NARUTO | the tallest tower {team seven, sai, yamato}
Sakura really hated being a kunoichi, sometimes. Like now, for instance.
It’d been a simple mission - Sakura was supposed to guard a young daimyo while he attended a party being held by his family’s rivals. She’d jumped at the chance to dress up and actually act like a girl for once. Then Tsunade had gone and assigned the rest of her team and her two ex-teachers to accompany her.
It was completely unnecessary; Sakura was certain Tsunade had only done it out of sheer sadism. She knew how the boys got when it came to missions where she had to, God forbid, interact with the opposite sex.
Somehow, though, they’d managed to behave the whole time she was preparing. As a reward, she’d done everything she could to look as un-sexy as possible, without being unattractive. A floor length light green ballroom gown had seemed appropriate, complete with elbow gloves. And she could wear her shorts and boots under it too, just in case. It was perfect.
And yet, somehow, she was still being shoved up against a wall, by her charge, no less, while his fingers scrabbled at the buttons holding the back of her outfit together.
Absently, she realized her headset was still in her ear and she hadn’t said anything since she’d first been dragged into the alcove in the hall. Her teammates were sounding rather… frantic.
“SAKURA-CHAN,” Naruto all but screamed. “IF YOU ARE BEING RAPED, YELL ‘RAMEN’.”
She suppressed a snort and the urge to do just that. Less than thirty seconds later, Sasuke went, “Shut up, moron. Sakura, say something before I kick his ass. Again."
“I KICKED YOUR ASS LAST TIME, BASTARD, OR DID YOU FORGET BECAUSE OF ALL THE BLOWS TO YOUR HEAD.”
“It appears Dickless has not hit puberty yet,” Sai deadpanned. “He screeches like a little girl. This would explain his lack of penis.”
“STOP TALKING ABOUT MY --”
“Everyone shut up,” Kakashi drawled. “Sakura, come in.”
“Ugly, I hope you aren’t being tortured - you’re hideous enough as is.”
“Sai,” Yamato went, “stop talking.”
“You’re asking for this you know,” her charge said, when she pretended to squirm helplessly, all the while waiting for an opportunity to knee him in the groin, or punch him in the face. Or both. He’d been underestimating her from the beginning, so it’d be a nice shock. “Stop moving, already.”
It was quiet. Sakura had barely noticed his tugging fingers until she heard a rip. She blinked, looked down. “Hey! This was expensive.”
“Shut up, you stupid girl.”
Then, in her ear, “Sakura, where the fuck has he got you.”
Oh right, she thought belatedly, they could hear him.
“I’ll scream,” she said, almost bored. He stopped trying to get his hand down the top of her dress and sneered at her. Too bad - he was kind of cute.
“No one’s going to hear you,” he said. “They’re all in the ballroom. No one’s going to be coming out into the hall for a while, much less look in one of the alco --”
“Never mind,” she interrupted. “Screaming isn’t necessary. My teammates can hear you through my headset.”
He froze, fingers touching her collarbone. She smiled, saccharine sweet, and gathered enough charka to her fist to break all his perfect, even teeth.
Of course, a bird flew right through the window behind him just then and started attacking his head. Sakura took one look at it and sighed. “Sai…”
Not a second later, Sasuke was standing across from them, Sharingan activated. She watched her charge flail helplessly, moving away from her as he swatted at the bird. She pulled the top of her dress up a little. “Hi, Sasuke-kun. Great night we’re having, isn’t it?”
“Hn,” he said, and then all hell broke loose.
--
One rasengan, two chidori, a hundred birds (because Sai had no concept of subtly or self-restraint, for that matter) and a wooden box later, Sakura found herself being fussed over by one Uzumaki Naruto.
“Where did he touch you?” Naruto stared at her neck, probably looking for hickies, and checked her face for injury. “He better not have hit you, or I’ll --”
“He tried to grope me,” she deadpanned, running a hand through her now-messy hair. “Good thing I bought the most impossible dress on the planet.”
Naruto scrunched his eyes up at her. “Don’t worry, Sakura-chan,” he said, and Sakura missed the way his hand moved down from her shoulder. “I’ll wash away the sin for you!”
“Wash away the --” His hand danced over the swell of her breast. “NARUTO!”
He landed at the other end of the hall with a swelling cheek. Sasuke looked like he was about to rip out someone’s spine, so she walked over to him and grabbed his arm, thoroughly intent on distracting him from any homicidal urges he was having. The last thing any of them needed was him sprouting hands from his back. Again. “I need your jacket.”
He looked at her and blinked hard. She gestured to the rip in the side of her dress. “It keeps slipping down, and I really don’t want to flash anyone.”
“Aa,” Sasuke said, and shrugged off his jounin vest with ease.
“Your face would probably blind them before you ever got the chance,” Sai said, not looking up from his sketchpad. Sakura slipped on the vest and then very methodically cracked her knuckles one by one. “Which is actually a shame; your breasts are much more attractive than your fa -”
“Sai,” Kakashi sighed, as Sakura sent him flying down the hall. He landed next to Naruto, sporting a bruise that mirrored the blonde’s. “Learn to quit while you’re ahead.”
Sasuke was visibly holding Sakura back from another rampage and seemed to actually be enjoying it, if his smirk was any indication. Kakashi tried to pinpoint the exact moment his cute little students had turned into groping, hormonal teenagers with no common sense whatsoever with a great sense of failure.
“Where did I go wrong?” he asked aloud, rubbing his chin. “What happened?”
Next to him, Yamato shook his head. “Sexual frustration,” he deadpanned, staring pointedly at the four teens in front of them - Naruto was trying to pry Sakura away from Sasuke, who’s Sharingan was up again, and Sai kept making offhanded remarks about Sakura’s chest. “It happens to the best of us.”
“I’m going to get blamed for this, somehow,” Kakashi remarked.
“Icha Icha?”
Kakashi sighed mournfully, and started reading the orange book in question. “Icha Icha.”
He tried very hard not to notice that what his students were doing now resembled page forty-three.
It’d been a simple mission - Sakura was supposed to guard a young daimyo while he attended a party being held by his family’s rivals. She’d jumped at the chance to dress up and actually act like a girl for once. Then Tsunade had gone and assigned the rest of her team and her two ex-teachers to accompany her.
It was completely unnecessary; Sakura was certain Tsunade had only done it out of sheer sadism. She knew how the boys got when it came to missions where she had to, God forbid, interact with the opposite sex.
Somehow, though, they’d managed to behave the whole time she was preparing. As a reward, she’d done everything she could to look as un-sexy as possible, without being unattractive. A floor length light green ballroom gown had seemed appropriate, complete with elbow gloves. And she could wear her shorts and boots under it too, just in case. It was perfect.
And yet, somehow, she was still being shoved up against a wall, by her charge, no less, while his fingers scrabbled at the buttons holding the back of her outfit together.
Absently, she realized her headset was still in her ear and she hadn’t said anything since she’d first been dragged into the alcove in the hall. Her teammates were sounding rather… frantic.
“SAKURA-CHAN,” Naruto all but screamed. “IF YOU ARE BEING RAPED, YELL ‘RAMEN’.”
She suppressed a snort and the urge to do just that. Less than thirty seconds later, Sasuke went, “Shut up, moron. Sakura, say something before I kick his ass. Again."
“I KICKED YOUR ASS LAST TIME, BASTARD, OR DID YOU FORGET BECAUSE OF ALL THE BLOWS TO YOUR HEAD.”
“It appears Dickless has not hit puberty yet,” Sai deadpanned. “He screeches like a little girl. This would explain his lack of penis.”
“STOP TALKING ABOUT MY --”
“Everyone shut up,” Kakashi drawled. “Sakura, come in.”
“Ugly, I hope you aren’t being tortured - you’re hideous enough as is.”
“Sai,” Yamato went, “stop talking.”
“You’re asking for this you know,” her charge said, when she pretended to squirm helplessly, all the while waiting for an opportunity to knee him in the groin, or punch him in the face. Or both. He’d been underestimating her from the beginning, so it’d be a nice shock. “Stop moving, already.”
It was quiet. Sakura had barely noticed his tugging fingers until she heard a rip. She blinked, looked down. “Hey! This was expensive.”
“Shut up, you stupid girl.”
Then, in her ear, “Sakura, where the fuck has he got you.”
Oh right, she thought belatedly, they could hear him.
“I’ll scream,” she said, almost bored. He stopped trying to get his hand down the top of her dress and sneered at her. Too bad - he was kind of cute.
“No one’s going to hear you,” he said. “They’re all in the ballroom. No one’s going to be coming out into the hall for a while, much less look in one of the alco --”
“Never mind,” she interrupted. “Screaming isn’t necessary. My teammates can hear you through my headset.”
He froze, fingers touching her collarbone. She smiled, saccharine sweet, and gathered enough charka to her fist to break all his perfect, even teeth.
Of course, a bird flew right through the window behind him just then and started attacking his head. Sakura took one look at it and sighed. “Sai…”
Not a second later, Sasuke was standing across from them, Sharingan activated. She watched her charge flail helplessly, moving away from her as he swatted at the bird. She pulled the top of her dress up a little. “Hi, Sasuke-kun. Great night we’re having, isn’t it?”
“Hn,” he said, and then all hell broke loose.
--
One rasengan, two chidori, a hundred birds (because Sai had no concept of subtly or self-restraint, for that matter) and a wooden box later, Sakura found herself being fussed over by one Uzumaki Naruto.
“Where did he touch you?” Naruto stared at her neck, probably looking for hickies, and checked her face for injury. “He better not have hit you, or I’ll --”
“He tried to grope me,” she deadpanned, running a hand through her now-messy hair. “Good thing I bought the most impossible dress on the planet.”
Naruto scrunched his eyes up at her. “Don’t worry, Sakura-chan,” he said, and Sakura missed the way his hand moved down from her shoulder. “I’ll wash away the sin for you!”
“Wash away the --” His hand danced over the swell of her breast. “NARUTO!”
He landed at the other end of the hall with a swelling cheek. Sasuke looked like he was about to rip out someone’s spine, so she walked over to him and grabbed his arm, thoroughly intent on distracting him from any homicidal urges he was having. The last thing any of them needed was him sprouting hands from his back. Again. “I need your jacket.”
He looked at her and blinked hard. She gestured to the rip in the side of her dress. “It keeps slipping down, and I really don’t want to flash anyone.”
“Aa,” Sasuke said, and shrugged off his jounin vest with ease.
“Your face would probably blind them before you ever got the chance,” Sai said, not looking up from his sketchpad. Sakura slipped on the vest and then very methodically cracked her knuckles one by one. “Which is actually a shame; your breasts are much more attractive than your fa -”
“Sai,” Kakashi sighed, as Sakura sent him flying down the hall. He landed next to Naruto, sporting a bruise that mirrored the blonde’s. “Learn to quit while you’re ahead.”
Sasuke was visibly holding Sakura back from another rampage and seemed to actually be enjoying it, if his smirk was any indication. Kakashi tried to pinpoint the exact moment his cute little students had turned into groping, hormonal teenagers with no common sense whatsoever with a great sense of failure.
“Where did I go wrong?” he asked aloud, rubbing his chin. “What happened?”
Next to him, Yamato shook his head. “Sexual frustration,” he deadpanned, staring pointedly at the four teens in front of them - Naruto was trying to pry Sakura away from Sasuke, who’s Sharingan was up again, and Sai kept making offhanded remarks about Sakura’s chest. “It happens to the best of us.”
“I’m going to get blamed for this, somehow,” Kakashi remarked.
“Icha Icha?”
Kakashi sighed mournfully, and started reading the orange book in question. “Icha Icha.”
He tried very hard not to notice that what his students were doing now resembled page forty-three.