I wanted to do something a little more mature, and since I've been watching a lot of gang like anime lately I've been inspired to enjoy this. AU and OC (because I didn't have the heart to turn a female Naruto character into something their personality doesn't even show- that's how I write after all, pr at least my fanfictions)

Chapter 1: SMIRK

It was dark. Warm yet dark.

Reaching across the large the bed she hoped to find a hand. The hand that had always pulled her out of danger. The hand that never left her in the unforgiving place that she always drowned in. She found a hand, but it wasn't his hand, nonetheless she held onto it. It's owner groaned awake as he squeezed her fingers. The gesture didn't relax he like it could have if it was the right person.

Next to her the sheets rustled and another groaned emerged. He still held her hand as plopped back against the pillows. The faint scent of expensive shampoo and paint wafted into the air around them.

"It's only three in the morning, yeah." He yawned putting her hand to his face. She stared into the dark where his voice sounded from trying to see his face, but she only saw was the blackness.

"I should attend classes today." She mumbled rolling onto her stomach keeping the sheets around her bare body.

"Megami when was the last time you actually went to school?" She could hear the smirk in his voice and if she had the energy left she would have punched him. So she settled for scaring him.

"For your information, Deidara, I attended three days last week." She said retrieving her hand from him. Saying his full name was a sign that she wasn't in a good mood. In fact Megami, real name Masami, was annoyed at nothing in particular, but she suddenly had a dark flame burning in her gut that only made her want to hit something.

"Sorry Megami. I didn't mean to upset you, especially not after making you happy." Deidara said wrapping an arm around her waist. Pulling Masami against his bare chest she released a long heavy sigh.

"Something wrong?" He asked releasing her as a precaution.

Masami sat up on the bed tossing the warm sheets aside and stretched her tired limbs. Behind her Deidara clapped which clicked on the bedside lamps. They both blinked against the sudden light as Masami walked to his closet. They were in his organization provided room, with dark blue carpeting, light wood paneled walls and matching furniture.

"Take me home. My uniform isn't here." She ordered taking one of his hoodies and a pair of gray sweat pants. She had no intention of wiggling back into her beautiful yet strangling red dress and heels home, it was hard enough putting int on once that night.

"Yes Megami." Deidara said pushing the blankets aside.

Their parting was quick and back to business, and that's what Masami wanted. A random night of guilty pleasure that she could silently regret later on, but upon meeting the partner-in-crime again they could pretend nothing ever happened, and go along with their lives. That's what she wanted, but Masami had so many partners that most people in her line of work knew who she was even at eighteen.

As Deidara sped away in his red sports car she trotted up the front steps of her father's enormous house. It wasn't big enough to be labeled as a mansion, but it was one of those homes that you could get lost in if you didn't know the layout. Masami had just past the sitting room on her way to the stairs when someone called out to her. She knew the voice immediately, so with a groan she turned around to face him.

"Where have you been?" Uchiha Itachi demanded as he walked over to her. His dark eyes even darker than usual as he glared down at her.

"The party sucked so Dei-kun and I ditched." She smirked stuffing her tiny hands into the pocket of Deidara's hoodie.

"You can't keep avoiding business. We missed out on two big deals tonight. Boss is not going to be happy." Itachi complained. He brushed his fringe out of his face in frustration.

Masami continued to smirk as she tilted her head to the side. "Jealous it wasn't you this time?" She teased.

He released a heavy sigh while pinching the bridge of his nose. Masami could see that he was struggling to keep his anger but he was losing.

"Just don't do it again. I can't keep covering for you. Sasori-dono isn't pleased either." Itachi said dropping his hand and slipping it into his suit pocket.

"He can come to me if he has a problem." She stated losing her smirk.

"Go to bed, you have school." He said turning away from her. He acted like a bossy yet caring parent most of the time, but Masami knew how gentle Uchiha Itachi could be and that made her glad to have him as her caretaker.

Yes her parents were still alive, but neither were around enough to take care of Masami's school meetings, or paperwork. So Itachi had accepted the role as caretaker until she graduated school and started working full time for the organization.

"Wanna help me?" She joked walking towards the stairs.

"Masami-san." Itachi said firmly.

"A simple no is fine." She hummed boredly.

Masami didn't get much sleep in the three hours she had left until a maid entered her room to announce that breakfast was ready. So she pried herself out of bed, stripped Deidara's clothes, took a shower and dressed in her Konoha High School uniform. As she finished applying a thick layer of eyeliner to each eye her phone buzzed from her nightstand where it stayed all night.

"Yeah?" She answered as she headed downstairs.

"I'll take you to school today, be outside in five." The caller said then hung up.

Nervously, Masami slid her cell phone into her bag as she hurried to the kitchen. She didn't eat any of the large breakfast that was prepared for her, not even the delicious looking chocolate fruit crepes. She was too worried about her ride to school. Sasori never went out of his way to take her to school or pick her up. He was always busy these days with organization work, most missions kept him away days at a time . Masami missed him and want to see him desperately, but she knew this wasn't going to be a pleasant visit.

After grabbing her bento she ran outside with still damp hair to wait for the gray mustang to arrive.

Her heart froze upon seeing the car pull up to her house. Excitement, fear, longing, and nervousness thrashed inside her as she approached the vehicle. The red headed driver didn't look at her as she entered the car, or as they turned onto the highway. The silence was worst than being yelled at. Akasuna no Sasori was beyond mad, and Masami could only wonder what she did so wrong to make him like that.

They were less than five minutes from her school when Sasori finally spoke.

"Tonight there is another party which you will attend and get those deals you failed to do yesterday. Fail again and you'll be dealing with the Boss. Not me and not your father." He spoke in such a flat and emotionless voice that it pained Masami to hear.

"I'm sorry." Was her only reply.

"Be ready by six you know I hate to wait." He added as he casually left his right hand on the gear shifter.

"You're going?" She perked up.

"Yes." He answered turning a corner.

Masami smiled to herself as she looked down at his free right hand. She wanted to hold it like it was a bad habit she couldn't get over. When was the last time she had even seen Sasori, 2 - 3 weeks ago? She couldn't remember, but she did know how it would feel to hold that hand. Warm, rough from calluses, but it would stay firm. It never shook, never wavered. It was Masami's constant source of strength.

Not that she would ever admit that to anyone.

"I'll be ready." She said still staring down at his hand.

He was pulling into the school parking lot when he noticed her gaze. Sasori without a change of expression reached over and smoothed Masami's dark purple hair like he was petting a damp cat. She smiled at the action even though she still hoped for more, but nothing happened as Sasori retrieved his hand and placed it on the steering wheel.

"Thank you Sasori-sensei." She said politely as she exited his car.

Before she shut the door Sasori leaned over to look at her with rich hazel eyes.

"Megami," He said her nickname like it was a delicate thing that would shatter if he didn't say it correctly. Masami listened closely like her life depended on it.

"Smile, you look prettier." He finished and blood shot to her cheek.

Sasori rarely complimented her directly anymore. As she walked into the school building she wondered when it had stopped. Middle school? When the other members of the organization started noticing her as a female, not just a regular face, but a girl who could break bones of she wanted to.
As Masami walked the halls of Konoha high she would hear the gasps and whispers of her sudden appearance. What made it most shocking was that it was Thursday, why only attend the last two days of the week? Simply, Masami was attending so she could take the pre-midterm tests, and show everyone she wasn't an uneducated skipper.

"Masami-chan?" Called a too hyperactive Rock Lee as he charged down the hall at her.

She groaned and rolled here eyes as he stood in front of her like a love sick puppy. Lee had shown interest almost immediately the first day Masami arrived Sophomore year. If it wasn't for work Lee would be the number one reason she skipped school.

"How are you doing Masami-chan?" Lee asked as he followed her down the hall towards their classroom.

"Fine." She answered with a sigh.

Lee chattered happily at her side about what she missed while out of school, and Masami ignored him with a flat expression. After entering their classroom the happy talking stopped as dozens of eyes stared at her in surprise. The first person to break the silence was strangely not Lee.

"Mochizuki." Hyuga Neji smirked from his seat by the window.

"Miss me Hyuga?" Masami returned the smirk as she strolled over to him.

"I did." Lee sang following her. One could practically see the hearts hovering around his head.

"Of course. Uchiha is no challenge when it comes to grades." Neji replied as Masami perched herself on the edge of his desk, legs crossed causing her skirt to hiked up to show more of her thigh. She could feel the glares of the other females in the room, but she didn't care. They were only making visual judgements.

"What about Nara? He seem like a genius." Masami commented running a hand through her now dry hair.

Neji scoffed and leaned back in his chair a proud smile pulling up his lips while Lee took his seat in front of him.

"Nara doesn't care enough to try." Neji said looking up at Masami's face clearly content that she wasn't going any where until classes started in ten minutes. He was so easy for her to read even with his secretive opal eyes. His motives were the same as any other male: power, sex and money. It all just fed his pride.

"And Uchiha cares?" She snickered looking around the room for said student, but he wasn't in the room.

"It's a pathetic effort." Neji laughed holding his head high.

Masami pulled her hair over her left shoulder and twirled her fingers in it as a flirting gesture that only earned her more glares and heated whispers. She couldn't wait for the next rumor to start, so she could hear how much people disliked her, a person they don't even know. It was the only entertainment she received in this prison.

"So where is Mr. Pathetic anyway? He's usually here by now." She commented thinking back to the days she actually arrived at school on time. Each time Sasuke would be sitting at his desk in the far corner with a book opened on the top of it, and his dark blue eyes would only stare at it unmoving.

"Some girl dragged him away just before you arrived." Neji answered as his eyes slowly moved down her body and stopped at her exposed thighs again with a hint of lust in them.

Masami leaned over him and with a devilish smirk whispered in his ear, "Can I drag you away?" As she pulled away she saw Hyuga show a flash of surprise that was quickly changed to a pleased half smile.

It wasn't the first time Masami hinted at that act to Neji, so she knew his reply. Having his family's dignity to maintain he would refuse because they were in school. Though she was curious to hear his answer if they were outside the school grounds.

"Another time Mochizuki." He rejected politely.

"Masami-chan I'm free after school if you'd like." Lee spoke up guessing at what she had whispered to his friend. His overly bushy eyebrows pulled upward under his soup bowl haircut in excitement as he waited for her to reply.

"Unfortunately I have family plans. Maybe another time." She lied smiling at him. Her sweetness made Lee sigh and was able to shut him up for exactly five minutes, and conveniently that's all that was left until homeroom.

Turning back to Neji, Masami gave him a sugar sweet smile as she said, "You better keep your word, Hyuga. I'm tired of your teasing games." As she finished she had to suppress the urge to laugh at her lie. Feeding into his ego was one thing, but pretending she cared about it was a whole other difficult task that had taken her years to master. After all her greatest asset to the organization was lying to men and using her body to lure them into a false sense of safety, then to execute them.

"Part of my charm." Neji smiled as he folded his hands behind his head.

"Can't wait to be charmed." She concluded with biting her lower lip and hopping off his desk in a sexual manner. Lee swooned even more while Neji's eyes widened ever so slightly.

As she walked to her desk seated by the door Sasuke strolled in with a slightly pleased expression that soured upon seeing Masami and her smiling face.

"Morning Sasuke-kun." She smirked as she took her seat and he walked by.

Uchiha Sasuke grumbled indecencies as he ignored her greeting. Masami's smirk was replaced by a smile of pure pleasure at his foul mood.

A moment later their homeroom and English teacher, Hatake Kakashi, arrived on time for the first time ever.

"Mochizuki-chan, you are back. Good to see you." Kakashi smiled at her from underneath his pulled up turtle neck.

"Nice to see you too Kakashi-sensei." She smiled back.

After their exchange the silver haired man turned to teaching, calling the chattering students to attention. Masami spent the day barely thinking as she filled out her answer sheets. If only the preparation test or even the midterms were a challenge at all then maybe she would put true effort into them, but until then she soared through the exams without a problem.