For Her Honor

by TigerLily6666

Summary:

Somehow.. someway, Sakura has been tasked with battling a challenging suitor on behalf of her friend Hinata. 

 

It, of course, ends with
her
trapping her longtime crush between her thighs.

Sakura stares incredulously at the pair of cousins before her.

“So…” She begins, not quite certain that she is awake, “Because of your archaic family traditions, that have somehow made it to the 21st century, Naruto has to fight a warrior of your choosing for your hand in courtship.”

Hinata is beet red, and Neji looks thoroughly done with this conversation. Their coffee has gone cold between them. 

“And because Naruto is also from an archaic family, he must also choose a warrior to fight on his behalf.”

Hinata nods, her shoulders rising with the volume of incredulous Sakura speaks at.

“Add to that, because of equity or some bullshit, the warriors have to have no blood relation to either clan and not currently involved politically with the suitors.”

Neji scoffs, and Sakura’s brow twitches.

“As such, Neji-” Sakura gestures rudely to the prick who glares at her, “Your retainer, is unable to fight on your behalf. In the end, this is just a means to prove whether or not the suitor has the resources and capabilities to protect you. Did I get that right, Hinata?”

If Sakura sounds accusatory despite the sweetness coating her tongue… It’s because she is.

“That’s right. As one of Hinata-sama’s best friends who has no binding relations to the Uzumaki or Hyūga clans and ample martial arts experience, you are the perfect contender.” Neji explains before sipping his cold coffee.

Sakura blinks, “No.”

Neji furrows his brows, and Hinata wilts, “Di-did Naruto-kun already ask y-you?”

A valid train of thought. 

Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura are childhood friends attached at the hip. Many a times people assumed they were a throuple. Those people got punched. Sakura has had a childish crush on the same bastard for years. And no amount of hookups could get him out of her mind.

So, she used that energy to become a trauma surgeon in five years instead of 12.

“No. I haven’t seen Naruto all week. He and Sasuke have been avoiding me, the bastards.” Sakura glares at her coffee. “Now I know why. They probably knew you would want to ask me.”

She leans back in her seat and taps her nails atop the table.

“What happens if I win? Does that mean you guys can’t get married?”

Hinata shakes her head, but Neji responds, “Not really, no. It just makes the courting process longer and more drawn out. Lawyers get involved. Shamans come out of the woodwork to do readings, etc. Lots of tedious things.”

“And you thought it best to ask me to fight on your behalf?”

Not to toot her own horn, but Sakura is freakishly strong. She’s taken down men with 300lbs on her. Easy and with little effort. She’s won several amateur tournaments and three intermediate ones before deciding to keep it as a hobby. At her gym (when she can find the time to go), she is undefeated. Her shishō, Tsunade , signed her up for it to help boost her stamina and strength because Trauma is harsh and draining. It worked too well. 

“We figured he would ask Itachi-san…”

“Aah…” Sakura hums in acknowledgement. “Yeah… he’s definitely someone I would have trouble beating.”

Because the bastard was slippery and a renowned murder detective.

Sakura stares at the cousins, unimpressed.

I don’t want to get in the way… especially ‘cause the two are so in love… But I’m likely to beat anyone Naruto brings. Unless it was Kakashi or Itachi or..

Sakura shakes her head and sighs before looking at Hinata tiredly.

“When and where?”

--

To be fair, Naruto had asked Itachi. And Itachi had agreed.

And then a criminal had sneezed directly in his face, and the Uchiha heir was now fighting a 110-degree fever in the hospital with his mother and wife by his side.

She should know. She did his intake because Uchiha Mikoto was not one to be denied when she requested something or someone.

So now, she stood in a sports bra and athletic shorts with her hands and feet bandaged, waiting for a last-minute replacement. Arms crossed across her chest and foot tapping impatiently, she’s seconds from saying fuck it. This fight should have happened at 1 pm on the dot, and now it was closer to 2. Her patience was waning. And fast.

“Where the fuck is Itachi’s replacement?” She growls at her idiot surrogate brothers. Hinata looks restless, and Neji is just as fed up as Sakura.

Ever since they found out Itachi couldn’t make it and stepped out to call a replacement, Dumb & Dumber had been acting odd. 

Like guilty odd. 

She’d recognize that look anywhere. The last time they had it, she had broken their ar-

“Sorry! I’m here! Clocking out early and the lunch traffic was a bitch and a half.”

Sakura turns around slowly, wishing and praying that the voice does not belong to who she thinks it does.

Her heart pounds in her ears, and there is no fighting the scarlet that crawls up her chest to her cheeks.

Sakura can barely make out the nervous chuckle of Naruto as Sasuke greets him, just as stiffly.

“Shisui-nii, you’re finally here.”

Standing before Sakura, looking effortlessly like the walking sex-god her dreams have portrayed him to be, is Uchiha Shisui. Sasuke’s eldest cousin on his father’s side. One of the handful of Uchihas who wasn’t a stoic, emotionally repressed asshole.

Six foot two, built like an athlete with feline eyes and slight tear marks. His curly hair always seemed to bounce, if only to tease Sakura’s self-control. His grin never fails to make her legs quiver and NSFW place pulse.

Shisui swaggers gracefully toward Naruto and Sasuke, duffel bag on his shoulder and sweats that leave Sakura drooling.

When he finally turns around, the spark of recognition in his eyes makes her flush, but the slow way he checks her out makes her preen. 

“Cherry-chan?” He asks, no doubt shocked. “Damn.. how many years has it been?”

Sakura smiles tightly and leans to the side to glare at her idiots. Both studiously do not look at her but she sees the way their throats bob with fear.

“About 10 years, I think?” She hums.

Forget a wedding. Hinata is going to be planning a funeral.

--

She takes a deep breath and smiles softly at him, praying he can’t hear the way her heart is beating. It’s already too late for her blush to fade, but that doesn’t stop her from walking forward with her hand outstretched.

“Shisui-san,” Sakura beams, genuinely pleased, if nervous. “I thought you were relocated to Suna?”

He shakes her hand, the physical contact lingering for a second longer than professionally appropriate. 

Shisui then shrugs his shoulders and crosses his arms, “I just came back. That location is stable enough now, so I returned to headquarters.”

Emerald eyes trace the line of his shoulders and veins in his arms before nodding. 

With her hip jutted out and she raises a brow at him, “And Dumb & Dumber somehow convinced you to come here instead of getting reacquainted with your hometown?”

His charcoal eyes slowly check her out again but slowet, from her feet to her face, eyes lingering on her thighs, hips, and shoulders.

“I’m a romanticist,” He huffs. “Anything for true love.”

I'm gonna choke him between my thighs…

--

Shisui had heard many things about Sasu-chan and his best friends over the years while setting up a branch of his security company in Suna. How Naruto was progressing through the PoliSci program at an alarming rate. How Sasuke was doing great in the law program and outpacing his cohort. How little cherry-chan, Haruno Sakura, with the most obvious, adorable crush ever, had completed undergrad, med school, and her residency criteria within five years.

He hadn’t thought anyone was that smart except Tachi-chan or Shikaku’s son.

He thought wrong. 

Coming back to Konoha had been a long time coming and something he was looking forward to, if only because of the vast flora he missed out on in the desert.

It just so happens that he hears about Naruto’s request to Itachi, and volunteers to go in his place.

That was met with a fervent and resolute ‘no’. 

Why? He had no clue. But he extended his services as backup regardless.

Now, as he stands across from not-so-little Haruno Sakura, he understands why.

Not because the young men were worried about her (obviously still intact) crush on him. 

But because they were worried about him making a move on her.

What was once a scrawny, not fully grown into her forehead, 15-year-old is now a 25-year-old woman. 

An attractive young woman with wide hips, thick thighs, an ass that can stop a truck, and shoulders he’s certain she could carry him on. 

(He wonders, briefly, if he should be concerned with how attractive that image is.)

Haruno Sakura absolutely radiates power.

And he’s a little sprung.

Judging from the corded muscles on her arms, the firmness of her abs, and the strength in her calves, Cherry-chan’s been hitting more than just medical textbooks.

As he stands across the ring from her, in his own starting stance, he eyes the way her thighs flex and firm up.

I kinda want her to choke me with them…

--

The bell dings, and before Shisui can even run at her, Sakura is already in his face, climbing him like a tree, twisting around his hands, and locking him in a rear triangle choke.

“Tap out before you black out, Mr. Romantic,” Sakura whispers in his ear.

Her thighs feel heavenly, he thinks breathily. In any other situation, he’d be happy to let her, too. But he focuses on the mission. Getting Naruto hitched with the least amount of complications.

Shisui grins, hops, and allows himself to hit the floor of the mat, back first, hard.

Sakura gasps and unintentionally loses her grip, allowing him to escape.

Obviously, one not to be deterred by setbacks, she flips and is back on her feet, fists clenched for a brawl.

Tilting his neck and stretching his arms, he hops on his feet a little.

“You’re pretty fast, Cherry-chan.” He compliments, “Been a while since someone got the drop on me with their speed.”

She scrunches her nose at him, “You’re gonna wish you took the tap out.”

“Shisui-nii!” Naruto calls out, voice desperate, “Don’t let her hit you!”

A quick glance around the spectators, he sees concern in their faces. All directed at him. 

“Don’t get distracted now, Pretty Boy!” 

Shisui ducks, listening as the wind from her punch literally whistles.

Back flipping away from her, he hops atop the ring post. 

“What the fuck was that?” He asks in genuine glee.

Sakura’s eyes flash predatorily, “I was trying to send you to heaven pain-free. But you clearly want to get there the hard way.”

He smirks, jumps down, and they begin to dance.

Punch, punch, dodge, kick, lunge, flip, blo-

“Fuck!” He hisses as he skids back into the ring's padded ropes. Both of his forearms that he used to block the punch shook so hard, he heard the bones rattle in his ears. From the way the skin is rapidly swelling, he wouldn’t be surprised if they’re fractured.

“He said don’t get hit!” Sasuke shouts, “She’ll literally knock you out!”

More like kill me, Sasu-chan…

“How does a woman your size learn to hit-”

“Like a 400-lb man?” Sakura finishes, lightly hopping on her toes. “Around the block.”

Shaking out his limbs, Shisui rolls his shoulders back, “Ok. I’ll take you a bit more seriously.”

The two rush to meet each other in the center of the ring.

--

It ends in Shisui’s favor. 

The man has almost the same amount of stamina as Naruto. And despite being the one beaten black and blue, with welts all over, Sakura is the one winded and pressed against the floor on her stomach, arms locked.

“This battle ends in favor of Uzumaki Naruto,” the gym owner, Maito Gai, announces with enthusiasm. 

Shisui gets up off her and offers her a hand, just as Naruto runs to Hinata to lift her up and twirl her around in glee.

“Good fight. Let’s do it again, yeah?”

Sakura, now back on her feet, stretches out the aches in her limbs before responding to him.

Taking the hair tie out of her braid, she combs her fingers through her hair and grins at Shisui.

“You want to spar with me regularly?” 

Shisui is surprised by the shock in her tone, “Yeah. You’re impressive.”

She squints at him, clearly not quite believing his compliment, “Dinner first?”

He smirks in response, “Your cellphone number?”

Sakura grins and is about to say something, but is tugged back by Sasuke, “Leave, you idiot. You did what you came here to do.”

Holding his hands up in the air in surrender, Shisui hops out of the ring.

Not before calling out, “See you later, Sakura.”

Judging from the thud he hears behind him, Sakura decked Sasuke, and he can’t help the chuckle he lets out.

Notes:

Naruto and Sasuke most ASSUREDLY try to interrupt their date. They get beaten up. They drag Kakashi into it. He gives a weirdly effective shovel talk.

Shisui sneaks up on her one night before they go on a date, and she decks him. He wakes up being carried on her back and asks her to marry him. They've been dating for 4 weeks.

Mikoto has been planning this wedding since Sakura first blushed at the sight of Shisui.

Sakura, unknowingly, thanks to Tsunade, is considered a Senju as she is the woman's heir.. So when Shisui does propose, he ALSO has to choose a warrior, though there are fewer restrictions. Shisui chooses Obito and Sakura naturally, chooses Kakashi. They kept drawing. So the couple settled it with an arm wrestling competition. Shisui will be carrying the Haruno (or Senju) name for the rest of his life. He's not even mad.