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[queen-serena]

[kishillaa]

SSM21 Day 5: Jutsu

It was late evening. Sakura and Sasuke was sitting at the dock in the Uchiha district. It was normal for the two of them to hang out at the exact spot once in a while when their schedule intercepted.

Sakura clapped her hands together in delight, "You finally master them." She exclaimed.

"Hn." Sasuke nodded, the corner of his lips tilted upward in triumph.

They have been working on Sasuke's healing chakra for weeks now, and as expected from the Uchiha heir, especially Sasuke, he was able to do it just as effortlessly as he conjured his chidori.

"That's fast, Sasuke-kun."

"I had to admit it was hard."

Sakura smiles at him as she moves closer, her head raises up to look him in the eyes.

Up at the tree not so far from their location, chakra masked carefully, were Itachi Uchiha and Shisui Uchiha snooping around in their curiosity of their little brother's relationship development.

"Learning healing jutsu is a good move, very useful." Itachi reasoned.

"Or just an excuse to be with her as much as he can." Shisui interjected.

"Maybe."

"Mikoto-obaa has been right. I knew she has." Shisui said.

"I'm sure they call it as mother's instinct."

"And that, Sasuke has never really being discreet."

"That is true. Even Father had noticed."

From their place, they can see the two conversing before Sasuke raises up to stand on his feet.

"In return of your lesson, I want to you to have this." Sasuke stands on the dock, as Sakura does the same. Confusion adorn her face as she asks what he's doing.

He didn't answer and was silent when his hands wave the familiar sign slowly, and right after that, the lake was lit up with the huge fireball.

When he's done, he turn his gaze to Sakura beside him, "Did you get that?" He asked cautiously.

Sakura blinks once, twice, "Uh, a little."

Sasuke nods once, "Pay close attention this time." He instructed,

"Serpent,"

"Ram,"

"Monkey,"

"Boar,"

"Horse,"

"Tiger,"

"And breath in as much air as as you can, before you blow it." He said, and he does what he said, gather as much as air into his lung before he breath out the huge fireball.

He turns his body towards Sakura before nods at her, "Now, you try."

Sakura can feel her heart beats so fast in her chest that she's afraid he's going to hear it. Sasuke is handing her his family's signature jutsu.

With an affirmative nod, she turned to the lake and make the hand signs slowly as she remembered, and just like Sasuke taught, she breath in hard and blow just as hard, and to her surprise, she has conjured up a fireball. Not as grand as Sasuke's, or any other Uchihas, but good enough for a first timer.

"T-thats.." Shisui stuttered.

"I think it's time to go." Itachi said, pulling Shisui together with him.

When the two Uchiha arrived at Uchiha's head house, Shisui spoke, "Did we just witness our Sasuke proposed to Sakura-chan?"

Itachi was quiet as he thinks, "I don't think it works that way."

"He taught her our technique." Shisui says, exasperation laced in that sentence.

"Or, he trusted her enough to pass down the jutsu to her."

"You're in denial, Itachi." Shisui paused, "Are you jealous that Sasuke is going to get married before you."

Itachi narrows his eyes at the older Uchiha, "That's not true. Izumi and I are engaged."

Shisui smirked, "Sure. Sure. Now, let's report to our master." He said, eyes rolling as he walks into the house towards the chakra of the Uchiha matriarch.

"Mother is going to be delighted." Itachi murmurs.

"Tell me about it. Wait, no–don't tell me about it. I think I've heard enough of Sasuke and Sakura from her." Shisui makes a face that makes Itachi shakes his head in amusement.

"Sasuke doesn't really good with word. I think you're right about he proposing." He agrees.

Back at the dock, Sasuke stares at Sakura with admiration, "That's perfect." He had said.

Sakura's cheeks tainted with the color of her hair, shyly mumble her thank you as she tucked the falling strand of her hair behind her ear, "So why are you teaching me your clan jutsu?"

"Because one day, you're going to be an Uchiha. And every one of us learnt katon earlier during our younger days."

Blinking few times, Sakura stares at the boy before her. They weren't so young, 18 years of age. She's not sure if that's the age she compromise to tie the knot but she asks anyway, "Are you asking me to marry you, Sasuke-kun."

Sasuke quickly avert his eyes away from her as his ears turned red in embarrassment, "We don't have to, for now. I just–just want to make it–"

He paused, thinking of the right word to signify his actions.

"Official? Real?" Sakura suggested, her cheeks went bright red as the reality sat in. Sasuke wanted to make her his wife.

Sasuke shrugs his shoulders, "Anything that suit the definition."

He still didn't look her way as he spoke. Only when Sakura's gurgle of laughter sounded in the background that he turns to look at her.

"You're bold, Sasuke-kun. Doesn't like to beat around the bush, do you?" She teases, but her flushed face gave her away.

"I'm really not good with this stuff." He admits.

Sakura grins, "I know. And I like it, it makes you so Sasuke-kun."

Sasuke scowls, "What does that even mean?"

"It means, you don't have to become anybody else when you're with me, or trying to woo me or something. I like that you do it your own way." She smiles as they stare into each others eyes, "But don't you think this is a little too far? It's your clan jutsu. It's supposed to be a secret or something, right?"

Sasuke makes a careless shrugs, "If you're worrying about that, then we have no choice but to get married as soon as we can then." He was smirking, and she likes it, because he seems content with that idea.

Sakura bites her lips, "Maybe~"

Sasuke snorts at her sing song response, "You're still going to be my wife one way or another, why not just quicken the process."

Sakura can't help but laugh to that remarks, "Right. Let's get married then."

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Day 5: Jutsu - ssskmonth

Source: Ep. 23 from Boruto

[pinkhairedlily]

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?”