasuke’s gaze behind the guise of the tipsy crowd, his onyx eyes following her every step and turn in the highest heels they could find when they arrived in this town, but he is to stay hidden at all times, never to intervene. He is there for backup, but there really is no need. She is chosen primarily for this mission because first and foremost, she is a woman, and being a woman has its tremendous advantage. Despite the fast changing world, there are still men who believe females are mere dolls, submissive, and open for taking. Second, she knows how to stop her chakra flow – just enough to confuse the guards and mercenaries scattered all over the bar. A recent self-learning of her, she also applied this jutsu to Sasuke, giving her another layer of protection if things go awry.

She spots their target – he is sitting alone in the couch on the center of the bar, a glass of scotch in his hand, the liquid swirling, and his eyes traveling across her body. If his eyes had tongue, Sakura would have cut it off the moment it attempted to lick. She sways towards him, getting a champagne flute from a passing waiter, and slides to his side, his arm quickly grabbing her shoulder.

“The fortune-teller was right,” the tycoon whispers against her exposed clavicle, and she smells the alcohol. “I am lucky tonight.”

She downs the champagne in one long drink. “Want to test your fortune?” Sakura isn’t the master of seduction in their small team. It’s actually Shizune, followed by Tsunade, and her. It isn’t something she wanted to learn as her heart had always been focused on one person.

“Hmm baby, you landed right beside me, I think my fortune is at its peak.” It doesn’t escape her that his hand already went to her side, near her buttocks, and he squeezes one of the cheeks.

A vein throbs on her temple, and she suppresses the urge to punch him in the face and send his decapitated head crashing through the walls. She edges closer to him and starts to unbutton his shirt. In a club filled with drug-induced people, no one will really give a bat at public fornication. She kisses the tycoon full on the mouth, just like what Sasuke taught her, and passes the poison she swallowed this morning. Her chakra control hidden under his machinations help ease out the liquid she froze in her bloodstream. Her capillaries feel the burn left by her own concoction, but she continues teasing his tongue with hers, so much so that he is left gasping and breathless.

She pulls away a second after his body combusts, and she stares with an amused expression as if she enjoys the sight of torture. Maybe she does. With their combined jutsu, everyone, including the stationed guards and assassins, sees both the target and his eye candy woman burst into ordinary red-orange flames, like how they would be if they were blazed with gasoline. But these were Amaterasu flames, unyielding, forever burning.

Sakura finds him waiting in the shadows with his hand already held out to hers, and she quickly takes it, feeling the exhilaration from a successful mission. They disappear into thin air without any trace, and a moment after, teleport to their hotel in another disguise. A couple in honeymoon who never left their room since they checked in this morning. The wide glass windows give them the bird’s eye view – the bar at the center of the town and the warehouses near the port still burning. Ambulances start to rush to both scenes but the flames are difficult to put out.

“When you said you’ll practice your genjutsu, I didn’t expect you’ll use it on a whole town,” Sasuke leans against the glass and observes the face of his partner through the reflection.

A maniacal smile starts to form on her lips and she laughs; at first, just under her breath, barely audible, but it bubbles and now echoes against the four walls of their suite. “That was satisfying.”

Sasuke smirks, enjoying this side of her. “Is it my turn now to die by your lips?”