mischief's cracktastic shorts

title: ANBU
Mask

for: frackin_sweet

pairing: YamaSaku

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Tenzou knew Sakura had a fondness for
his ANBU mask. More than once had he caught her tracing the designs
on it with a deceptively delicate-looking finger. Each time it had
happened, the thought of how much blood that mask had seen had
entered his mind, as if she were drawing the designs in it herself.
It was stupid, he knew. Sakura was a ninja, after all, and was easily
aware of all the horrors the painted piece of porcelain had witnessed
over the years.

But knowing something was illogical had
never stopped the thoughts before, and it wouldn't start working now,
so he decided to just stop thinking about it altogether.

That was when he walked into the
bedroom and saw her lying on his bed. She was on her side propped up
by an elbow, a hand on her bare thigh, wearing nothing but her shin
guards and his mask.

“Would ya mind helping me with
something, Taicho?”

So maybe he'd be able to associate
Sakura and that stupid mask with something else, after all.

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[insert lame wood jutsu jokes here XD ]