This is gonna be my first-ever twoshot- maybe it'll be a threeshot. Yay! Now all I have to do is survive it... o.O

Anyway. Sakura gets her first taste of dancing with a criminal, and it happens to be- unkown to her- the most violent one there is. How unlucky it is for her to capture the heart of such a man...

After he is taken to jail... hm... I'm still contemplating on what happens then... XD

Disclaimer: ...NYAH.

--Sanded Silk--

"Hmph."

Sakura hated village parties- hated them with a passion, and here she was yet again, stuck in a strapless midnight-blue dress of her mother's, loud music blaring from a mysterious source. She didn't even have a date.

Sakura turned a few circles on her heel to see if anyone she knew was in sight. Unfortunately, no one was. With another contemptuous sigh, she picked up her dainty glass of some sort of wine she picked at random, and took a sip.

One day... one day, she would call the spirit of the person who first created village parties and torture him/her.

The music changed from fast and stupidly senseless to slow and sensual. Many people began to dance slowly. No one noticed the lonely pinkette in the corner of the room, watching everyone with half-open, envious emerald eyes.

And suddenly, it seemed, one person did.

A young man, with long chestnut hair tied back into a careless ponytail and emotionless silver eyes, came up from behind Sakura and placed a hand on her shoulder. Sakura gasped and turned around, finding herself face to face with the man. With his long chestnut hair and mysterious eyes, he momentarily caught her in a trance, and the two merely stood there, frozen into place, staring at each other. Sakura was struck across the face by how starkly handsome this stranger was. He carried a mysterious aura of darkness and charm; seductiveness, to describe it in better terms.

It was he who broke the moment. He held out a gloved hand, in a silent way of asking her to dance with him. She hesitantly, shyly, took his hand, and he whirled her onto the dance floor.

Couples stopped to watch the pair dance. Anyone could see the sparks that flew between the blushing young woman with sharp emerald eyes and the handsome, poker-faced man, with flowing chestnut hair.

They danced through many more songs, neither of them feeling any traces of fatigue, their eyes locked on each other the whole time.

Finally, it was time to go, and suddenly, Sakura was reluctant to leave. The young man released her hand, backed away, and bowed. Then, he turned and walked away.

Sakura took a half-step after him. "W-Wait! You never told me your name..."

The man stopped and half turned around to stare at her for a long, hard moment. Sakura drew back, her breath catching in her throat from the intensity of the man's gaze. He shook his head slightly, and his mouth curved into a smirk.

"It's better that you don't know who I am." And he turned back around, resuming his stead pace to the doors.

After a long time, Sakura broke down from her tense pose. She calmly pushed aside her tousled pink hair, pulling on it slighty to straighten it. After running her hands briefly over the wrinkles in her dress, she headed for the door, ignoring the jealous stares she was getting from other young women.

Suddenly, police sirens began to blare around the building. Sakura's easy walk turned into a speedy run as she rushed outside to see what happened. At least a dozen or so police officers had surrounded one lone person; a person who didn't seem to be fighting back. As they closed around the person, Sakura caught a glimpse of the criminal.

It was the young man she had been dancing with earlier.

Sakura ran up to a nearby officer and tapped him on his shoulder. "Sir?" She yelled over the commotion. "What is going on?"

The police officer gave her a strange look. "Why, missy," He said as loud as possible, "It's the murderer that haunted the northern parts of Konoha! He's been convicted of 34 murders in the past 2 months. We've been searching for him for a long time. It's pure luck that someone recognized his prominent features and notified us." He puffed his chest out proudly.

Sakura stumbled away from the annoyingly-victorious officer and away from the crowd, from the searing stares of strangers, by the doors of the building she was in moments earlier. She braced herself against the door frame with the palm of her hand, and continued watching the mysterious young man as he was practically thrown into the truck that hauled criminals away. He walked in calmly, not reacting to the push that a particularily bold officers forced onto him.

As he turned around to face the screaming crowd, his silver, emotionless eyes caught Sakura's sharp emerald ones for a fraction of a second, before someone slammed the doors of the truck shut and drove away rapidly.

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Sakura lay on her bed in her apartment, exhausted. She turned over slowly, onto her stomach, and hugged her pillow tightly to her chest. Well, this was interesting. She finally got her first taste of dancing, and it just happened to be with the worst criminal in the history of Konoha yet.

She didn't know whether to feel angry at the criminal, or sympathetic, or afraid, or even appreciative. He could have easily snapped her neck on the dance floor, but instead, he had kept his large, masculine hands well away from her neck. But why was she angry? Sakura herself couldn't put her finger exactly on the reason why she would be angry at the criminal who had, surprisingly, spared her life earlier that night. Maybe she was angry because he had danced with her, in such an intimiate way, without telling her who he was. But that was just purely impossible. If he told her, she would have yelled a string of curses and kicked him in the crotch, wouldn't she have?

Sakura sighed, frustrated. She didn't know what to do about the situation. A cool, collected person would tell her to drop the situation and pretend nothing happened. An overly-compassionate person would tell her to visit the poor idiot at jail, where he was most definitely residing as of now.

Sakura rolled over again, onto her back, and sighed, staring at the cieling. She made her decision then; she would visit him tomorrow, but nothing else would happen. Maybe she'd stare at him for a few minutes through the window; the police officers probably wouldn't let her do much more than that.

Ah well, she'd improvise when the time came.

Sakura rolled onto her side, draped her banket over herself, and fell asleep.

A/N: Yesh!! I'm done with the first stupid chapter!!

...Anyway. This story, I've decided, is gonna be a threeshot. Possibly a fourshot, if I decide to add an epilogue. -whew-

--Sanded Silk--