Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. And...too bad this won't end up being yuri, huh? Or will it?
Also, I have NO IDEA why I wrote this. Seriously. I got the idea off of American Psycho...
Haruno Sakura, 31, was feeling sceptical as she walked through the parking lot and even as she climbed into her sleek red Mercedes Benz. She undid her tie and tossed it in the backseat, and then pulled out a small piece of paper she had received earlier from none other than Hyuga Hinata, who happened to be one of her fellow employees. However, the reason she was so sceptical in the first place was because she and Hinata weren't exactly what you would call "friends". In fact, Sakura hated the bitch.
'God...her handwriting is still as awful as ever...' Sakura thought as she struggled to read the note. Reaching into her purse, Sakura grabbed her reading glasses (which she tried to avoid using as often as possible), and peered closely at the note. From what she had been told, it was the address to the new apartment complex Hinata had just moved into recently.
Despite the fact she could barely make out half of the note, Sakura stuck her key into the ignition, thrusted it forward, and then drove the car out of the parking lot and onto the mainstream highway. As cars and trucks zoomed past her left and right, Sakura tried to come to some logical conclusion of why Hinata would approach her of all people.
'It just doesn't make sense...maybe she's jealous of me and wants to learn my secrets of perfection...heh heh...'
As she turned off of the highway and down Route 113, Sakura thought back about her past concerning Hinata. Three years ago, they had both tried for the same job at the same company; obviously, Sakura came out the winner. Then, Hinata got a job as an intern for that company, but since she was paid less and not considered a useful component to the company's success, Sakura compared herself as being 'better' than the Hyuga woman.
Sakura had even taken the time to publicly admit her superiority, since she knew that Hinata was too damn sweet and kind to even think twice about it. Just thinking about how poor little loser Hinata would grovel at her feet, begging for life's answers, made Sakura chuckle to herself.
'That pathetic bitch...what a fucking loser...' Sakura thought, a smirk forming on her lips.
Although the part of the note she could read had requested to come soon after work, Sakura didn't see any reason to actually fulfill that part of the request. So, she took a quick stop at a doughnut shop and bought herself a cup of dark coffee before speeding on down the road again.
After a while, and a bit of difficult translation on Sakura's part, the pink-haired woman finally reached the apartment complex Hinata lived in. As she drove her car into the parking lot behind the building, Sakura took one good look at it and thought, 'Damn...this place is a dump. Fitting for a loser like her...'
Sakura brought her car to a stop in between a light-brown Volvo and a dark-green Subaru, and contemplated whether or not to bring her suitcase along. 'If that bitch starts giving me a hard time, I could always whack her with my suitcase...' Sakura thought, smirking at the idea. Eventually, she decided to leave it there, and locked the car as she headed for the front doors.
The moment Sakura stepped into the main entrance wing of the apartment, she felt a shiver crawl up her spine. Then, the next moment, it was gone.
'That...was rather strange...' Sakura pondered as she stepped into an open elevator slot and pressed one of her manicured fingers against the number '3' on the dashboard. Not long after the elevator doors closed, they opened again, and Sakura stepped out into a dimly-lit hallway. The carpeting looked shaggy and hideous in Sakura's opinion, and the corridor reeked with alcohol and rat piss. She could practically see the fumes flowing around right before her eyes.
Suddenly, one of the doors swung open, and Sakura nearly jumped out of her skin. Stepping out to greet her was none other than Hyuga Hinata, who was still wearing her suit from work. Clasping her hands together and smiling widely, Hinata exclaimed, "Ah, Sakura-chan! I was getting worried you wouldn't come! Thank you for accepting my invitation!"
Sakura didn't even bother faking a grin as she barged her way past Hinata and entered the apartment room. Since Hyuga had only recently moved in, most of the furniture and things were still wrapped up. Still, Sakura figured that it was all cheap, tacky junk and that the ugly white shading of the walls matched Hinata's personality completely. In fact, the pink-haired woman just went right out and spoke her mind.
"Oh, you really think so?" Hinata replied, seeming to think that it was a compliment, "Thank you so much, Sakura-chan! You're so smart!"
"...I am, aren't I?" Sakura muttered in reply.
"Yeah...hey, how about a drink? I bought some wine today to celebrate!" Hinata exclaimed, and then she rushed into the kitchen to fetch the drinks.
Even though she didn't give a damn about Hinata, Sakura wasn't about to pass up free alcohol, so she decided to stay a bit longer. Planting her ass on the couch, Sakura placed her feet on Hinata's fine chinese table and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. As she lit one, Hinata walked back into the room, carrying a tray with two glasses of wine and the wine bottle itself.
"Here...help yourself." Hinata said, placing the tray onto the table. She didn't even seem to mind that Sakura was making herself way too comfortable, especially with her feet on her priceless family heirloom of a table, or that the pink-haired woman was smoking right in front of her. The Hyuga woman just kept smiling and smiling.
As she watched Sakura hold her cigarette between her fingers and take a long sip of the wine, Hinata said, "You know, Sakura, I'm really glad you came to help celebrate me getting a new apartment room. I know it's not all that big, and the building itself is worn down, but I guess that's what happens with people who don't make as much money as you. But anyway, back to my original point, I'm glad you came because...I think of you as my friend..."
Sakura almost choked on her drink. "Y...Your friend? I don't want to be your friend!"
"You're right...you're right...I'm sorry..." Hinata replied, holding up her hands in apology, "I should have kept my stupid mouth shut...sorry..."
"Damn right you should have..." Sakura muttered, sliding the cigarette back into her mouth.
After about a minute of silence, Hinata suddenly stood up and headed into the bathroom, which was located behind the couches. Opening up a cabinet under the sink, she pulled out a long yellow raincoat. She unzipped it and draped it over her body as she proclaimed, "Sakura, I want you to know that I'll still think of you as my friend, even though you want nothing to do with me. You've been able to do everything I've always wanted to do; you're more successful than me, I admit it. You've even lost your virginity already at the age of 16, and I'm still too scared to even look at a man's penis..."
Sakura tried hard to keep herself from laughing at that last statement.
"But...you know, I've always been unlucky," Hinata continued, having finished putting on the raincoat, and now reaching for another item underneath the sink, "I've always been kind of slow, kind of stupid. My mother thought I had ADD when I was four, and she put me on Ritalin. In reality, I had ADHD, which in my own retrospect, is completely different. I had a boyfriend for about a week in high school, and then he died in a car crash. My dog, who had been with me through thick and thin for 12 long painful years, was shot to death with paint balls on Halloween. My father had about three heart attacks, and my mother had two. I broke a leg and an arm every year in high school. Today, I slipped in the bathtub while taking a shower, and my head started bleeding...my whole life has been one big bag of shit."
"...Is this going to be your goddamn life story or what?" Sakura snapped loudly, now drinking from the wine bottle instead of pouring another glass.
"I'm just saying I love you...alot."
Sakura winced. "Eww...are you a lesbian or something?"
Smiling and shaking her head, Hinata walked back into the living room. Sakura still had her back turned, and blew out another puff of smoke into the air. Raising the axe clenched in her hands, Hinata let her emotions take over.
"HEY, SAKURA!"
"...Huh?"
Sakura barely turned her head when the blade of the axe tore into her face, crushing part of her skull and sending blood flying everywhere.
'It's a good thing I had all the furniture covered in foil and put on this raincoat beforehand!' Hyuga thought.
Hinata smirked as she walked around the couch and stood over poor twitching, bleeding Sakura. The pink-haired woman's once beautiful face had been marred beyond repair, and that alone made Hinata happy. But...she wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot.
Hinata lifted the axe high over her head, and brought it crashing down on Sakura's face once again, and blood splattered all over Hinata's face. The sound of cracking bone filled the air.
"YOU...FUCKING..BITCH!" Hinata screamed furiously as she continued to swing the axe down on Sakura's mangled body, "YOU THINK YOU'RE SO FUCKIN' GREAT?! YOU THINK YOU'RE SO FUCKIN' GREAT? FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU TO HELL! YOU STUPID CONCEITED BITCH! I WANTED THAT JOB, AND YOU TOOK IT FROM ME! YOU TOOK IT FROM ME! YOU...TOOK...IT...FROM...ME!!"
Blood and bone hit the walls and the floor as Hinata tore open Sakura's chest violently with the axe and stamped the woman's organs to shreds. Hinata reveled as she felt the woman's lungs become squished underneath her feet. She licked some blood off her cheek and found it to be quite tasty.
"HOW DARE YOU HAVE A BETTER LIFE, AND GO AROUND ACTING LIKE YOU'RE SO FUCKIN' BIG-SHOT! YOU STUPID, STUPID PIECE OF MOTHERFUCKIN' SHIT! YOU FUCKING BITCH! DIE! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!! GO TO HELL AND ROT, YOU COCK-SUCKING WHORE! YOU FUCKIN' SLUT! YOU DISGUST ME!! YOU FUCKING BITCH! I SUFFER ALL MY LIFE, AND YOU JUST LAUGH AT ME! HOW DARE YOU! FUCKING STUPID BITCH!"
As the gooey remains of Sakura's appendex hung on the bottom of Hinata's shoes, she then effortlessly slid the axe through her victim's neck, decapitating her. Tossing the bloodstained axe aside, Hinata lifted Sakura's head by the hair, and tore off a chunk of the cheek with her teeth.
"I'M FUCKIN' EAT YOU, BITCH! I'M FUCKIN' EAT YOU! HA HA!"
She then swallowed the piece of flesh and threw the bloody head hard against the wall, causing it to burst into a pile of blood and brains.
...The deed was done.
Nearly every inch of the living room was smeared in fresh blood, skin and bone. Hinata calmly walked over to where the remains of Sakura's head lay, scooped a handful of brains into her hands, and ate them one by one.
'Hmm...pretty good, actually.'
Removing her raincoat, Hinata's suit was revealed to have been kept perfectly clean throughout the whole ordeal. Still, her face, hair, shoes and hands were drenched in the crimson liquid. The result of her plan had been definitely worth it, but the clean-up was going to be such a pain.
Staring down at the mutilated corpse that was once Haruno Sakura, Hinata suddenly came up with the perfect idea to dispose of the body.
A week later, Haruno Sakura was declared legally missing, and a FBI team set out to locate her. Unfortunately, after almost a year of searching, the only lead they came to was dealing with Hyuga Hinata, who ended up proving herself to have no connection in the disappearance whatsoever.
Since Haruno Sakura was now gone, the company manager finally seemed to notice Hinata and her work, and gave her the promotion she always wanted; she now had Haruno Sakura's job as the manager's official secretary!
On the first day of her new position, Hinata brought in a whole meatloaf just for the employees. There was really no point in her bringing it in, but it was free, so no questions asked, no questions answered. She even planned on taking home whatever was left over.
However, one of the employees, Shikamaru, was a little confused when he found a single pink strand of hair inside of it. He thought nothing of it, though, and continued to eat...