Seven Days of Seduction Ch. 2
[Seven Days of Seduction ch. 2]
Seven days of Seduction
Seven Days of Seduction - Chapter 2 - An Embarrassing Moment…
Pursuit and seduction are the essence of sexuality…It’s part of the sizzle…
“We’ll open them together on the count of three…One…two…three” said Ino and instantly all four girls opened their slips to stare at the names on them.
“You have got to be kidding me!” moaned Tenten, speaking up first, while the rest just looked stunned.
“I think I’ll second that,” Ino’s face had a look of despair. Hinata, on the other hand, was as white as the paper, her mouth slightly open in shock. Sakura just stared, in disbelief, at the name on hers, as if hoping she was seeing things.
“So girls, who did you get?” Ino looked keenly at each of them.
“I got Ebisu!” Tenten grimaced.
“Really? I got Iruka Sensei,” Ino exclaimed, disappointed. Turning, they looked at Hinata, now recovered from her initial shock, but whose face was now completely red.
I-I p-picked N-Naruto,” she mumbled, before passing out. Ino and Tenten shared a look of surprise, before glancing expectantly at Sakura, who still stared, in disbelief, at the paper in her hand. When she didn’t speak up, Ino sighed impatiently, snatching it from her, before looking eagerly at it.
You got Kakashi?” cried both girls as one, each looking slightly miffed, especially Ino.
“It’s got to be some kind of joke. Maybe I’m dreaming…I’ll wake up any second now…,” Sakura whispered, before Ino gave her arm an ungentle pinch, making her yelp.
“What was that for?” Sakura glared at her, rubbing her sore spot. Tenten was trying to awaken Hinata, who lay, completely out, on the floor, but, so far, she wasn’t having any luck. Ino got up, fetched a glass of water, and then poured it out onto Hinata’s face. Instantly, the girl woke, lashing out her arms at the sudden attack. Ino waved off the disapproving look Tenten shot at her, before turning to all three girls.
“Okay, we know our targets, so now we can move on to the difficult part, which is the preparation. With the exception of Hinata, we’re dealing with older guys, so our lack of experience makes things a bit trickier. I assume you three are virgins?” she asked, and hesitantly, they nodded. Hinata had semi-recovered, her face now looking quite pale, as she looked, distracted, off into a corner. Sakura was having similar problems as she pondered her bad luck.
*Why the hell did I have to pick Kakashi Sensei, of all people?* was the only thought that ran, repeating, through her head.
“Can you please pay attention? This is important!” said Ino loudly, bringing them instantly back to the present. Once she was satisfied that she had their complete attention, she continued.
“There’s no point wasting time crying over who you picked, and no way you can back out now, so get over it! Since I’m the only one with any sexual experience, I’ll have to share what I know, so you can get a brief idea of what, and what not, to expect. Also, I have something to show you that’ll help considerably with what we’re going to do,” she got up from her seat, heading into her bedroom, before returning, less than a minute later. She hid one hand, with something in it, behind her back, out of sight. Returning to her seat, she held it out in front of them.
It was the latest in the Icha Icha series, just out that very day, and, strangely enough, it was entitled Icha Icha Seduction.
“I want you to read each and every one of the books in the Icha Icha series, memorising as much as you can, because it’ll come in very handy. This is where we’ll get our key info from. The author is an absolute pervert, so you can expect it to be filled with juicy facts. Once we’ve done that, we’ll work on the next part. Do any of you have any questions?” she asked. Tenten, Hinata and Sakura gazed, unblinking, back at her, making her sigh.
“Look, I know you’re all nervous, but we’re working together on this and I assure you, it will work out. We’re the Kunoichi of the Hidden Leaf! Nothing is impossible for us, I want you to always remember that,” she stated firmly. They managed to react to this, though their smiles seemed false.
*Maybe this is going to take longer than I thought,* Ino inwardly sighed. But, in a way, she couldn’t blame them for their reactions. She understood how Sakura felt about the whole ‘Sensei’ thing, but it couldn’t be helped. There was no turning back, and she was determined they were all going to succeed in seducing the guys they picked, even if it killed her. If there was one thing Ino Yamanaka never ran from, it was a challenge!
The girls, minus Ino, headed for the only book store in the village to get their copies of Icha Icha.
“This is stupid!” Sakura repeatedly moaned. The other two politely ignored her, preoccupied with their own predicaments.
“Seriously you guys! I don’t think I can do this” Sakura said in despair, feeling the need to bang her head on a brick wall somewhere. Their faces full of understanding, Tenten and Hinata turned to look at her.
“I know you can do this, Sakura. I mean, come on…Kakashi Sensei? You have to admit there’s something mysterious and definitely sexy about him. I wouldn’t have minded picking him,” Tenten winked, surprising both of them.
“You think Kakashi Sensei is…sexy?” Sakura slowly repeated, as Tenten sheepishly nodded.
“Of course…don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. Are you blind or something? Even Ino thinks he’s hot; it was her who put his name down. I recognised her handwriting on the paper you picked; I bet she wanted him, but you beat her to it,” Tenten slyly replied. Sakura frowned, recalling it had looked suspiciously like Ino’s writing on the paper she’d been stuck with. At this point, they reached the bookstore, looking around quickly, in case anyone they knew was nearby. Luckily there wasn’t, so they stepped inside, sighing in relief.
Getting caught buying the Icha Icha collection was not a thought they wanted to dwell on, as they glanced around the store, searching for the overrated books.
“I see them…o-over there,” whispered Hinata, blushing slightly as she pointed toward the adult section. They made their way over, all the while worriedly glancing around the store. The owner, currently sitting by the till, drank from a coffee mug, as he peered closely at the Icha Icha Seduction book in his hand. It seemed everyone was obsessed with those darn porn books.
They released the breath they’d been holding, as they paused, directly in front of the huge Icha Icha display and saw no one they knew. Tenten, hurriedly grabbed a copy of each book, for a total of eight, before rushing toward the till, as Sakura and Hinata looked on in open mouthed amazement.
“Hello, girls. Imagine, bumping into you here.” The voice, laced with amusement came from directly behind them, making them jump in shock. Sakura recognised it instantly, as they turned to face its owner, wishing the ground would swallow her whole.
Kakashi stood staring at both of them with an arched eyebrow, glancing at the display behind, before turning back again.
“I didn’t know the two of you read the Icha Icha books,” he teased, as they stared back, completely tongue-tied, forgetting how to speak, let alone think.
“Sakura, Hinata, hurry up already,” called Tenten from the till. Sakura almost face palmed, as Kakashi curiously glanced at Tenten, who carried all eight books in her arms, then back at them.
“Never mind,” he carelessly shrugged his shoulders, reaching out to grab a copy of Seduction, before walking away. They watched, as Tenten, gasping in surprise at seeing Kakashi, instantly dropped the books she was carrying. Strangely, Kakashi completely ignored her, quickly paying for his book and turning to leave.
“Don’t be late for the training session tomorrow, Sakura,” he called back, waving goodbye before disappearing. Sakura, completely mortified, sank to the ground, wondering if things could get any worse. Tenten, ignoring the owner, who was glaring at her, picked up her books, hurrying over to where the other two girls were.
“I can’t believe he caught us buying this shit!” she moaned, appalled.
“I-I think we should hurry up and leave before someone else sees us,” Hinata mumbled quickly, grabbing her eight books. Sakura, sighing in resignation, got up, to pick her own copies, before they walked to the till together. Once they were outside, with the books safely hidden in doubled bags, they relaxed.
“I don’t know how I’m going to face him, after this,” Sakura whined, thinking about the training session.
“At least he didn’t see you carrying all eight of the Icha Icha books,” Tenten pointed out…
Several more minutes of complaining later, they parted ways and headed home. As she took the route to her apartment, Sakura begrudgingly thought, about the whole mess, even though she’d have preferred to forget it. There was no way to refuse; Ino had specifically made that clear before they agreed, so now she had no choice but to go along.
Turning her thoughts to what Tenten had said earlier, she found herself considering Kakashi Sensei, concluding there’d been some truth in it. He was, indeed, a mystery man, with an aura of sexiness, if looked at from a different perspective than the one she’d always held. It wasn’t his mask, or that no one knew what he looked like, it was more in how he presented himself to everyone around him. His style, coolness and aloofness was enough to get any woman’s attention, but, deep down, she knew there was more to him.
They’d known each other for seven years now, spending countless hours working on the same team, among other things. Sasuke had eventually returned to the Hidden Leaf Village, after Naruto had convinced him into thinking differently and she’d be eternally grateful to him. He’d kept his promise, with Team Seven finally reuniting. Even so… going through that period of suffering, after he’d walked away from them, was something she could never forget. After all, it was the reason she was the person she was, today.
Sakura Haruno was one of the best Medical Ninja in the Hidden Leaf Village, Lady Tsunade’s personal disciple and a full fledged Jounin. It was a big achievement. She’d come a long way from the once useless Genin, who always relied on others to save her. Now, her team mates looked at her with respect, easily relying on her to save their necks if the need arose.
Team Seven, now, was the Hidden Leaf’s strongest, and as the Hokage knew, they were their best hope, needed for S Rank missions that seemed impossible to complete. After all, a team consisting of the Nine Tailed Jinchuuriki, the sole Uchiha clan survivor, the Copy Ninja and a younger version of Lady Tsunade, herself, was bound to be amazingly strong. It’d been awkward at first, when their old team had been reinstated and ordered to go on S Rank missions by the Hokage. It took time, adjusting to Sasuke working with them again, but, soon enough, after continuous training directed by Kakashi, they got easily back into it.
She recalled his face, as he gave that speech, not long ago, about how proud he was. The day Sasuke and Naruto finally became Jounin, one she’d remember for the rest of her life. It was one of the few times they’d actually glimpsed emotions from him, both boys, she remembered, being noticeably astounded.
Now, he’d pointed out, that they were officially equals; there was no need to call him Sensei. Old habits die hard, though. After reminding both Naruto and her several times when they forgot, he’d given up. Sasuke easily settled for Kakashi, he’d never really referred to him as Sensei. It had always been” Kakashi this”, “Kakashi that”.
She walked out onto her apartment balcony, peering up at the sky. It was getting dark, the sun already setting in the far distance, with a light breeze picking up, after the hot day. Down below, voices could be heard, as local shop keepers wished last customers good night, before closing for the day. Inhaling deeply, she smiled, before inside to prepare supper.
An hour later, freshly showered and dressed in a comfortable, loose t shirt, she settled into bed to begin reading the first Icha Icha. It was late, when she finished, falling asleep, without noticing the time. Only half an hour later, her alarm went off, and she groaned as she lifted her head off the pillow.
“Why the hell do we have to get up so early for training?” she grumbled in frustration, dragging her body out of bed toward the bathroom…
Hinata finished the first book, stifling a yawn as she glanced at the bedside table clock. It was already 6am, time to get up and she hadn’t got a wink of sleep all night. No surprise there; she’d been in a constant state of anxiety since seeing Naruto’s name on the slip of paper. She’d tried to tell herself it was okay, countless times, but her darkest fears betrayed her. Finally deciding it was useless trying to sleep, she’s pulled out the first book and started reading.
All of her evil thoughts vanished, as she skimmed through the pages. She concentrated on the story, unable to resist blushing, occasionally, when the language got very obscene. Making things worse; thoughts of her with Naruto, conjured by her naughty side, would cloud her mind. It was pitiful, how easy it was for her to blush. No matter how hard she tried not to, she couldn’t help it. It was like a disease, playing mind games on her. Try as she might to cure it, it only got worse.
Although the cold shower did help clear her mind and dampened all lingering visions of Naruto doing naughty things to her…
Tenten dodged Lee’s onslaught, before distancing herself, to shoot quick precise arrows at him with her bow. When he ducked, she pulled out her scroll, launching weapons at him with lightning like speed. She watched him quickly moving around them, and when the last one hit a safe distance away from him, he dropped to the ground, breathing heavily.
“That…was great, Tenten,” he said, between pants. She swiftly landed, next to him and began picking up her weaponry.
“I’m going to head home now. That’s enough training for today,” she told him. He gave her thumbs up.
“I’ll see you later then,” he replied tiredly, as she waved before walking home. She knew they hadn’t trained much today, but, after staying up all night, reading porn; she really wasn’t in the mood. It was unbelievable, that an old pervert like Jiraiya could write like that! Once she’d begun reading, she couldn’t stop. Maybe it was the way everything was so clearly explained, that fascinated her. Ino hadn’t exaggerated, when she said the books would be the perfect aid in their plan. Already, just using her mouth and tongue alone, she knew how to make a man cum, referred to as a ‘blowjob’. The book clearly described each and every little detail, much to her delight. It would clearly come in handy later.
She’d also noted how the book’s female characters used their bodies in different ways, to grab the men’s attention. It was incredible, what a small display of cleavage and skin could do to a man’s hormones! She was definitely going to need a change of appearance for the task ahead…
Ino waited outside the Academy, watching for him. She knew this was his usually time to make his way to work, and as predicted, she saw him walking towards her, only minutes later.
“Iruka Sensei, how are you?” she called as he approached. He looked at her with obvious surprise, smiling brightly.
“Ino? Long time, no see. I’m good, thanks. What about you? How’s it going at the hospital?” he replied, to which she pouted.
“I’ve been good, but working at the hospital isn’t as good as it used to be. I thought becoming a Medical Ninja would be right for me, but I guess I was wrong. I don’t think I have what it takes,” she pretended disappointment. Iruka was instantly concerned, placing a comforting hand on her bare shoulder.
“Does this have something to do with how Sakura’s doing? I know you two still have some kind of rivalry going on, but you don’t have to push yourself so much. Take it easy, at your own pace. If you strain your abilities, you’re bound to fall back at some point. You’re a great Medical Ninja, Ino. Don’t you forget that,” Iruka told her firmly. She gave him her special smile.
“Oh Iruka Sensei, you’re the best. You wouldn’t believe how much I needed to hear that! I mean, no one’s given me advice like that since Asuma Sensei passed away. He always knew what to say to make me feel better. Sometimes, I wish he was still here,” she looked sadly off, into the distance.
“I’m always here for you, Ino, if you need any help, or a shoulder to cry on. I may’ve taught you years ago, but I’ll always be your first Sensei,” he replied cheerfully.
“Really? That would be so great. Maybe we can meet up, sometime soon and you can help me with a few other problems. I could really use your advice, Iruka Sensei,” she gave him her best puppy dog eyes.
“Sure, why not?” he gave in with a chuckle.
“Oh, thank you so much. How about tomorrow night? We can meet up at 7pm, at that new bar everyone’s been talking about,” she said happily. He hesitated for a split second, before nodding.
“That’s fine by me. I’ll see you then,” he waved as he walked off. She waved back, turning away before smirking triumphantly.
“Gotcha!” she said…
Sakura hauled her heavy feet toward the bridge, where Sasuke and Naruto stood waiting.
“Sakura, you made it,” called Naruto, cheerfully. She shot him a warning look, making him flinch in confusion. Sasuke, cocking an eyebrow, didn’t comment.
“I bet he’s going to be late again! Here we are, up early, waiting around like idiots!” she moaned.
“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” Naruto teased, as she rolled her eyes.
“I only slept three hours,” she despaired. The boys exchanged looks, before turning to face her.
“Only three hours, eh? What were you doing up so late?” Naruto enquired.
“None of your business,” she retorted. The minutes ticked by. They waited, and waited, while Naruto persistently questioned Sakura on why she up so late, and whether she had a boyfriend. She was an inch away from strangling him, and Kakashi Sensei, whenever he finally showed up.
Two hours later, they heard a familiar poof. Deeply annoyed, she narrowed her eyes at him.
“Sorry I’m late. Someone stole my alarm clock,” greeted Kakashi, idly raising a hand. He immediately sensed the killer vibes emitting from Sakura, raising an eyebrow, before glancing questioningly at Naruto and Sasuke.
“PMS,” whispered Naruto, who instantly got punched.
“Ooooowwww! That hurt!!!” he gripped his sore head, moaning.
“Today we’re going to Training Ground 4, so let’s get a move on. I’ll meet you there,” Kakashi disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to his lame excuses,” Sasuke remarked, displeased. Sakura bit her tongue, refusing to comment.
“We’ve put up with it longer than you,” Naruto reminded him…
As they walked into Training Ground 4 they spotted him, sitting on a tree branch, reading.
“You’re late,” he called.
“You’re one to talk,” Sakura replied, as he lazily looked down at her.
“What’s wrong with you today, Sakura? It’s not like you to be so grumpy,” he observed. She pointedly ignored him. He turned to the other two, who just shrugged their shoulders.
“Never mind. Today, first, we’re working in pairs, to establish how much we’ve learned to coordinate with each other, since our last training session. I noticed, on our last S Rank, that you three lacked the obedience needed, for that sort of extremely difficult mission. We got lucky, then, but I won’t tolerate that mistake, again. So, pair off, and start studying everything you can about each other,” Kakashi looking firmly at each of them. The boys, predictably, took off, leaving her to Kakashi, who, replacing his book in his pouch leapt gracefully down, in front of her.
“Are you ready, Sakura?” he revealed his Sharingan, as she nodded. One thing Sakura had learned about Kakashi by now was his habit of trying something different every time they fought. After he disappeared from view, it would always be something new. But, starting off, it would always be either the Earth Style: Hidden Mole Jutsu, or the Ninja Art: Hidden Mist Technique. It was getting pretty boring by now.
This time, he’d chosen Hidden Mole. She slammed her chakra filled fist into the ground, forcing him to reappear, in front of her.
“Hmmm, I think that jutsu is losing its effect,” he remarked amused.
“Took you long enough to figure that out,” she replied launching a punch at him, which he dodged.
“So, tell me, Sakura, what were you doing at the bookstore, yesterday?” he asked.
“Why do people go to a bookstore?” she retorted, attacking him repeatedly. He ducked, like always, sneaking in a few moves of his own.
“You don’t answer a question with a question,” he sighed.
“Tough luck,” she replied. They continued training for two hours before he told them to stop. At this point, all four were breathing loudly, exhausted from too much chakra usage.
“I think that’s enough for today. We can meet back here, same time tomorrow for the next part,” he dismissed them. She sighed in relief. Her eyes burned from lack of sleep and, perplexingly, she felt completely drained, each step an effort. A sideways glance at the boys confirmed they were just as exhausted. No surprise, as they usually tended to go overboard when they sparred, as if it were a real fight, not training.
Naruto and Sasuke headed, supporting each other’s weight, as she glared at their backs. They always seemed joined at the hip, sometimes, to her great irritation, acting like she didn’t exist. Nevertheless, she moved forward, step by step, one after another, trying to ignore her dizziness. As a Medical Ninja, she knew better, knew she should’ve just sat down, waiting for it to pass, but she didn’t. Possibly, it was her need to get back to bed and sleep making her rush, so she wasn’t too surprised to feel herself falling forward…only to bump into a hard, surprisingly warm wall of some kind. Her eyes instantly opened to see what it was.
“Yo,” said Kakashi, looking down to where she was leaning against his chest. She scrambled back, yelping, falling flat on her backside. He looked down, amused, as she glared back up at him.
“Some kind of warning would’ve been nice,” she said sarcastically.
“There was no time,” he reached out his hand, which she took, allowing him help her up. It took a few extra seconds to regain her balance. She expected him to ridicule her, but he didn’t.
“You didn’t stay awake reading Icha Icha all night, did you?” he asked innocently. Her eyes widened, as she looked up at him, letting go of his hand.
“No, of course not,” she lied easily. He arched an eyebrow at her but didn’t comment.
“I’d better make sure you get home. I don’t want you falling flat on your face, on the way,” he said, as she scowled at him. They walked, with him, as expected, pulling out his book to read. She couldn’t help wondering, while they headed toward her apartment, if she’d missed an opportunity. They were alone; a perfect chance to make a move, but it was too late now, wasn’t it?
She sneaked a peek at him, looking him over. He wasn’t bad looking, from what she could see. It was the darn mask! It covered the part of him that she’d been, when younger, dying to see. That old need for just a glimpse came rushing back to her.
“Is there something on my face?” he asked. She looked away quickly, blushing slightly.
“Uh…no, why?” she silently cursed them both. Her, for getting caught checking him out and him, for noticing. In the silence, she risked looking at him again, only to see him looking back.
“Your behaviour today’s been quite…strange. Is something bothering you?” he frowned slightly.
“It’s nothing. Just lack of sleep,” she replied quickly, before noticing her mistake. She’d answered too soon, defensively. Now, she was positive, he’d know, for sure, something was up.
“Are you sure that’s all it is?” he probed further. She nodded, avoiding his sharp eye.
“I see,” was all he said, before his attention returned to his book…