Underwear
Plotting and Preparations
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Underwear
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Chapter
10: Plotting and Preperations
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"Times New Roman"'>by
thatreevesgirl/Lemon Drops (both me)
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Sakura laid
splayed on her bed, still puffing from pure exhaustion. Today’s
workout…pure hell. She promised herself that death with be dealt swiftly
to the evil trio of stupid which had wrecked great amounts of chaos on her
lovely swimming date. Oh the possibilities that could have been realized,
particularly Kakashi in wet, silk boxers. Silk shrivels when wet,
and Ino swore it might have just disintegrated if it
was the expensive kind. That didn’t sound right to Sakura, but it was still a
tantalizing thought.
Sakura could see it all in her mind,
watching as Kakashi waded into the water little by little, glancing down as he
found himself engulfed a little bit more by the surface of the water, the hem
of his boxers just melting away as he went. Kakashi, being the very aware
pervert he was, would smile coyly, almost knowingly at her and say, “Oh dear, I
completely forgot I can’t get these wet, now they’re all ruined.” Of course,
the copy-nin wouldn’t be daunted at all by the loss
of his undergarments, he would continue wading in the water until he was next
to Sakura, completely naked, and maybe if she was lucky a little hard, her
teacher ready to “teach” her a new technique or two.
Sakura sighed, shaking the rather
naughty thoughts away as she tried to relax on her bed. All she wanted before
her date with Kakashi was a little peace and quiet, time to get rested and
prepare for whatever pleasant going-ons would happen
when she was safely locked away in the apartment of the infamous copy-
boisterous kunoichi raiding her closet, arguing about
what was appropriately sexy for a date with Sakura’s beloved Kakashi-sensei.
Hinata
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appropriate in the mind of the proper, young Hyuuga
heiress (which meant it covered nearly all skin that could possibly be
exposed), TenTen was ogling a cute Chinese dress,
sweater, and Ino topped them all with the tightest,
smallest, black dress Sakura owned. They were arguing at the top of their
grating, female voices as Sakura covered her head with a pillow and tried to
think of happier thoughts, thoughts of Kakashi, Naruto, Sasuke,
and Sai in their underwear.
At this point Sakura’s daydreams had
run wild, on overdrive since seeing her four teammates in only their
undergarments, mostly because those lewd thoughts were the only things which
kept her going during the arduous afternoon workout that Kakashi had put her
through. She didn’t blame him, it was well deserved by
all parties, but probably more so for the three battling idiots. They were a
trio of combined stupidity not to be underestimated. Sakura grumbled to
herself, because despite everything Sai,
still desired each and every one of them.
Sakura hadn’t said anything to
anyone, but seeing Naruto…well, in that one particular condition,
had sent her perverted, underwear-fetish consumed mind into a tailspin. There
was just something about seeing that damn blond in a pair of wet, orange
boxer-briefs while sporting quite the hard-on.
It was possibly even more enticing than Kakashi in mesh.
Kakashi and Naruto weren’t the only
tantalizing ones. Sai might have worn that silly
exquisite as those abs he showed off. His pale, creamy skin, nearly flawless
with very few scars, would ripple over his well toned, lithe pectoral muscles.
Sakura often wondered why she hadn’t jumped Sai years
ago. And then there was Sasuke, gods alive she
couldn’t deny that Sasuke was the first man she’d
ever loved (even if it was only a very innocent girl’s love), and definitely
the first man she ever lusted after (when he came home it took all her
willpower not to rip off his clothes and explore just how much he’d grown).
The world was either blessing her or
cursing her—she wasn’t sure which—when it graced Haruno
Sakura’s life with who were arguably the four most attractive
denying it, they were a delicious lot indeed. Damn
them. Damn all of them and their undeniable sexiness.
Sakura was torn from her thoughts
when the sound of ripping fabric pierced the air.
Sakura looked up to see
of her very sexy and naughty black dress. Sakura raised an eyebrow at them as
they sheepishly tried to hide the destroyed clothing, but she was too tired to
berate them, she only mumbled, “You are replacing that.”
Ino
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something that managed to show even more skin than the dress had. “Okay,” her
blonde friend said as the four of them walked from Sakura’s closet over to her
bed, “Which one is it going to be?”
Sakura glared at all the women, “I
can pick my own damn clothes.”
Moegi
"Times New Roman"'> poked the tired Sakura in the kneecap with a sharp, pointy
fingernail. “No, no, that will not do! For one night, you must be the sexiest
unbelievably hot sensei into a scandalous romance with you, one of his former
students!”
All the girls stared at the younger
woman, who was now blushing and chuckling lightly. Sakura personally wondered
when Konohamaru’s pervertedness
(who inherited it from a certain blond knucklehead) had rubbed off on the girl.
The other question which had been running rampant in Sakura’s mind was when
she had convinced these three poor saps to join? Were all girls as perverted as
Ino and herself? Sakura hated to admit it, but she
was a pervert, one of the best, or elite as Kakashi had called her.
Sakura finally gave in to the four
women huddled around her, shoving random articles of clothing into her face. “
give me the sweater. TenTen I could use your help
with my hair after I shower, and Hinata, I need a
pair of shoes that helps this outfit not scream ‘tramp’ when Kakashi sees me in
it.”
The four women smiled brightly at
their friend, nodding, and then quickly ushering Sakura into the bathroom to get
ready for her date, which was quickly approaching. Hinata
ran home to get a pair of sandals she adored; strappy, sexy, but quite
appropriate in bringing down the slutty factor between the sweater and the
mini, she also was going to grab a nice, light overcoat for her friend to wear,
Sakura should be presented as a lady after all.
"Times New Roman"'>Ino
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giving her friend advice on what to do if she and Kakashi found themselves
mysteriously without clothes.
TenTen, master of styling hair into any
give Sakura a very sexy look. Moegi sat on Sakura’s
bed and thumbed through Sakura’s rather large collection of Icha
Icha books. It
was a bad habit that Kakashi had gotten Sakura started on.
One hour later Sakura was dressed,
primped, and according to Moegi, the sexiest
mentor, because Tsunade was indeed very sexy (as long
as you didn’t know about her drinking habit, or the gambling addiction, or the
way she could beat the living tar out of any ninja alive). Sakura hoped that
she wouldn’t inherit the first two bad qualities of the Fifth, but she doubted
it since she never gambled and wasn’t particularly drawn to alcoholic
beverages. She knew her strength made Kakashi and the rest of team seven a
little uneasy, but she hid it fairly well when not on missions. Sakura didn’t
like to shove it in the boys’ faces that she could outmuscle each and every one
of them if she wanted to.
“Sakura!”
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thoughts. “You need to get going or you are going to be late. Good luck on your
date, make us proud!” Leaning in with a rather lewd grin on her face
boxers as a memento if you get that far.”
Sakura nearly punched the other
woman out. Was her friend really that big of an idiot? “I’m not stealing
he’s missing his undergarments.”
“Do it, it is your duty as one of
the underwear club’s founding members,” Ino said
pointedly, staring Sakura down as if she were shanking
one of her sacred duties as a member of the outrageous group of underwear
loving women in Konoha.
Sakura glared right back at
anything about this stupid club till the four of you showed up on my doorstep a
little bit ago. I think Hinata is more a founding
member than I am.”
This, of course, caused
her nervous habit as she added, “No, no I’m not…I’m not…” the rest of the words
never made it out of her mouth as she started stuttering from complete
embarrassment. Hinata really hoped that if
bring a pair of the bug-nin’s boxers in to share with
the group. That was just…well, it was very perverted
to the young Hyuuga heiress.
“You gotta,”
Moegi interrupted, folding her arms and staring
Sakura down. “The first chance I get I’m stealing a pair of Konohamaru’s
underwear. It should be our rite of passage for kunoichi
joining the club.”
Ino
"Times New Roman"'> rolled her eyes at the younger woman, “I think that is
going a bit far.”
“Bah, you should be the first one
jumping on that bandwagon, cause I heard you and
waggled her eyebrows at Ino as she continued, “I bet
you already have a pair, don’t you pervy-Ino?”
Ino
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woman, which amused Sakura to no end. It appeared Sakura found an ally in
and seeing how infuriated Ino was, a damn good ally
too. “I’ll steal a pair of Kakashi’s undergarments
when you bring me a pair of Shikamaru’s, but that is
only if Kakashi and I get that far. Maybe I’m not ready for that.”
Ino
"Times New Roman"'> muttered as she walked away, “As if Kakashi would let that
opportunity slip by, and like you would stop him. Face it Sakura, you are one
pretty little rose who’s getting deflowered tonight. I expect a pair of silk
boxers to appear at our next meeting or I’m booting you out of the club.”
Sakura wanted to rebut that
outrageously stupid comment, but Hinata started
herding her toward the door, wishing her luck as she encouraged Sakura to not
be late. Damn you, Ino, Sakura thought to
give you a piece of my mind. Then again, having a pair of
principle that she would be thrown out of the club by the self-proclaimed
Sakura’s mind, and Ino would
know that, but tomorrow, because Hinata was right,
she was going to be late.
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Somewhere across town there was a
rather drunk Naruto smiling into the bottom of a mug of cold beer as his friend
the Kazekage sipped on some expensive sake. Naruto by all means looked like he
was three sheets to the wind, and Gaara appeared to be completely in control of
himself as he drank. Unfortunately for the Kazekage, their positions with being
influenced by alcohol were exactly the opposite. Naruto was quite aware of his
surroundings and barely buzzed, and Gaara, if he attempted to stand, would
probably be tripping and falling over his own feet. Naruto clinked
a cup of sake against Gaara’s since he was done with his beer, and downed the
small amount of strong drink as he grinned fiercely at the redhead.
“Ya know,
Gaara, I was thinking…”
Gaara interrupted Naruto by adding a
rather snarky, “That’s a first,” before Naruto glared at him and continued.
Gaara was quite good at appearing to be in control of his mouth, sounding quite
a bit more sober than he actually was.
Naruto was not blessed with the same
ability. “I was thinking tha…maybe I’d swear off
women, screw ‘em all.”
“And become more intimate with your
hand?” the Kazekage whispered drunkly.
Naruto just stared at his friend,
Gaara had mentioned something about not holding his drink well, but Naruto
hadn’t been prepared for impetuous attitude of a drunken Gaara. “No, it isn’t
like I was getting much before, it wouldn’t be that different, so maybe
I’ll become, uh, celebr…celebi…
“Celibate?”
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“Yeah!
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slower, like he was sounding it out for the first time. “I don’t need sex.”
“Sex is fun though.”
And talking with drunk
Gaara was disturbing to Naruto, that was for sure. “What, are you some kind of
sex fiend? I’m sure you can get a lot with your gaggle of fangirls.”
“Gaggle?”
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“Um…
Gaara raised a non-existent eyebrow,
“I wasn’t correcting you, idiot, I was wondering when you added that to your
vocabulary.”
Naruto peered at Gaara through
squinted eyes, “Stupid Sasuke-teme refers to his
tell me what it meant. I thought it was that little hangy
thing in the back of your throat. I was completely confused.”
Gaara couldn’t contain the amused
snort as he took another sip of sake. “Doesn’t take much.”
Gaara was nearing levels of
his dark haired, brooding friend, and was glad when he had returned to the
village, Naruto didn’t need the one friend he could always count on, Gaara, to
become a Sasuke clone. “Whatever you say, Ka-
the words were long and drawn out, as well as laced with a certain amount drunk
sarcasm. “I hope they make you marry someone old and ugly.”
Gaara opened his mouth to add a
rebuttal, but he was rather stumped to what comeback was appropriate to
something so mean-spirited. He didn’t want to fight with Naruto, because that
would mean the one person who actually understood him would be alienated from
Gaara, and the Kazekage didn’t want that. “I’m just saying…don’t give up sex.”
“Yeah, well I’m about to lose the
love of my life to my sensei, cause he’s
Gaara was more than amused by his
friend at this point. Gaara knew Naruto wasn’t an idiot, and he was a very nice
guy. That sensei of Naruto’s, well, he was the kind of person who all the women
went for, leaving the nice guys in the dust. “So what if your sensei didn’t
Naruto’s glazed over, cerulean eyes
were full of skepticism as he added, “Yeah, I doubt there’s going to be
anything that stops him from getting into her panties tonight.”
“Me.”
Naruto laughed hard at that, nearly
choking on the new beer the barkeep had given him. Had Gaara really just
responded to his statement with a ‘me,’ because there was definitely something
wrong with that if he did. “What are you
Kakashi not to have sex with my Sakura?”
“Something like
that,” the sand leader retorted.
Naruto actually guffawed at that,
releasing a chain of snorts and amused chuckles before he realized that Gaara
was completely serious. Naruto began mimicking his friend, standing up and
announcing, “By decree of the Kazekage, the great copy-nin
Hatake Kakashi shall not sex Haruno
Sakura, so says the great Sabaku no Gaara.”
“Shut up. I meant that you and I can
prevent the coupling from happening,” Gaara muttered. “I think this date of
theirs is about to go horribly awry, because you and I have my sand to help the
disasters along.”
Naruto smirked and nodded, he was
beginning to catch onto what Gaara was hinting at. “Oh, that’s what you meant.
In that case, I think I like your terrible, evil ways. Let the date ruining
begin! Sakura will be so disappointed that she’ll ask to leave early.”
In complete agreement Gaara added,
“Yes, Sakura will be begging for your attention after this.”
Gaara almost regretted offering his
services to ruin Sakura and Kakashi’s date as Naruto
threw his arms around him and hugged for all he was worth for the second time
that night, in public no less. Ruin the date for Naruto, then kill Naruto,
those were the two things that topped Gaara’s to-do list for the evening.
Naruto probably wouldn’t be very keen on the second thing, but really, there
was only so much embarrassment the blond moron could cause before Gaara gave
him a good beating.