Too Beautiful To Be So Deadly...

A/N:(Previously Konoha’s Doll House, I’ve worked extremely hard to revamp this story while also retaining its sexiness and mystery, and have also improved my writing tenfold. To be completely honest, I cringe everytime I look at “Sweet Innocent Hinata-Chan”, but, most first fanfics often look that bad, but I am glad you all enjoyed it, as well as “Her Majesty’s Kiba”! Hope you all enjoy this story with a huge makeover! I got ten reviews before...I hope you guys like it enough to leave more! I don't have a beta yet, but I'm working on one, so please regard small mistakes kindly and let me know about them!)

(Full Summary: : Beautiful, unique, friendly, feisty, kind, unassuming…deadly. What more could a man wish for in a kind doctor, or unique herbalist; a feisty tactician, a kind weapon’s master, or an innocent, unassuming heiress…? Whatever he wants…Right? A group of men need to know that every rose has it's thorns, and a woman isn't all what she seems to be...)

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Her moans were soft, but definitely not stifled. God only knew what sort of hell would break out if anyone heard her, or saw them for that matter. If anyone caught them, she was certain her sensei would fine a way to silence that person. But for now, she allowed the incredibly arousing thought of someone, anyone, walking in on Hatake Kakashi plowing her from behind with her bare chest pressed against the black chalkboard, almost mercilessly, to fill her mind.

It was training after all…

A special type of training she eagerly looked forward to every week. A special type of training that could take place anywhere, at anytime, during any week. She began to lose count of his ‘sneak attacks’ on her, but certainly not the locations of them: The first had been in her own house, when he’d posed as an intruder and took her against the wall of her kitchen. The second had been in the forest surrounding the usual training grounds, and in a tree nonetheless! The third had been in their Godaime’s office, while they waited for Tsunade to return. He’d gotten her when she turned around to file some important papers. Now, the fourth “sneak attack” was currently taking place in a random classroom of The Academy. She should have seen it coming a mile away, especially when she entered the empty classroom alone, rushing there in the first place because of a ‘reported sexual assault in progress’. When Kakashi appeared out of literally nowhere, the irony certainly wasn’t lost on her.

But when her handsome, masked sensei was fucking her like an animal from behind, how could she possibly complain? She could feel his tongue run the length of her earlobe, causing a shudder to rack through her body. Her tight, hot, and wet muscles clamped down on his cock as she came to her second orgasm and he came to his first of their session together. She always loved it when he came inside of her, and he breathed harshly on the back of her neck after his release. She could feel his seed fill her quickly, then slowly begin to trail out of her and run it’s course down the inside of her thighs. He pulled out of here a few minutes later, cleaned himself up and then allowed his student to adjust herself. He couldn’t help catching her off guard like this, and he definitely couldn’t resist the temptation either, especially when their previous encounters together lodged themselves in his mind. He watched the flustered girl replace the sliver Konoha protector in that thick mass of short, pink hair, obviously trying to hide her annoyance, as he stood there, cool and casual as a summer’s breeze.

“Kakashi-sensei, I’d really prefer it if you didn’t do these things in places where we could get caught!”

“Now, Sakura, how else am I supposed to get you to come to me? Remember, this part of your training is just as important as the time you spend with Godaime.”

Sakura huffed as she walked past him, with Kakashi following her in tow.

“I think sensei sees this as more ‘playtime’ than training…” she muttered under her breath as they exited the classroom.

Kakashi just grinned beneath his mask as he closed the door to the classroom behind them upon their exit. As they walked down the nearly empty halls of the Academy, they weren’t at all surprised to see Konoha’s loudest ninja, accompanied by Konoha’s ‘finest generation of their police force’. Kakashi greeted Sasuke and Naruto with a casual ‘Yo’, while Sakura tried to keep the heat from rising to her face.

“Hey, Kakashi-Sensei, Sakura! We came as soon as we heard about a possible kunoichi…” Naruto wheezed, trying to keep the breath in his body.

“False alarm. One of the teachers had gotten a little ‘frisky’ with his assistant, was all.” Kakashi replied with a grin beneath his mask.

Sakura tried to not look Sasuke in the eye as his roved over her slightly. There was something different about her, but he just chalked it up to Sakura having to rough up a potential ‘sex offender’. Sasuke just sighed and released his hold on his katana.

“Figures. Old Tsunade told us we could find you here. What a waste.”

“Sorry, Sasuke-kun, but everything’s fine now.” Sakura replied cheerily.

As the team walked out of the Academy and into the fresh air of Konohagakure’s springtime weather, Sakura focused her attention only the cherry blossoms wafting in the air. Usually for her, cherry blossoms meant a new start, new life, and the possible chances of a new love. But not this spring. No, the cherry blossoms had brought with it a new definition of ‘change’, a brand new form of ‘training’ and, lastly, a mission that would change her life. As she and her companions walked through Konoha, Naruto insisted on stopping at the ichiraku—on Kakashi of course. Their sensei didn’t object, but did remind them they had individual matters they needed to attend to. As they sat on the bar stools, they each placed their orders and waited. Sakura couldn’t help but smile down the row at Sasuke and Naruto who were engaged in a ridiculous argument as usual. This spring seemed to be one of drastic changes for all of Konohagakure, and its inhabitants, and it all started the previous Autumn when the members that made up the Council responsible for the death of every Uchiha save for Sasuke, had all experienced…’untimely’, and very brutal deaths. Naturally, the suspicion was on Sasuke, who had every possible motive and reason for their violent deaths, but Sakura knew better than that. Much better. Sasuke wasn’t responsible, and Tsunade had backed him up on it. The town of Konoha demanded to know who was responsible, but Tsunade was mum on that. As an apology, or as much as one as she could give, she reinstated the purpose originally given to the Uchiha—Konoha’s personal police force. While Sasuke referred to himself as the ‘Silent Peacekeeper of Konoha’, Naruto still referred to Sasuke as ‘Teme!’ or ‘Bastard!’. Sakura allowed a small, thoughtful smile to come to her face as the owner of the ichiraku placed her favorite pork ramen in front of her. Naruto’s change had also begun in the previous fall—When he’d received the title of ‘Sennin’ as by the late Jiraiya’s wishes. And Naruto was more than deserving of the title, enough so to have Tsunade announce she was stepping down from her position as Hokage. She was positive, that with his knowledge of seals, scrolls, and various attacks, he’d protect Konoha from any looming threats, as he had been for a long time. Sakura’s mind drifted back to the present once more as she broke apart her chopsticks. Tsunade hadn’t deemed when she’d be stepping down, only that she was, and had named Naruto her successor. Their friends were honestly excited for him. Villagers that had once looked upon Naruto with fear and hatred were bowing to with reverence and respect whenever he walked through the village.

“Nee, Sakura-Chan! How’s your special training with Kakashi-sensei coming along?” the blonde inquired with a bright grin from his end of the stand.

Sakura huffed, using her ramen as an excuse for not really wanting to answer that question, even though it was an honest one. Naruto and Sasuke had no idea what her ‘training’ with Kakashi involved, but they knew that their sensei had been training her much more since their meeting with Tsunade early last spring. The three of them had been training when Tsunade demanded to see both Kakashi and Sakura. They were never informed of why Tsunade wanted to see them both, but Kakashi did divulge that she’d be given a very special mission come the following spring. The time was finally upon them, but neither Sasuke nor Naruto knew anything about her ‘special’ mission, even though she’d been assigned it almost a year ago. It was definitely a huge mission, especially if she needed to be trained for almost a year. Kakashi couldn’t help but chuckle at Sakura’s reluctance to answer the question, so, before Naruto started getting antsy, he decided to answer for her.

“I believe she’s ready. She has great endurance, and amazing stamina.”

Everyone watched as a startled spray of ramen flew from a beet-red Sakura’s mouth, barely missing the vendors in front of her. She turned to Kakashi, glaring at him, obviously furious.

“Kakashi-Sensei!!!!!!!!” she screeched.

“Is this how you take a compliment, Sakura?” he asked, casually pulling apart his own chopsticks.
He began to indulge himself in his ramen, leaving Sakura to have to deal with the range of emotions from the onlookers, including surprise, blatant curiosity, and mortification. Sakura was more or less feeling that strong sense of mortifications when she realized how strong of a reaction Kakashi had gotten out of her. She barely stammered an apology to the stand’s owner and his daughter, bowed, and got the hell out of dodge, cursing Kakashi’s name the entire way to Tsunade’s office. When she shouldered another girl, she quickly turned and apologized. That idiot Kakashi had her so worked up, she wasn’t even paying attention to her surroundings! The girl she’d shouldered just dusted herself off, said it wasn’t a problem, and then placed her hand on her rather curvy hip. It was then Sakura realized she hadn’t recognized the girl. She’d definitely remember the ‘interesting’ way her hair was pulled into a ‘four-leaf-clover’ style, or atleast the thigh-high black kimono she wore. And if she didn’t remember that, the enormous God-knows-what she was carrying on her back definitely would have joggedher memory, but it didn’t. The girl glanced at her before looking around, as if searching for something.

“Say, you wouldn’t know where I could find something to eat around here, would you?” Her tone was rough, but mature, atleast.

“I suggest avoiding the ichiraku.” Sakura groaned, crossing her arms overher chest before placing her face in her palm.

“Nah, I’m not really in the mood for ramen. Is there a yakiniku stand anywhere around here?” she asked, surveying her surroundings.

“Yeah, a really nice one, actually. I’ve got some free time, so I’ll show you around.”

“Thanks, I need a tour-guide anyway. I sort of lost mine once I got here.” She replied with a grin.

Before the girls started their walk, Sakura held out her gloved hand with a smile.

“Sakura.”

The other girl looked at her up and down for a moment before extending her own, black, biker-style gloved hand towards hers.

“Temari of Suna. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sakura. Now, let’s get some food, shall we?”

“Sounds good. So, you’re all the way from Sunagakure?” Sakura asked as they began their journey to find food.

“Yeah, I’m here on a mission of sorts, but I’d rather not reveal specifics.”

“Hey, it’s the code of a kunoichi not to.” Sakura nodded in understanding.

As they walked, Sakura took note in the fact Temari hadn’t given a reply to her subtle statement. Sakura only posed it because she didn’t see a sign of her being a kunoichi, such as a protector or sorts. One thing was for sure, Temari, even though she seemed completely unfazed by it, was pretty damn far from home. When they finally found a nice, quiet little restaurant to eat at, they guided themselves to a booth, and Sakura watched as Temari sat her enormous…whatever it was down on her lap.

“What’s that thing you’ve been carrying around, anyway?” Sakura asked as she sat on the other side of the booth.

“My weapon. It’s a fan.”

“A fan that big?!” Sakura almost didn’t believe it.

“Yep, takes a tough chick like me to handle it. There’s only been one made.”

“I’ll believe it, I’ve never seen one like it before.” Sakura remarked, summoning the waiter.

They watched with interest as the waiter hooked up the electronic grill to their table and took their orders. Both girls were content with orders of grilled meat, accompanied by grilled squid and octopus. As they watched the cook go to work, Temari grinned at her.

“I like your taste in grilled meat!”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly get the chance to finish my earlier meal.” Sakura replied sheepishly.

“And to drink, ladies?” the chef/server asked after presenting them with their meals.

“One glass of your finest, hottest sake for me.” Temari nodded.

Sakura froze in the process of bringing her chopsticks to her mouth. Not only was Temari drinking hot sake, in the daytime nonetheless, but she’d ordered their finest as well. Temari turned from the server to Sakura, a half-smile on her face.

“What’ll you be having, Sakura? My treat. The whole meal.”

“Wh…what?! But…!”

“Hey, it’s to celebrate our meeting. I’ve got it, trust me. Now, what’ll you have to order?”

“Um…well, I guess I’m not much of a drinker…” she admitted sheepishly.

“Hey, no problem. We’ll get you started tonight when I’m done with my mission. I’m supposed to be meeting a few other girls, so you can come with us tonight.”

Sakura gave a nod, and had to admit, she was getting pretty excited about her newfound acquaintance. But, she also knew Tsunade would kill her, although it’d be quite hypocritical of the Godaime, if Sakura showed up to work drunk. Tsunade had also mentioned she’d wanted to speak to Sakura as well, which was her main reason for going to see the Godaime, and Sakura couldn’t promise how coherent she would have been if she’d started drinking now. For now, Sakura decided on a glass of pink lemonade. During their meal, Temari asked what Konoha was like overall.

“Well, I’ve lived here all of my life. It’s a really nice, safe place. A lot of the people here are nice too.”

“So, when you say ‘all of your life’, how old does that make you?” Temari inquired.

“I just made seventeen on the first of spring.”

“Ohhh…so you’re a baby then.” Temari teased.

“A baby?! I am not! And if I’m a baby, what does that make you?”

“Definitely not a little kid. I’m eighteen. I’m a grown woman.”

“Psh, whatever! You’re only a year older than me!” Sakura countered.

“Still doesn’t make me a little kid.” Temari grinned.

Sakura huffed. She knew she wouldn’t win a case against Temari acting like a little brat. Why did people like to tease her so much? She stuffed a piece of grilled squid into her mouth under the mistaken assumption she couldn’t chew and speak coherent thoughts at the same time.

“You’re as bad as that stupid Kakashi…”

Now there was a name Temari was familiar with, especially in Temari’s line of work. Her father, when he was still alive, had talked about Hatake Kakashi, a legend of sorts in Konohagakure. Setting her glass down, Temari decided to push the issue further, just to make sure Sakura was talking about the same person Temari was thinking of.

“I don’t suppose you mean Hatake Kakashi…?”

“Yeah, my sensei. How do you know him?”

“My father used to talk about him all the damn time. I’m kind of excited to meet him now.”

“Why?!?!” It was beyond Sakura why anyone would want to meet her perverted sensei.

Temari chuckled slightly before finishing off her drink. She stood up and stretched, having been contently wined and dined. She reached into the long sleeve of her short, mini-kimono and Sakura’s eyes widened when she watched her pull out a very beautiful jeweled wallet. Temari pulled out a few crisp yen bills, placed them on the table, and then thanked Sakura for joining her. She adjusted her fan on her back and then turned to Sakura who was just standing up from the table.

“Let’s meet up somewhere after my mission tonight, alright? I’ll introduce you to the girls I’m meeting tonight.”

“Sounds good. It was nice to meet you, Temari of Suna.”

“Likewise, Sakura of Konoha.” Temari winked.

Upon leaving the restaurant, Sakura found herself in a better mood than when she’d first entered the restaurant. She had no clue what Sasuke and Naruto were doing at present, and she definitely didn’t care. She wasn’t ready to face them after her little outburst at the ichiraku. When she finally made it to Tsunade’s office, she was surprised to see a living doll standing in front of Tsunade’s desk. She was adorned in a kimono that Sakura had only seen in storybooks, and on the most elegant and beautiful princesses. She wore an authentic juni-hitoe, a twelve-layer robe, of rainbow colors, and one that looked extremely hot, even in the light, springtime weather. From the back, she could see the young woman’s long, dark hair trailing all the way down past her spine, not bound or tied by any means. Sakura wasn’t sure what product the girl used on her hair, but she’d never seen such a shine to it. In her left hand was a delicately held blue parasol with a thick, black bamboo body she held it by. The real surprise came when the girl turned around upon hearing Sakura’s arrival when she opened the door. Sakura couldn’t keep herself from staring—she’d never seen such eyes of a pale color before. The girl turned her attention back to Tsunade and bowed her head.

“Thank you for your time, Godaime Hokage-Sama.”

“It was my pleasure, Hyuga-Hime. Please, know that Konohagakure will do all it came to make you feel welcome.”

“Thank you very much.”

The girl turned around, bowing at Sakura with a polite smile as she made her way past her, and out of the office. Her beautiful, flowered scent still lingered long after she was gone, and after Sakura had made her way over to Tsunade’s desk.

“Who in the world was that?”

“She’s the heiress of the Hyuga family.”

“I’ll believe it, dressed like that, but I didn’t even know Hiashi-Sama had a daughter!” Sakura asked, leaning against her shishi’s desk with a thoughtful glance back at the door.

Tsunade was just going through a few select folders on her desk. Hinata had been the last girl to establish residency in Konoha in the past two days or so. Now that Hinata was here, they could probably get things done a little bit faster. It had been exactly a year from this very date that Jiraiya, rest his soul, had set his grand plan into motion. Tsunade was adamant on following it through, no matter what.

“Yep, her name is Hinata. Old Hiashi sent for her about two weeks ago. I guess with his old age and such creeping up on him, and his constant state of poor health, he just decided to bring her back for the sake of family duty.”

“That explains why I’ve never seen her before. So where has she been hiding this entire time?”

“She’s been taking care of the family affairs back where she was born and raised—in Kirigakure. Ever since she was ten, she’s been ruling that second branch of the Hyuga family. With her younger sister named the ‘overseer’ of that branch, Hiashi felt is was finally time to bring Hinata to take care of the main home branch of the Hyuga family, here in Konoha where the Hyuga’s roots began. Sakura, it’ll do you good to get acquainted with her and the other girls you’ll be meeting soon. ...It pertains to your upcoming mission.”

Sakura’s nervousness was visible in the sudden lines of worry that had appeared on her face, and the noticeable tension of her body. Sakura released a small breath before sitting down in a chair in front of Tsunade’s desk. Tsunade folded her hands over her mouth as she rested her elbows on the desk. She was in no-nonsense mode at this point.

“Sakura, has Kakashi been training you well? Who did he select as your…‘pratice partner’? Sasuke, Naruto or neither of the two?”

A blush sped across her face as she quickly looked down at her feet with a small sigh.

“I’d…rather not say who he picked to train me, but my practice partner and I have made some very good progress in the past few months. I’m confident in my ability. I trust that this mission revolves around that?”

“Very much so. You will be working with four other girls undercover in the newly-opened the “Ningyou Shibaigoya”.”

Sakura’s eyes didn’t even try and hide her surprise. She definitely recognized the name of the ‘Doll’s Playhouse’, especially because she’d heard plenty of ‘reviews’ from her fellow shinobi. Shikamaru claimed they hired the least ‘troublesome’ women. Sasuke enjoyed the fact that he got to get in for free, because of his profession…There was a woman, or several, for any type of man. Even Naruto frequented the place every now and again, but that was usually with much prodding on his friends’ ends. Even still, Sakura had heard about the place—it was one of the most popular places in their Red-Light-District, despite the fact it was only three or four months old. They even had foreigners gracing the business with their patronage.

“…Tsunade-Sama, I guess I should ask why you’re having us go undercover as…prostitutes?”

“In short, yes. However, you’ll be losing your title of genin…”

“What?!” Sakura stood up, slamming her hands down on Tsunade’s desk.

“You didn’t let me finish, Sakura. You’ll be losing your rank in favor of one of power and legend. With the…‘missions’ you’ve already had, I believe it’s safe to say you go beyond the rank of a genin, Sakura.”

Sakura sat back in her chair, knowing full well that one of the ‘missions’ Tsunade spoke of had something to do with the ‘mysterious’ deaths of all of the corrupt council members. But what was this ‘powerful and legendary’ rank Tsunade spoke of?

“So what would I be then…?”

“In the public eye, you’d be a genin, sure, but that’s all apart of the façade of being a Mononoke no Tenshi.”

“A what…?”

Tsunade smirked and leaned back in her own chair.

“The rough version of the name can mean anything from the “Spirit of An Angel”, “Ghost Angel”, “Monster Angel”…You’ve never heard of a special branch of kunoichi called by that name?”

“Never!” Sakura quickly spoke up, obviously very curious about this news.

“Of course. Regular level kunoichi and shinobi don’t know anything about them. They are a well-kept secret amongst Kages, and legends amongst common folk who have claimed to seen them. In other words, they ‘don’t exist’. As a matter of fact, there are only three Mononoke Tenshi in the world. Many kunoichi are trained in the ways of a Mononoke Tenshi but few succeed. The ones that do lead double lives; one in the sun, and one in the shadow of the moon.”

Sakura had to admit, she was more than curious about what Tsunade was trying to rope her into. Leaning back in her chair, she tried to process the information she’d been given. Tsunade wanted her, and four other girls, to complete a special type of training that would bestow them with new titles, and make them stronger than their peers…but they couldn’t tell anyone about it? It would have been a gross understatement to say Sakura was confused.

“Sakura,” Tsunade said, cutting into her apprentice’s thought.

“Yes?”

“…What do you think the overall verdict was for those ‘mysterious’ deaths of the council was?” the Godaime asked, narrowing her eyes.

“It was ruled out as ‘unsolved’ murders because they couldn’t find any trace of the killer.” Sakura stated proudly.

“Anything that happens, such as an unsolved death, or an effervescent encounter that leaves people wondering if they had been dreaming or not…Who do you think they blame eventually, but never have any iron-clad proof against?” she smirked.

“A Mononoke.” Sakura said, her thoughts finally coming together.

“Exactly. Sakura…your flawless assassination of all ten council members has already put you well on your way to being one of these special kunoichi. You’re unassuming, you’re beautiful, you’re intelligence is above that of normal kunoichi and when you pull off an assignation, you leave no trace of your presence whatsoever. Even an ANBU can’t be that flawless.”

“Well…yeah, but that’s because of how you trained me, Tsunade-Sama.”

“Exactly. I’ve been waiting an entire year for this moment, Sakura. I believe all of your training has come to prove you’re everything you need for this rank.”

“And what about the other girls?”

“I’ve spoken to the other Kages. Each of the girls you will be working with have had the same, if not more, training, just as you have.”

“What is the point in posing as prostitutes though? What’s the overall mission, Tsunade?”

Tsunade stood up slowly from her desk, and walked over to her large window that overlooked Konoha. She folded her hands behind her back, and sighed heavily.

“Tsunade…?”

“Sakura, you know how Jiraiya was investigating something when…he died?”

Sakura nodded solemnly. She remembered the day Kakashi had come to Tsunade with the news of Jiraiya’s death. From what she’d heard, it was a surprise ambush by unknown forces, but a body had never been recovered. ANBU said they found ashes from a fire where a body had been burned at the site of the attack. Tsunade had been inconsolable for almost a week after that. Sakura wasn’t sure, but she was positive it was some form of posthumous doing on Jiraiya’s end that caused Tsunade to snap out of it eventually. She’d been acting like the cat that had swallowed the canary, yet had kept her secrets secret.

“Well, the specifics of it were never release, but he was investigating the disappearance of brothel girls, and young courtesans who worked in the various Red-Light-Districts of other villages. He was certain that they were being sold to European slave traders, and being sold to other countries as well. I believe he’d discovered the center of the master slavery ring when…”

Sakura nodded and looked at her lap once more.

“When…they silenced him.”

“Sakura, this is why this mission must go off without a hitch.” Tsunade said, turning to meet her gaze.

Tsunade walked back over to her desk and spread out the four folders sitting on her desk.

“We have to find out what it was Jiraiya had discovered at the time of his death and find out how to stop this slave trading ring as soon as possible. I want to complete Jiraiya’s last mission…before I step down. I promised him I would.”

Sakura stood up, placing her hand over the Hokage’s. Tsunade looked at her young apprentice who gazed upon her with soft, gentle eyes that held a spark of determination.

“I’ll do all I can to help. I’m sure these other girls will do their best as well.”

Tsunade could only nod. It was the only surefire way to avoid tears at the words she might have told Sakura.

“Very well, Sakura. If you stick around, you’ll get a chance to meet your future teammates.”

Sakura planted herself back in Tsunade’s comfortable chair and heaved a heavy sight. Tsunade left Sakura to her thoughts and began to focus more at the plan at hand. She knew she was putting the girls in danger, but if she didn’t think they couldn’t have handled it, she knew they wouldn’t have endured the strict training beneath certain Kages.

Tsunade just prayed these girls were able to provide the bite that the Kages they had trained under constantly barked about. They were sure as hell going to need it.

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(A/N: Well, love it? Hate it? I told you all it was going to be very different from the story I posted originally! No sense in looking for it now, I made sure it was deleted, lol! It’s a new start and semi-new plot from the original story and I already like the way it’s flowing! Hope you’re enjoying it so far! Review! Let me know what you think. Much love all.)