So I figured, what better way to get back into writing than to participate in one of ShelbySabaku's contests? Anyways, here is my darling one-shot. Please enjoy and feedback is always appreciated and welcome!
The Rules:
1. Must contain at least a reference to Shakespeare, not particularly exact words from his plays but the man or a piece of work must be mentioned.
2. You must incorporate lyrics of a song you think fit in with the plot of your story.
3. Any pairing is allowed but it the person MUST be with Sakura.
4. The words mediocre, cloister, mungo, manic, and oaf must be used in the story.
5. It can be either a one or two shot story.
The Song: "Tattoo Me Now" by The Bobs
Disclaimer: This Miss Dany holds no claim over anything in the Naruto world….as sad as that may be. Nor do I own the lyrics used in this story.
"I'm not the prisoner of my skin
It's flexible and paper thin
I'm breaking out to let you in
Where I get pierced with a little pin"
Sakura supposed that her fascination with tattoos could be linked to her mother. She could remember sitting in her tattoo shop for hours simply watching her work on someone's tattoo with a manic light in her eyes, watching every detail come to life
Everything about the tattoo shop was comforting to her; watching the machine push the needle into the skin canvas too fast for her eyes to follow, listening to the dull thrum that was the working mechanics, smelling the ink. Sometimes she would just sit there and try to create a story to go with the client's tattoo. A lost family member, a favorite pet; the possibilities were endless.
She remembered the day that she turned fourteen; her mother had sat her down and from that day on taught her the arts of tattooing and piercing. What she didn't know was that a few weeks earlier she had been diagnosed with an aggressive brain tumor and wasn't expecting to live past that year.
She died the day before Sakura's fifteenth birthday.
What had happened after was a blur that she didn't really care to remember. She and her father went to live with in some small mediocretown that resided on the border of Waterfall and Fire country. Everything from the people to the houses was the same. Almost cookie-cutter in design.
Secretly, she believed that her distain for cookies stemmed from that boring, boring town…well that and her mother's terrible baking skills.
But the worst thing about that small, small town was that it had no tattoo shop. It was simply blasphemy and she told her father, Zabuza, as much. By this time, she had turned seventeen and had perfected her tattooing technique; black and gray scale being her specialty. Her arms and shoulders having been covered during the months between her sixteenth and seventeenth birthdays, most of her tattoos having been designed by herself and transferred to her skin by her tou-san himself. She had even managed to pierce her ears, twice in her right and three times in her left.
She had three-quarter sleeves on both of her arms, the designs themselves an intricate mixture of Japanese, New School and Traditional art but all in black and grey with very little color. The more traditional black and grey covered her shoulders, some even crawled up her neck, her mother's name, Hana, being the boldest tattoo on the back of her neck, and a realistic butterfly settled in the center of her collarbone. On her back were giant angel wings, in reference to her tou-san's nickname for her, and finally, spanning from the bottom of her rip cage to her mid-thigh was a black and grey Japanese dragon with pink accents. She looked like a walking piece of art and that's how she preferred it.
Just like her kaa-san.
The townspeople, on the other hand, though she was a delinquent of the worst kind, as if she were an awkward square cut from the worst mungo known to man. In her opinion, they didn't try to hide it either.
'Such rude people.' She though as she unpacked her last box, a twitch making itself known in her left eye. She and her tou-san had decided to move again after she had graduated high-school a year and a half early, settling on the more urban setting of Konoha to the sprawling hills and countryside of Waterfall.
Both herself and her father had saved to make the move, their eyes set on a small shop in the downtown area with an apartment above it. They had already been through the possible designs of what they had deemed their future tattoo and piercing shop. The tiles would be black and white while the walls would be a vibrant red with black accents. Leather chairs and benches would be in each working station and private rooms for the more intimate tattoos and piercings would be in the back. A small elevated platform would be the waiting area that was furnished with soft couches and chairs. A small table offering a variety of magazines would stand in the middle.
It was her dream tattoo parlor, and they had it.
"Little pricks I could hardly feel — tiny little needles made of steel
I make a statement, hear my cry — something I'll have past the day that I die
I was inspired by the illustrated man — I got my first butterfly on my can
I'm running out of room I can't find a place — I'll have to put the Last Supper on my face"
Idly, Sakura wandered which deity she pissed off to be stuck in her current situation. Did she kick someone's pet snake in her past life? Or were the gods simply punishing her for being so damn awesome?
"Honestly Tou-san, you don't have to freak out. I'm glad that you found someone else, it's about damn time that you moved on." For such a big, buff guy, he sure obsessed over her like a mother hen.
"But I have to make sure that you are okay, last time I left you home alone you nearly burned down the house!"
Sakura twitched, she was five damnit! The apartment above the shop was almost completely unpacked, the only untouched area being the small kitchen with too-bright-yellow walls. It had taken them about a month, but they were finally able to call the place home. Kind of.
Sakura sighed in exasperation before placing her right hand over her chest and holding her left hand up. "I, Sakura Haruno, solemnly swear to stay away from the kitchen until the return of her father, Zabuza Haruno. Better? Ya big oaf."
Zabuza smiled at his little tenshi. She had grown into an almost exact replica of her mother, from her big green eyes to her ability to find danger in even the safest of situations. The only things that she had gotten from him were his temper and quick, hard-hitting fists. Ah, how proud she made him. He snuck a quick glance at his watch before nearly choking on air, he was gunna be late!
"Ok, I gotta go Tenshi, but remember: no kitchen!" With a quick peck on her slightly too large forehead Zabuza bolted through the door. Sakura just stood there, a measly five foot six girl with pink hair wearing faded jeans with holes that took up the entirety of the front of the upper legs and a worn Korn tee-shirt that hugged her generous chest.
"I'm hungry." She declared to the empty house before calmly walking out the door that her tou-san had just ran through, taking the time to lock it before making her way down the stairs. As she walked through the closed shop, Sakura thought of the grand opening that was scheduled for next week. Just the mention of it was enough to make her smile like a maniac. Whistling a tune that she had heard in the Gnomeo and Juliet movie that she had watched in earlier that day, she giggled at the memory of the bronze Shakespeare in the movie. Ahh, good times.
"Tattoo, tattoo me now tattoo ow"
Deidara stood impatiently at the end of the line in the Chinese food restaurant down the street from his house, where the rest of the Akatsuki were staying for the night. With his parents being gone for the weekend, he was banned from the kitchen and being the generous host he was, Deidara had volunteered to run to the small restaurant to grab their food.
'Note to self: Never make a bet with Itachi again.' He thought as the old woman in front of him finally finished placing her order. Stepping up to the counter, he placed his large order, paid, and sat down to wait for his food to be finished. Seeing no one else in the line, the man behind the counter disappeared to help with the food. Deidara pulled out his silver Zippo lighter and flicked it open and closed, the sight of the flame having the same calming effect to him as a cloister might have to a religious figure.
The small bell over the door dinged, signaling the arrival of a new customer. Not looking up, Deidara sighed and put his lighter away before the man came back out. The last thing he needed was to be kicked out. While he was busy, he missed the slight pause in the person's footsteps before they continued.
Running a hand through his thick, blonde hair, Deidara finally turned his baby blue eyes to the newcomer…and promptly had to do a double-take. Standing in front of him had to be the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his whole eighteen years of life. Worn converse lead into faded jeans that hugged a pair of legs and an ass that had him doing flips in his mind, their muscle definition hinting at an athletic background, and those legs lead in to round hips that dipped and accented her hour-glass figure. Her chest had to be at least a D-cup and her stomach was perfectly flat and toned. Thick, pink hair was piled at the base of her head in a messy bun and her eyes were a shade of green that was a mixture of emerald and apple green. But what really caught his attention were her tattoos. They came down to the middle of her forearms and peaked over the collar of her shirt. If anything, they only added to her beauty, in his opinion.
Suddenly, she turned away from the counter and made her way over to the waiting chairs that he and the old lady were sitting in. From the corner of his eye he say the lady clutch her purse tighter to herself.
"May I sit next to you?" She asked. 'Her voice sounds like bells.' He thought in a daze while absently nodding his consent. "My name's Sakura. Who are you?"
"Deidara, yeah."
"Well Deidara, it's nice to meet you." She said. Then she smiled, and he was lost. 'Maybe I should bet with Itachi more often.'
"I can't be buried in a Jewish cemetery — unless before I die I become very hairy"
"Damnit Sasori! That hurt, seriously!"
"It's supposed to hurt you idiot, I just hit you with a pool stick."
"He's still moving, hit him again."
"Now now Kakuzu, be nice to Hidan. He can't help it if he's too slow to keep up with the rest of us."
"…That was cold Madara, cold."
The aforementioned Uchiha just smirked before turning to his twin brother, Itachi, and the game of poker that they were playing. The nineteen year olds shared a blank glance before throwing down their hands at the same time, Madara cursing loudly while Itachi smugly pulled his winnings of Skittles over to his side of the table. Kisame's howling laughter vibrated off of the walls.
"You should know by now not to play poker with Itachi," Pein said somberly from his spot between Itachi and Konan, not looking up from his cell phone. "Didn't you grow up with the guy?"
"I don't see how that is relevant." Madara sulked.
From his spot on the floor, Hidan groaned. Loudly.
"I'm hungry as fuck! Where the hell is Blondie? Seriously!"
Calmly, Sasori brought down the thick end of his pool stick to the side of Hidan's head, effectively knocking him out. Everyone else stared at him.
"What? His voice was grating on my nerves."
"He does have a good point though, where the hell is Deidara?" Kisame wondered as he pillaged said blonde's refrigerator for more beer.
"Maybe the line is holding him up, it is rush hour," Itachi said as he ate Madara's Skittles with grace, despite Madara's pitiful puppy face. Konan hummed in agreement, as she folded a small paper rose with precision only obtained with years of practice.
"Well whatever is taking him so long, he better not lose the change." Kakuzu grumbled before stealing Kisame's beer.
"Itachi, round three. Now."
Itachi only smirked at his older twin before shuffling the cards.
"I can't get a job that means anything — But I can always get a nipple ring
A pattern of scars filled with ink — like vacation postcards don't you think?
Running from my ankle all the way to my breast — is a map of my vacation in the wild wild west"
It was about two months after she had met the blonde boy in the Chinese restaurant. 'Deidara,' she recalled fondly. 'Well, maybe a little more than fondly.' She remembered how tall he was when he stood next to her, getting his food from the small Chinese man, she only came to his shoulder! And what a nice shoulder it was. So big and strong looking. And those arms! Oh lord, just the thought was enough to make her pant. 'And those pants of his did little to help in matters!' He was like a walking model with his blonde hair and blue eyes. She would love to tattoo him one day.
Leaning back from the client that she was currently tattooing, Sakura subtly adjusted her bra, trying to relieve some of the itchy-ness from her new nipple piercings. Color her strange, but she just couldn't get enough of piercing and tattooing her body. The small bell above the tattoo parlor's door dinged, signaling a new customer arrival, but Sakura didn't move. The receptionist position was covered by her tou-san's boyfriend, Haku. 'Although he sure could pass as a girlfriend,' she thought sourly, slightly envious of the man's feminine looks.
"How are you doing so far, Naruto-san?" Sakura asked gently while inspecting the tattoo of a nine-tailed fox that was slowly making its home on is abdomen. "Would you like to take a break?"
Nodding happily, the blonde boy made his way over to his shy girlfriend with the prettiest pearl colored eyes that she had ever seen. Smiling at the happy couple, Sakura whipped the sweat from her forehead.
Never in life would she have assumed that Konoha summers could get this hot. She was sitting in the shop in a pair of flip-flops, daisy dukes, and a shirt that tied off three inches underneath her bra, showing off her dragon tattoo and she was still sweating like she was wearing a winter coat and boots. 'Never again in life will I allow tou-san to go without making sure the air-conditioning is in tip-top condition. Ever.'
"Sakura-chan," Haku called from the front. "There's a customer here that would like a tattoo, could you help him?"
"Sure, I'll be right out!" She called before standing and stretching. Slowly making her way out of her working area, she was surprised to see the sexy hunk of a man Deidara standing next to an equally beautiful man with rusty red hair and cinnamon colored eyes. 'Mother of God, they're both like…sex gods or something.'
"Deidara?"
The blonde in question whipped around so quick she was afraid he had given himself whiplash.
"Sakura, yeah?" His blue eyes greedily drank in the form of the curvy rosette just four feet in front of him. Following the lines of the giant dragon that hugged her left side, and skimming over the small pink jewel in her belly button, Deidara almost fainted from all of the blood that rushed away from his head and to…other parts. She just looked so damn edible. "What are you doing here?"
"Smooth," Sasori mumbled next to him. 'Asshole.'
Sakura giggled a little, "I work here silly, now what can I help you boys with?"
Sasori watched the whole thing with a critical eye. Oh, he could tell that Deidara had it bad for the vixen in front of them, hell Sasori couldn't blame him. What he couldn't understand was where they had met. And damnit, why the hell weren't they introduced before?
Finally, finally Deidara seemed to snap back into his right mind. 'The greedy prick,' Sasori thought sourly.
"Oh yeah, this is Sasori. Sasori, this is Sakura. We wanted to get tattoos, today if possible, yeah."
Sakura's smile seemed to grow, and suddenly Sasori understood why Deidara didn't tell anyone in the gang about her. 'Everyone in the whole damn Akatsuki would be after her.'
"Yeah sure, I'm free for the rest of the day after my current client; can you guys wait about an hour and a half?"
"Unfortunately, I just remembered that I have to get back home and take care of some stuff for Pein. Deidara can you do okay on your own." 'Damnit brat, you'd better be glad that I think of you as a brother, and that I'm not trying to steal your girl. Ugh, I need a drink.'
Deidara nodded at Sasori, "Yeah I'll be fine, thanks." The silent message was understood and Sasori made his exit, only pausing to place a peck on the back of Sakura's hand.
"It was a pleasure, Doll. Maybe next time we can spend some more time talking." Sakura nodded and smiled at the departing red-head before turning back to Deidara.
"Wait right there next to the pale-eyed girl and I'll get right to you."
Nodding, Deidara walked over to the waiting area, pondering over the strange coincidence of meeting the girl that has been the focus of his thoughts for the last two months.
"Naruto, are you ready to finish up?"
"Sure thing Sakura-chan!" The foxy boy stood up and made his way back to the bench that he was previously laying on. "This tattoo is going to be amazing, believe it!"
Sakura laughed before mumbling that that was her line before setting back to work, forcibly reminding her brain that it could think about the sexy blonde sitting in the waiting area after she finished Naruto's tattoo.
An hour and a half later, Sakura leaned back from Naruto with a great sigh, finally finished with the nine-tailed monstrosity that he wanted. Taking a look at the finished product, Sakura couldn't help the feeling of pride that blossomed in her chest. 'Cha, I'm a badass.'
"Well Naruto-san, you are free to go." The hyperactive man hopped up and inspected his new tattoo in the body-length mirror offered to him.
"This looks amazing Sakura-chan, I'm definitely telling the others to start coming here!" Sakura just laughed and told him the procedures for keeping up with his new tattoo. As a safety precaution, she slipped his silent girlfriend a list of all of the things that he had to do. They shared a secret smile as Naruto finished paying Haku, before the couple left. The sun was already setting and she was hungry.
Turning back to the waiting blonde, Sakura made a quick decision.
"Hey Haku, Deidara and I are gunna be upstairs, call me if you need anything okay?" Haku nodded with a small smile as Sakura led the blonde man up the stairs to the apartment. Zabuza came to the front desk shortly after, his dark eyes trained on the stairs as his last client paid before walking out of the shop.
"What the hell was that?" He asked, his deep voice sending shivers down Haku's spine.
"That, my dear, was Sakura meeting a friend that happens to be male. No messing this up! I want grandchildren, you hear me? Let's close the shop early and go eat at that new Italian place down the street, ne?"
Slightly put out, Zabuza agreed before ambling his way out of the door. He'd kill the blonde brat later.
"Tattoo, tattoo me now tattoo ow"
Sakura laughed at a joke that Deidara had told her as she munched on some fries from her left-over Burger King.
"You know Deidara; I kinda missed your weird sense of humor over the months." She confessed as she made her way to the refrigerator to get a Pepsi. Leaning over into the cool contraption, she missed Deidara following her movements hungrily, clinching his hands to prevent them from doing something that would definitely get him in trouble.
"Yeah, I kinda missed you too," he admitted shyly a light pink blush spreading across his cheeks. Sakura looked at him from over the door and smiled.
"Well, let's get started on your tattoo shall we?" She asked as she led him to the living room and plopped down on the worn, beige couch. Deidara followed and sat on the other end, steadily growing excited at the idea of his tattoo.
"I actually already drew it if that's okay," he said as he pulled the folded piece of paper from the confines of his pocket. Handing it to the girl, he watched as she studied the image, strangely nervous about her opinion.
"This is amazing! The tribal work is so intricate and detailed, I love it! Where did you want it?"
"Right here," Deidara said excitedly as he ripped his plain black shirt and exposed the plains of his toned chest. There was a sudden awkward silence as Sakura just stared at his naked torso. 'I wanna bite him…can I bite him?' "Um Sakura-chan, yeah?"
"Huh? Oh sorry, where did you want it again? Er, the tattoo I mean."
Deidara smirked and felt his confidence rise…along with something else. Gently taking her smaller hand, he ran her pointer finger from the center of his left pectoral to the center of his right, the think point of her nail making his nipples harden drastically. "Right here, yeah." Oh good lord his voice had deepened, practically growling out the 'yeah' at the end of his sentence.
Sakura's breathing slowed and her eyes darkened to a deep forest green. She became hyper aware of the weight that the nipple rings added to her breasts and suddenly felt the need to remove her clothes…all of them.
"My room, now." Never had she moved to get to her room so fast in her life, and she never remembered taking her clothes off so fast either.
"My body is a canvas — a picture I control
A gallery of images — I worship every hole
The back's an empty album — begging for some art
Dragons, lizards, ancient gods — only question — where to start."
Well then, there you have it. 10 pages of DeidaraxSakura goodness! Yesss XD I do hope that you enjoyed it, and I may add a lemon to make this into a two-shot, but for right now this is my entry. It is now 3am and I'm sleepy. I hope that you all enjoyed it and please remember to review!
Much Love,
Miss Dany