Chapter 1
As she was walking down the streets of Konoha, a small boy streaked past her closely followed by a whiskered blonde, then further back, a pinkette and duck butt. Sakura must be on another rampage. What did Konhamaru do this time?
She was going to ignore their antics, it was per the norm. When there was the sound of an impact and a sudden curse. She sighed to herself and went to mitigate the damage. She was known for being the negotiator of the younger genin after all.
She arrived as the group of leaf nin were standing in front of two sand shinobi. The boy with a cat ear hoodie and paint on his face, and the girl with her dusty blonde hair up in spiky hairs. She recognized them from her missions in Suna. They were the Kazekage’s children. But she wondered where the youngest was. Reaching out her senses she felt him in the nearby tree. He had always fascinated her, even when she was still a new C-ranking genin. There was definitely a spark, but also concern as he seemed to internalize everything and had little to no control over his temper. Also his blood habit. But she didn’t fear him, not even because he was a jinchuuriki who was powered by blood intake, and so angry. But he was beautiful. Like the wind, dangerous and wild, as well as caressing.
He was also a bit odd, note the fact that he was hanging upside down.
And Naruto was yelling loudly, demanding the return of the boy in the hands of the Suna-nin.
She body flickered directly behind Naruto, startling the Suna-kunoichi as it had been silent without the usual plume of smoke.
She ruffled his hair, “Do you need more diplomacy lessons, Naruto?” she said down at him.
“Sora-sempai” he whined guiltily, his attention distracted. Sakura went to punch him but she caught her fist. Even though the Harunas was strong, the Yo’ung clan was faster and specialized in defense as well as their silver tongue.
“Don’t do that again” she warned. She nodded shakily, “Yes sempai,” looking around for Sasuke for reassurance.
I approached the boy holding Konohamaru. I ignored him for a moment and focused on the caught boy. “What have I told you about running without looking where you’re going?”
“But but Sakura.”
I gave him a look. “Sorry sempai.”
“I’m going to teach this brat a lesson” the older boy growled.
She nodded calmly “He needs one, just don’t hurt him.” The kunoichi next to him jaw dropped and the painted boy looked startled.
At that moment she saw a pebble approaching them. She caught it and turned to the perpetrator.
“Sasuke? Get down now” she demanded.
He jumped down, too used to listening to her to do anything but.
“We really need to work on your peripheral awareness.”
“What?”
“Nevermind.”
She glanced up and caught Gaara’s eye, her lip twitching slightly. She turned and continued on toward her intended destination.
He watched her go, his eyes showing no emotion. She had long black hair, almost blue, that swung enticingly as she walked. She wore cargo pants that hung low on her hips and a collared shirt that hugged her curves, in a dark wine red which was his favorite shade.
“Wow,” he thought, a bit disconcerted at the feeling. His stomach tightened at the same time a fluttering feeling went through it. His heart beat faster and a flush swept across his face. This was new and he wasn’t sure he liked it.
He was a bit dazed as he watched her go, eyes focusing unconsciously on her arse. He licked his lips without noticing, letting out a soft purring growl of appreciation. Her name hadn’t been given beyond her first title. Sora, meaning sky, it was a fitting name. Her eyes were the blue of twilight, but gleamed with sadness and, longing?
Temari hid her giggle behind her hand. Who would have thought her brother would have a crush on one of the leaf-kunoichis? Sure she could see the attraction from a clinical standpoint, but she hadn’t expected her littlest brother to be staring at a girl’s arse. That was too funny.