Characters: Sai, Sakura, Kakashi, and Naruto
Word Count: ~470
Notes: Follow up to Flame
Prompt #57: Repeat
There were very few things that could make Sakura still a temper tantrum. Perhaps a surprise assault by an enemy shinobi, or the need to perform a complex surgery on a dying comrade, or maybe, maybe the effects of Naruto’s Reverse Sexy-no-Jutsu. Not much could stop the rattling cage of a kunoichi with a grudge, especially a kunoichi with a short fuse and a predisposition towards using her fists instead of her words.
However, feeling something very small and very wet against her left butt cheek was definitely one of those things.
Followed by the click and flash of a camera.
Almost immediately, Sakura forgot that she was in the midst of a rant directed towards Naruto for messing up the camp -again, setting fire to Kakashi-sensei’s tent -again, and somehow managing to misplace some of her underwear -again, and instead she found her attention focused on her butt.
Her shoulders, previously bunched up with rage in front of a cowering Naruto, loosened as she craned her neck over her shoulder and downwards, hoping the sensation was not what she thought it was.
Thankfully, it was not a covert poisoned senbon that had been stopped by her med-pack.
It was more terrifying.
Sai was currently kneeling down, his face level with Sakura’s backside, and his lips…
Her eyes widened and her face paled as she realized that Sai was literally kissing her ass.
“What are you doing!” She screeched, swerving around and putting as much distance between herself and that creepy, depraved boy.
Sai blinked, his lips still puckered, “Naruto-kun once recommended that I start kissing your ass whenever you become particularly hag-like.”
Naruto, who had been fearing for his life mere moments before, began howling with laughter as he clutched his stomach.
Sakura tried to articulate her absolute fury into words, but she failed halfway, resulting in angry sputters that were interrupted by another flash. She turned, and froze in disbelief when she saw Kakashi absently taking pictures.
“Kakashi-sensei, what are you doing?”
“Hm? Ah, well, since I had been planning on reading Icha Icha Advance Tactics: Super Special Well Rounded Edition for entertainment on this particularly boring mission, I had to find something else to occupy my time,” there was a devious sheen to his exposed eye.
Sakura swallowed hard, “Like?”
“Like amateur photography,” he said with a smile.
Sakura was about to unleash a fistful of chakra on that camera, but as she cocked her fist back her concentration broke as she felt an unfortunately familiar soft and wet force being applied to her bottom.
“Sai, stop that,” she growled.
Kakashi smiled, and the sound of the camera snapping another picture of Konoha’s formidable medic nin with an ANBU member attached to her butt spoke louder than a thousand words