WANTED
Captain of the Sharingan

Prologue

"They're back!"

Sakura was in the kitchens of Tsunade's Bordello helping the cook prepare the meal for the night's patrons, when the word reached her. It was only through a great will of self restraint and spending too many nights on a cold bed that she was able to resist the urge to follow the other girls down to the port. Karin was among them, she was sure, and it chafed not being able to go with them but she held her tongue and continued chopping the carrots. The stew had just been set to simmer and the kindly cook would need all the help she could get if she was to have everything prepared by the time the Bordello's doors opened in a couple of hours. The slight resentment that she felt in how utterly selfish some of Tsunade's girls were must have shown. The portly woman brushed a whisp of graying hair out of her face as she peered over the pot. She glanced at Sakura out of the corner of her eyes.

"Get on, lass. Don't be letting all of those trollups intruding on your time with the captain. 'Specially that red head. That one don't know her place."

"But the dinner…" Sakura could only stare at the cook dumbly, not completely understanding why a woman who cooked for a bordello could possibly refer to Tsunade's girls in such a manner.

"I've been here, serving that old woman for some twenty years now, lass. In all that time not one of her girls has thought to be as kind and helpful as you have been. You stay here and one of those tart will steal Captain Uchiha away before you so much as get a word in. I don't care what the Captain said to you aboard the Sharingan." The cook added when Sakura opened her mouth to protest. "He's only a man, and he's been surrounded by nothing but men for the past three months on this latest venture. I don't think it will take much for any of those girls to seduce him. He's only male, and we all know how bloody useless they are." The cook's face was stern as she turned fully to meet Sakura's wide eyed gaze. She jabbed her wooden spoon viciously at the door. "Now get. If you come back without seeing the captain I'll see to it that you are banned from the kitchen and that your show tonight is cancelled."

Sakura bobbed into a slight curtsy, her lips curving until a small smile as she ran from the kitchens, gathering her skirts as she ran.

The market place was nearly empty, save for a few assistant clerks that were unlucky enough to be charged with looking after the stores in the unlikely event of a client. She ran over the bridge, a sense of giddiness that she had not felt in long time making her chest feel as if it would burst. It had been three months since he had left her in Tsunade's care, three months since she had last seen him, and damned she would be if she wasn't looking forward to tonight.

Although she wasn't entirely certain if she wouldn't slug him first. Of all of the ways to leave a girl…

The mass of people that were gathered on the island's tiny harbor had forced several people to stand on the small fishing boats and onto the small planks that were offsets from the main dock for some of the boats that were just a little larger than dinghies. She caught sight of Tsunade's flaxen twin tails and the bright silks and velvets of the bordello owner's girls. Very close to the dock, not far from where the harbor master was having his men set up the plank to the prow of the Sharingan she saw a familiar shock of burgundy-red hair braided into a stern plait. Gritting her teeth Sakura ducked beneath the beefy arm of the butcher and proceeded to push her way through the crowd. More than a couple of choice curses were thrown her way, and she snapped a shout of the same. When the bookkeeper's apprentice placed her hands on her bony hips and blocked Sakura's way she dragged on the woman's long braid before shouldering past her.

How quick people seemed to forget that she had spent the majority of her girlhood traveling on dangerous ships in the guise of a boy. How quickly they seemed to have forgotten how she had come to be on the island in the first place.

His obsidian eyes were hot, just a hint of the sharingan bleeding through as she pulled him down to the cot, her emerald eyes sparkling. There was an unspoken promise there that she wanted and she had shown him, that the same stubborn force of will that had her searching for him for years, wanted him to grant that promise. Her lips quirked up into an almost smile when her bare back hit the rough cotton of his sheets, and settled onto the bed at her side just watching him. He was moving closer, his eyes riveted to her lips when she parted them in a shaky breath.

The trepidation that she saw there just a bare moment before the way he started to touch her made her want to scream in frustration.

She gasped at the feel of his rough calluses stroking languorously over the curve of her hips, and she tilted her neck back in what she hoped was an inviting manner. She flushed darkly at the slight smirk that his mouth curved into, a generous mouth that she had kissed many times over the course of the past month. Seduction really wasn't something that she was good at, and it felt as if she was grasping at straws in getting Sasuke to break the hold on his stubborn self control.

She had told herself that she would never forgive him, and on some level she was a bit resentful for him leaving her on the sandy beach those few months ago. His callousness shouldn't have been surprising as it was. After all he had grown up as a pirate and lost most of the polish that he had once been the result of the training to one of Konoha Island's most prestigious clans. He couldn't retain his former gentleness and survive the rough life that came with piracy. She understood that, but it had still been a shock. After that night she would have at least expected him to have enough care for her to at least leave her a blanket.

For a man that was so notorious for his womanizing that even the idiots in the Navy's hierarchy had heard of it there was something strangely curious about the way his fingers roved over her skin. He traced the curves of her nearly unblemished skin, his eyes riveted to the soft flesh that he touched. His touch got lighter when he splayed his fingers over her stomach and she shivered at the delightful feeling. His lips curved up into one of those rare smirks that was nothing like the ones that he let the crew see. A shudder wracked her body, and her nerves burned. Sakura had to bite her lip to stop herself from growling at him for being such a tease. It had been hard enough to get to this point, and if she pushed too hard and tried to force him then he might push her away.

Frankly she had had enough of that.

Gooseflesh raised along her skin and that smirk of his grew more wicked. Then his fingers grazed over her bandaged hip that was still a little tender and she couldn't stop the sharp intake of breath that had him stilling.

Tsunade was the one who had found her shortly after she had woken, and she had 'tsked' in that way of hers while muttering about the many failing of the male gender in their entirety. It certainly didn't help that Sakura had developed a case of acute pneumonia that she nearly died from. The older woman had cheerfully offered to send some sort of missive to the Sharingan and while the thought of Sasuke being so concerned for her wellbeing so far that he dropped whatever pillaging had been planned or harassing the Navy had been highly appealing, she had obstinately refused. There had been a small part of her that whispered, this was Sasuke after all. He wasn't the same kind boy from her girlhood. He was caring, but rougher around the edges than she was really used to. Besides if she had agreed to let the missive be sent out how would she have felt if he never came?

Even now, with his ship in plain view, that thought still caused ice to creep down her spine and was enough to dampen the excitement at the prospect of seeing him again. Biting her lip, Sakura slowed and her shoving became aggressive, suddenly she wasn't quite so eager to see him. She was almost afraid of what she would find.

If it hadn't been for the way that his other hand was caressing her uninjured hip in a rather distracting manner then she would have scowled at him. There was something there, something that was as close to guilt as she was ever going to see in him.

"Sa-suke?" Damn, she wished her voice had been a little stronger.

The distracting hand was slowing and his fingers were tracing the edges of her bandage that caused her breath to hitch.

"It hasn't healed yet?"

When he started to pull away Sakura was torn between the sudden desire to slug him or push him on his back and continue the seduction that she had chickened out of.

The guilt that she saw when his eyes flickered up to her was the only thing—at least that's what she told herself—from following through with either of those actions.

"It's fine." She murmured, trying to ignore the shadow pain of the iron hot blade as it had pierced her side that sometimes haunted her. She couldn't stop the slight shiver at the memory and pain that had been intense enough that it had caused her to black out. "It's just a little tender. It's all healed. Even Kabuto said so."

His eyes darkened at the name of the ship's medic, and she had to bite her lip to suppress the giggle at the way his lips twisted in distaste.

"You let him see you?" His tone was dangerous, but Sakura ignored it. Instead she met his obvious displeasure with a glare.

"I don't see how that is any concerns of yours—Sasuke." She faltered over his name when she nearly gave into the urge to call him Uchiha. It was something that she only did when he had done something to upset her. They both knew that if she dared to do that then there would be absolutely no chance of recovering the mood that he had so effectively ruined. "Besides how else was it going to get healed? Or did you expect me to go to someone else? Naruto, Kiba, Kakashi?"

Sasuke's eyes narrowed with each name she gave—at Naruto's name he looked as if he was seriously considering leaving and pummeling his second mate— but Sakura ignored it. If he was going to act like a child simply because he felt a little bit guilty…well, no one could certainly blame her if she used that to her advantage. It took all of her self control to stop herself from grinning when she uttered the final name, the name that was certain to break his fraying sense of nobility that he seemed to have developed lately. Frankly, she was sick of it.

Bringing a hand up to curl up on his bicep, she didn't speak until she was certain that she had his complete attention. "What about if I had asked Lee-kun?"

She recognized the familiar, golden head of the man with the most sunny disposition that she had ever met and she couldn't help but smile. Naruto didn't even bother to walk—strut—down the plank like Kiba did. He just vaulted over the ship's rail, grinning wildly.

There was something about Naruto that was so infectious that even with the dread that had quite suddenly lodged itself in her gut she couldn't help but smile as he looked in her direction. Briefly she wondered if he could see her, even though she had hardly gotten onto the dock yet, but pushed the thought back. On this island there was a very, very select group of people that he wouldn't grin at, and she knew for a fact that none of them were present. Even though she knew he couldn't see her just seeing his smile made her feel a bit lighter, just enough so that she was pushing past people more forcefully then before when he turned back to the ship to yell at someone on board.

Although she was finally closer to the pier, the Sharingan was docked at the one furthest away and over the din of the excited crowd she couldn't hear what was shouted or see who he shouted it to.

Whatever it was must have been crass, because the next time she looked up Naruto was rubbing his head as if he was suddenly sprouting a rather impressive lump and Tsunade was cracking her knuckles threateningly. Then a shriek pierced the air, and Sakura's heart sank as she watched all of those women in their jewel toned dresses crowd toward the plank with rabid ferocity. She didn't need to look up to know who was coming down the plank.

She wasn't completely sure what it was, but there was something about saying the Green Beast's name, in combination with the 'kun' that she had always reserved for him when they were children that seemed to evoke a rather…possessive response from him.

Which is exactly what Sakura had been counting on.

The hand on her uninjured side gripped her hip firmly before snaking between her back and the bed to grip her waist. She barely had time to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from grinning before he settled his body on top of hers, still mindful of the bandaging at her side. She caught a glimpse of something hot and dark in those obsidian eyes that were slowly bleeding red before his lips and teeth were at the juncture of her throat. It was a little harder to breathe as he suddenly nipped at the now sensitized skin of her neck and the hand gripping his arm tightened.

She nearly cried out at the hardness that was suddenly pressing insistently at her lower stomach.

"Never." her heart was thudding in her chest at both the dangerous edge to his voice and the way his breath was harsh and warm against her neck. Already heat was pooling low in her stomach and Sakura whimpered when he ground his body harder against her. "Never say that man's name in my presence, like that, ever again."

He looked just how she had remembered him. His raven hair was still in that spiky disarray that came from too many voyages at sea and too little proper care. At least he had claimed once that he didn't have the time to properly care for it. Personally, she was of the opinion that he did it on purpose. After all there were many things that the Captain was not, and careless was at the top of the list. As much as her stomach flipped unpleasantly at the thought, Sakura knew that she wasn't the only woman that had laid in his bed and threaded her fingers through the soft stiffness on his unruly hair. Despite the years he had spent at sea his skin was still as pale as it had been the day that she first met him. His black eyes were hard and flinty, and Sakura heard more than a few sighs as he made his way off of the ship.

"I don't see how that is—" Her breath caught when her rocked against her hard enough for his hardness to slide down to the juncture between her thighs. Then he was nipping at her collar and she couldn't quite remember what she had been trying to say.

Sakura was hard pressed not to scowl at the way the front of his white tunic was loosely laced so that it showed off an ample amount of his chest. The dark ruby color of the cloth belt that always covered the top of his pants stood in stark contrast to the pristine tunic and it was only when she managed to shove past an irate seamstress that she saw how the tunic clung to him like a second skin.

At that she really did scowl. He probably specifically chose a tunic that was liberally doused with salt water when he had gotten dressed today. She certainly wouldn't have put it past him.

At least he had opted not to wear his leather trousers. Instead they were made of a soft, black material that she knew from experience were very comfortable. It made her wonder if he hadn't perhaps chosen his clothing so carefully after all.

"You're mine, Sakura." She trembled and moaned against him, as his mouth started to move lower down her body. The possessiveness in those words sent a heat down her spine that left her feeling needy. She tried to move so that she could grip his shoulders and pull him closer, but she could only stare at him stupidly when she finally realized that, at some point, he had pinned her hands to either side of her head.

Her moan of frustration quickly turned into a groan at the sudden realization that she was completely helpless to his ministrations.

He stopped when he reached Karin, and Sakura stopped her own shoving to just watch him. Karin gave the captain one of her most sultry smiles, the ones that she reserved specifically for her most favored patrons. Sakura felt stricken, and nearly had to look away when another woman took Sasuke's arm, obviously taking great care to press her bosom along the length.

Suddenly the green eyed woman found the water to be lapping at the side of the dock to be much more interesting. She couldn't even bring herself to look up at the ruckus that the crew suddenly caused and completely missed the Captain's rather panicked look.

"Sasuke—"

She missed the way Tsunade shook her head, an almost pitying look in her eyes as Sasuke desperately tried to yank his arm away.

Whatever it was that she had been about to protest was quite suddenly lost in a sudden haze of delicious feeling when he raised his head from her skin only to bring his lips crashing on hers in an almost bruising kiss. Sakura struggled against the restraint of his hands, desperate to try and return the favor somehow, but it was becoming increasingly harder to think until all she could do was cling to him as he continued to rock against her.

The panicked look in his obsidian eyes grew desperate, his fingers twitching as if he was doing his best to avoid touching something vile, when another girl in a dress of sapphire tones removed the sodden black and silver lined jacket from his shoulder.

She cried out at the sudden loss of contact when he stepped back to undo the buckle of his breeches.

"Oi, teme!"

From the rumors that she had heard about him from different women from the various ports she had expected him to take her hard and fast. Her body was certainly primed for it by the time he seemed to have even bothered to consider it. She had been scared of the pain, but he had been so unbelievably gentle—something she still didn't understand—so careful that she was sated before he took his own release that she had trouble placing the man laying contented next to her with the same demon that ruled the Sharingan. Always he had been so, so careful, so mindful of the tenderness of her injured hip that it had made her cry at the end.

Sakura raised her head in time to see Naruto jerk his head in her direction that queasy feeling of despair changed into something entirely different. She wasn't sure when it had happened but at some point Sasuke had stepped away from the dock and was coming closer to her. Her breath caught and it was suddenly very hard to breathe when she realized that he could actually see her.

Karin still clung to his arm, but he didn't seem to be paying her any more attention. His look was that of a man who was starved of thirst just coming across an oasis. It was a look that she had never seen outside of his cabin and was gentle and warm.

"Sasuke?" She tangled her fingers into the lock of hair above his right hair.

"Hmm?" The arm around her waist tightened and he started to trace those lazy patterns on her skin that drove her absolutely crazy again.

"Will you leave?"

Sakura swallowed thickly as he strode purposely toward her, finally managing to shake Karin off. The other woman looked as if she would have immediately given chase if it hadn't been for the sudden surge of woman that were crowding after him.

Just when he had finally managed to step off the dock that led to the Sharingan his eyes starting to burn with a little more than warmth she found herself jostled. Before she could even think to shove back or protest, others were pushing her out of the way, swarming down to meet the crew and rejoice at their return.

The look that he gave her was one of perplexed amusement. He tilted his head to the side as he regarded her.

"What makes you say that?"

"Will you?"

Frustration was evident in Sasuke's eyes as he tried to push his way through, and that doubt began to resurface when he just seemed to give up.

Unfairly, Sakura didn't even have time to get angry at him before their eyes met again. The frustration and mounting irritation that was evident in his eyes softened her own wounded feelings somewhat. It was enough, at least, so that she was able to force herself to give him a soft smile. He paused at that and cocked his head when her lips curled upwards in a slight manner. A nearby serving girl at the Bordello swooned at the way the Captain's eyes glittered when Sakura mouthed two words to him.

A smug smirk graced his face and Sakura had the rather distinct feeling that—damn him—he had been waiting for her to ask that question. He didn't voice a response and instead pulled her so that her body was half sprawled against him. If it wasn't for the rather awkward position of her arm then it would have felt very nice. She grumbled a bit when he tucked her head under his chin. Then he tangled his callused fingers into her pink tresses and started to comb her hair, pausing only to pull the covers up to encircle her better.

It was the only thing she had to say before someone rather rudely—and obviously not accidently—pushed her off of the edge of the pier.

"You know that if you ever did, especially after this, I will kill you. You know that right?"

Sasuke just smirked before silencing her with a kiss.

"You talk too much."

'Welcome back.'

This story is actually an idea that I have been toying with for quite some time. I originally wanted to do it as a post manga ficlet for Matsuri Hino's WANTED manga. It's an absolutely adorable pirate manga. This AU is going to be heavily based on the manga itself up to a certain point. I hope you enjoy it. Unfortunately, I'm still working on Konoha Corp. and the drabbles as well as my fics in other fandoms so it will be a while before another update. On the plus side the chapters will be much longer.