"...You want me to use the moron's idiotic sex change jutsu for a mission."
Sasuke gave Kakashi a long, unamused look. Kakashi smiled back. "Sadly enough Naruto can't do it -- don't mutter, Naruto, you don't have the manners to blend in. And the target would notice a genjutsu on Sakura's hair color. There really is no choice."
Arms crossed, Naruto kept glowering alternately at their teacher and at his teammate. Sakura sighed and patted his shoulder. "There, there. You don't want to do it anyway, there won't be any fighting. It'll be boring."
"But I am SO hot enough, damn it!" He threw his hands up in the air in frustration, and then slumped and gave Sakura a pleading look. "I could be, right, Sakura-chan? Maybe if... Sakura-chan?"
Sakura gave a dazed blink and turned back to him, but her attention didn't stay on the blond very long. "... Oh."
"See," Kakashi said, sounding quite pleased with himself, as Sasuke glowered at her. "What do you think, Sakura?"
"... oh yes please."
Naruto turned to look, and let out a long, long whine. "Damn it, Sasuke-bitch, it's just not fair. You tweaked the jutsu, didn't you?"
Gorgeous slanted eyes, thick eyelashes, pretty face -- it wasn't much of a change, save for the length of the hair. The body, now, all long legs and long torso, and those shoulders...
Sakura bit her lip. She could feel her cheeks flushing. "Um. I don't think she bothered. But when you think about it, it's... really rather logical, isn't it? I mean, if you're--" she muttered the rest, because however much she felt for Sasuke now she'd always felt a lot against -- prettier and maybe not quite as book-smart, but like it mattered when she moved like the wind, when Sakura had none of the same killing instinct, "attractive in one gender, and the jutsu translates that..."
Sasuke huffed at her, and placed her hands on hips she didn't have much of anymore. The effect wasn't very masculine -- a bit campy, actually -- but the challenging, irritated tilt of that jaw now emphasized a long masculine throat, jutting collarbones, in a way that wasn't male or female -- just dangerous.
Sakura wondered for a moment if she would have been so irritated by perfect-untouchable Sasuke as a child if she'd been a boy, with more sexual attraction to throw in the balance -- because Sasuke might be her one glaring exception (and hadn't she fought and raged before admitting that) but Sakura still called herself straight.
It would have been horrible. Who would she have pushed herself again? She couldn't imagine.
While she thought Naruto's affront had melted away, turned into worry. He took a step closer, brushed his fingers against a too-flat, too-muscled belly. "The jutsu won't hurt him, right?"
Sasuke sighed, shoulders relaxing minutely. "The spawn is fine, idiot." Then of course she slapped his hand away, though it was so half-hearted it almost didn't count. Sakura rolled her eyes and chuckled.
... why did this turn porny on me. oh teamwork!T7.
Sasuke gave Kakashi a long, unamused look. Kakashi smiled back. "Sadly enough Naruto can't do it -- don't mutter, Naruto, you don't have the manners to blend in. And the target would notice a genjutsu on Sakura's hair color. There really is no choice."
Arms crossed, Naruto kept glowering alternately at their teacher and at his teammate. Sakura sighed and patted his shoulder. "There, there. You don't want to do it anyway, there won't be any fighting. It'll be boring."
"But I am SO hot enough, damn it!" He threw his hands up in the air in frustration, and then slumped and gave Sakura a pleading look. "I could be, right, Sakura-chan? Maybe if... Sakura-chan?"
Sakura gave a dazed blink and turned back to him, but her attention didn't stay on the blond very long. "... Oh."
"See," Kakashi said, sounding quite pleased with himself, as Sasuke glowered at her. "What do you think, Sakura?"
"... oh yes please."
Naruto turned to look, and let out a long, long whine. "Damn it, Sasuke-bitch, it's just not fair. You tweaked the jutsu, didn't you?"
Gorgeous slanted eyes, thick eyelashes, pretty face -- it wasn't much of a change, save for the length of the hair. The body, now, all long legs and long torso, and those shoulders...
Sakura bit her lip. She could feel her cheeks flushing. "Um. I don't think she bothered. But when you think about it, it's... really rather logical, isn't it? I mean, if you're--" she muttered the rest, because however much she felt for Sasuke now she'd always felt a lot against -- prettier and maybe not quite as book-smart, but like it mattered when she moved like the wind, when Sakura had none of the same killing instinct, "attractive in one gender, and the jutsu translates that..."
Sasuke huffed at her, and placed her hands on hips she didn't have much of anymore. The effect wasn't very masculine -- a bit campy, actually -- but the challenging, irritated tilt of that jaw now emphasized a long masculine throat, jutting collarbones, in a way that wasn't male or female -- just dangerous.
Sakura wondered for a moment if she would have been so irritated by perfect-untouchable Sasuke as a child if she'd been a boy, with more sexual attraction to throw in the balance -- because Sasuke might be her one glaring exception (and hadn't she fought and raged before admitting that) but Sakura still called herself straight.
It would have been horrible. Who would she have pushed herself again? She couldn't imagine.
While she thought Naruto's affront had melted away, turned into worry. He took a step closer, brushed his fingers against a too-flat, too-muscled belly. "The jutsu won't hurt him, right?"
Sasuke sighed, shoulders relaxing minutely. "The spawn is fine, idiot." Then of course she slapped his hand away, though it was so half-hearted it almost didn't count. Sakura rolled her eyes and chuckled.