Summary: Little Miss Innocent

He'd like to think she was as innocent as she seemed, but to put it bluntly; Innocent his ass. It was like fishing, he'd caught her and reeled her in, but he forgot one important thing; the bait. Now he is most definitely screwed.

Pairing(s): SasoSaku, SakuSaso, SasorixSakura

OOCness, AU

Warning: Suggestive themes, Violence, ect.

If it was one thing Sasori didn't like it was a chase. That's why he always had a plan to secure that no chase involved, either that or the girl was chasing him, which was fine with him…sometimes.

For him it was a different target every month, a different fuck every week. The more innocent the more naïve, the more naïve the easier the catch is what he reasoned.

It's like a game of sorts and by damn is he winning.

It's currently a Monday, the first day back from break, and the last bell has finally rung, much to his relief. The day had been boring, even the quickie he had in the Janitor's closet didn't leave him satisfied. The only remotely interesting part of his day was sneaking off campus for booze during lunch with the gang, and that was because of the thrill he felt running from the police.

Now he stood next to his locker, which to his pleasure stood right next to the entrance doors, scrolling through his blackberry, looking for this month's victim.

Ino Yamanaka

Karin

A smirk graced his face as he read the name in bold directly under Karin's. H felt a sense of security bubble in his stomach, because she was as naïve and innocent as they came. This was to be his easiest catch, he was sure of it.

To his knowledge she didn't have any friends, but everyone knew her, guess you could say she was a loner of sorts. A bit of a nerd too, she always wore a pair of black rimmed glasses, but oddly enough he found that quite attractive. You could spot her short choppy hair in any crowd, mostly because of its strange color, it's not every day you see someone with pink hair.

Prompted to look up he did, only for his smirk to deepen at the sight of none other than his new prey.

She was clutching her books to her chest for dear life and her emerald eyes were focused intently on the ground.

'Too easy'He thought as he grabbed some books from his locker.

Slamming it shut he slipped his cell in his pocket and stood directly in front of her path.

3…2…1…SMACK!

She ran straight into him and their books smacked straight into the ground, and she would have to had he not caught her, by her waist.

"A-a-ahh I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed trying to ignore the blush creeping onto her cheeks as his hands gripped her waist, just to steady her, right?

"It's my fault I should have watched where I was going" He added coolly, smirk never fading.

His smirk deepened when he saw her gulp and scramble on her knees to pick her fallen books, he joined her working at a much slower pace.

"Really, it's my fault I should have watched where I was going! I was just staring at the ground like a retard, oh my gosh you probably think I'm r-!" He silenced her with a pale finger to her lips, she gulped again and he chuckled.

"You're cute" He winked making her blush deepen, along with her pace.

She scrambled back up and dusted her skirt off.

He stood up too handing her two more books.

"I believe these are yours"

"T-thanks" She mentally cursed herself for her foolish stuttering, before returning her to the mysterious, albeit handsome redhead in front of her.

He was quite tall, he towered over her and she found herself craning her head upward just to get a good look at his face. His spiky red hair looking unruly, but that only added to his attractiveness. He was pale, and a bit skinny, but then again so was she. He had gauges in his ears and a tattoo on his neck that she couldn't quite make out. Overall he was to put it bluntly sexy, and she was indeed attracted to him.

She wasn't stupid, though, she knew him, his name, who he hung with and what he did, so of course she found herself questioning this whole situation.

People assumed she was some innocent, pushover nerd, but if he tried anything she'd break his pretty boy face…in half.

"See you around" He winked again, before turning around and sauntering off.

"Wait! I didn't get your name!" She called after him.

"Sasori, and you?" He called over his shoulder.

"Haruno Sakura!" She called back hugging her books closer to her chest.

"It was nice meeting you, Haruno Sakura!"

She shook her head with a small smile before heading in the opposite direction, with flushed cheeks.

Sasori let out a small chuckle as he slipped his helmet on and hopped on his bike, revving up the engine. Pulling his Blackberry out again he looked at the name one last time, before slipping it back into his pocket and speeding off to meet the gang at the café.

Haruno Sakura

As soon as Sakura entered her nauseatingly all pink room she flopped down on her equally nauseatingly all pink bed.

She pulled her glasses off and threw them across the room with a bitter laugh. People actually thought they were prescription, idiots.

Glancing over at her forgotten books she couldn't help thinking of the redhead from earlier. They were from two totally different crowds, but were probably totally alike. He's that rebel bad boy and people assume she's some naïve nerd.

She highly doubted he wanted to be seen talking to her, because earlier the hallway was practically empty. She frowned at that, which deepened when she noticed the brown books on her bed.

Picking it up she examined it further and a smile tugged at her lips.

She didn't own any brown books, which meant it must be the redheads. She had a reason to talk to him again!

He must have accidently slipped his in with hers… or not, maybe he did it on person, but right now she didn't give a flying fuck.

Hell, maybe she'll play his little game, and show him just how innocent she really is.

(A/N):

Prologue is kind of short, sorry.

Reviews/feedback greatly appreciated

This is a high school fic, Akaktsuki is involved, & some people are OOC.