The Girl With The Scars Book 2 {A Naruto FanFiction}

Chesticles (Edited)

This morning, my team and I go to find out where Koi is keeping the girls he intends to sell on the black market. I pull my black half mask up and decide to leave my cloak off. I wrap the arm without the anbu tattoo with white bandages. I put on the rest of my gear and grab a special topical ointment for sunburns I made. I knock on Ren's door first. He opens the door visibly in pain. "Where is your sunburn?" he points to his arms and neck. "Okay, use this ointment for the burns, you will able to walk normally and the pain with go away," he squeals happily as he begins the slather on the medicine. He sighs in relief as he hand the glass jar back to me. I quickly exit his room and knock on Haru's door. "come in," I open the door. He is laying on his bed shirtless, writhing in pain.

"Medicine for sunburns. Will make the pain go away in an instant," I hold out the jar. He screeches happily and coats his sunburns in the ointment. He grins as he hands the jar back to me. I exit the room and get the rest of my gear on. I think of the possible outcomes of the mission. Everyone dies, highly unlikely. Girls die, we live, also unlikely. We die girls live, more likely. I die, even more likely since they will probably put me undercover. Or everyone live, hopefully. Damn, I am really grim. I hear a knock at my door. "Come in," I call out. "We should go now," I hear Haru call out. "Mm'kay," I mumble as I put my Anbu mask on my belt. I trot out of the room.

The three of us hide our chakra as we jump from building to building. I put out my chakra perception when I sense many different feminine chakras in one area. "Guys, The girl are in that building," I point to an "abandon" warehouse. I go on ahead of them and scope it out despite the guys' protests.

My attention goes to a wagon being unloaded in the back of the warehouse. The wagon had the Koi Industries stamp on either side of its black sides. I watch as girls ranging from 12 to 40 years of age being shoved in. I go up for a closer look. "W-where did they get you?" I hear a woman say. "I was at the temple when a priest called me back," another says. I hear numerous murmurs in agreement from outside the window. I jump back to my team and tell them what I found out. "Why did you run off like that?" Haru whisper shouts. "I found out where the girls are being taken and what place they get them from," I cut his rant off. "The girls go to the temple, and a priest calls them back. They look very feminine and don't look like they would put up a fight," I inform them on the roof. "Okay, Kyo you get to go undercover for this one," Ren jokes. "W-what?," he shakes his head. "Haha funny, I guess this is up to Hono," Haru states. We go back to the Kazekage mansion.

I report to Gaa-kun. "The girls are being taken from the temple to the old warehouse," I inform Gaa-kun. "I guess that means you are to go undercover for this job. Temari can help with makeup and clothes," he tells me. "Great, itchy kimonos and cake makeup," I grumble as I walk out of his office. I meet up with the rest of my team. "I think you should be stationed outside of the warehouse and I will give a signal for you to storm the place. Perhaps while you pose as assassins of a particular person, I will go kill Koi," they all nod. "Sounds like rookie has this all figured out," Kyo mutters.

Later that Day

I arrive in Temari's room like Gaa-kun told me to. "Great, Hono-chan go sit on the stool and I will pick out your kimono," she shuffles through her closet. She pulls out a royal purple and blue kimono with white cherry blossoms on it. "This will be perfect. My plan is to triple wrap it to make the girls perk out," I blush and hold my head in my hand. "What? If you got it, flaunt it!" she squeals as she begins to put my makeup on.

I come out of makeup with  pink lips, lighter pink blush, light foundation, simple eyeliner, and makeup covering my scar. She dresses me in the kimono and triple wraps it making my boobs pop out. She makes sure the kimono is long so they don't see my fake leg. I also keep a garter life band around my thigh with needles, kunai, and ninja stars. The wig she puts me in is long and black with asymmetrical bangs. Temari steps back and admires her work.  "done!" she hands my a hand mirror. I see my reflection and flinch slightly. I look so girly. "Okay, might as well make the boys jealous there aren't with you before you go and kill a black market tycoon," she smiles at me. She opens the door for me and I step out. I look down as I feel Sand shinobi stare at me. She bursts open the office door. "Oh Boooooyyyyys~" she says in a singsong voice. I suddenly become extremely self conscious. I hide behind her, hoping they won't notice me. "What?" I sense then look around. Reminder that I am extremely short and Temari is at least 5ft 10in and all the guys are over 6ft tall. Temari steps to the side and I follow her . "H-Hono," We do this for awhile before she grabs my shoulders and move to the side. I continue to look down. "Now Hono, let them see your pretty little face," she coos as she lifts my chin. I see all 5 boys' cheeks light up. I look back down, not liking the attention. "You don't look comfortable at all," Haru grimaces. "Ding ding ding, you win a prize," I say with fake enthusiasm and extreme sarcasm.

Gaara POV

Good Lord, Temari totally made Hono-chan different. "Are those fake?" I hear Kankuro ask and I ram my elbow into his side. "Nope, all real. So this is what she has been hiding under the bandages all these years," Temari pipes like a proud mother. There is a long awkward silence. "Okay, we get it, I look like a damn painted whore" Hono throws out her hands exasperated. I hear the fail attempt to muffled laughs erupt. "Hono, No. We never thought of it that way! You are just way out or element," I try to calm her. "Don't give me that, I know even you were staring at my chest," she points a finger at me. "Well, it's kinda hard not to," Temari murmurs, looking off and scratching the back of her head. Hono-chan puts her hands on her hip. "Okay, enough tit staring. Let's go kill a tycoon," she deadpans at us as they continue to laugh.