Hello again everyone. Here is my new story, although I did get some help from eleanaleone for an idea: make a spy fic and have Sakura and Sasuke fall in love. I took that idea to heart though it will be a bit deeper and Sakura is more of a thief, but she does do spy work for a good price. Thank you again for sparking my brain to working mode again. You're awesome!
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Steal My Heart,
Stab My Soul
Chapter 1: The Job
Sakura Haruno swept through the crowded streets of Brussels France with her skirt billowing behind and her stylish high-heels clicking on the cobblestone as she parried and twisted expertly around slower pedestrians. She was not running, that would not be proper etiquette of a French-raised woman. She was walking as if the fires of hell were at her heels.
Sakura was actually part Japanese by blood but she'd lived there in France with her foster-mother since she was six years old and she hadn't stepped foot in her homeland since. She'd been to Italy, Germany, and throughout all of Europe. She'd even been to America for a quick job and she loved to travel. But damn it to hell if she would ever willingly step foot on Japanese soil again.
Sakura was getting annoyed by all the traffic until she finally came to the house she'd been moving toward. She stepped up the stairs and knocked on the door as she set down her heavy duffle bag.
It took only an instant before her foster-mother's maid of the day opened the oak doors wide and flurried swiftly in French.
"Thank you, Shizune." Sakura replied in English and looked at the woman's attire. "Nice French maid outfit." She snickered and the taller black-haired woman huffed.
"Shut up! I don't have to do this all the time; sometimes it's one of the others. And we only do this to keep anyone from getting suspicious of this damn house. Too many people come and go here for it to look normal."
"So you have to make face for the horny police of Brussels."
"Exactly. If they come in for tea every now and then for a look at my legs, then let them. We get protection when the police trust us."
"Yeah, thanks Shizune."
Sakura knew exactly where her foster-mother was at and went up the long stairs that curled to the second floor. It was so good to be back; she'd been on jobs for months and hadn't had much time to rest before she was sent on to another one so a retreat would be welcome.
Sakura knocked twice with her knuckles on a mahogany door, heard the grumble of "Come in," and did.
Tsunade looked up as her daughter walked in and she smiled widely. "I heard you've been successful."
"Hell yes, I was. You have too many goddamn clients."
"Well, I happen to be second up in the organization." Tsunade purred and grabbed her bottle of sake; she loved the stuff and had crates of it imported every month. "Thirsty?"
Sakura curled her nose and nearly gagged. "No thank you. I want some wine."
"I never could understand why you don't embrace your culture."
"Well, I certainly don't look Japanese." Sakura barked back and swept over to the desk, setting down the bottle of Merlot with a snap. "I'm half-French anyway."
"And how you have pink hair is a mystery of itself." Tsunade said and smirked at the woman's temper.
"It's not that pink…"
"Like a baby's bottom." Tsunade nearly snickered as she saw her foster-daughter's glare. She sighed and took a sip of her sake as she leaned back. "You are not going to like this new client's job…"
Sakura popped the cork on the bottle bad temperedly and poured the scarlet wine into the wide-rimmed crystal. "So what else is new?"
"They asked specifically for you because you're the best I have. If I could, I would have sent someone else but they are stubborn."
"Just tell me who it is…" Sakura said, though slightly getting chills.
"The Akatsuki group."
"What?!" The young woman nearly spat out her wine as she slapped a hand on the desk. "They are located in fucking Japan!"
Tsunade was prepared for her outburst so she only shrugged. "I know that. And I know you hate the place."
"I am not going!"
"You are twenty-two years old, it was seventeen years ago that they were killed!" Tsunade hissed and stood. "I was livid and heartbroken when I heard about your parents, but you were sent to me, away from those memories. You grow a pair, Sakura!"
The younger woman had the familiar pain in her throat and took a deep breath through her nostrils. She couldn't understand why she remembered everything. Remembered the blood and the death at such a tender age of six, but she did.
"Fine…fuck Japan! But I'll go for you, mom." She whispered and took a large swallow of wine.
Tsunade regretted her harsh words, but they seemed to have brought some sense into her daughter. "You have the memory of a damn elephant…" she said and received a light laugh from Sakura.
"Yeah, I know. That's why I'm the best."
Tsunade smirked and stood up. "I'm starving so we're going to eat dinner. Call Temari, Anko TenTen with us. They will give you the stats on your mission."
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Sakura ate her fish with an occasional moan as she listened to the details of her damn reluctant job. She was hired by the Akatsuki and would have no contact with Tsunadeabout her mission at any time; it would be far too dangerous. "Sounds shady to me." She said and bit a creamy asparagus stem with a snap.
"Oh it is, but the Akatsuki are a trusted branch. They are low standing within our ranks but-
"Of course they are. We are the best out of all the guilds; in the whole world! These Japs are child's play." Ankp said with a prideful snarl.
"But…" TenTen continued, peeved that she'd been interrupted, "They are the top guild in all of Japan and growing steadily in all of Asia."
"That must piss you off TenTen," Temari began. "That the Akatsuki might overpower your old Chinese guild?"
"It does a little, but I've long since joined the best. I'd rather be working here, with Shadow, the best of all the guilds than with China."
"At least you are honest with your ambition." Tsunade said and drank some water before continuing. "Sakura, as far as we know, you are going to steal a certain ring out of an old family shrine. Word is they stole the Uchiha family signet ring years ago and it was stolen by the family's rivals the Yamanaka clan."
"Am I too return it to the original owner?" Sakura said.
"No, not at all. Two of the Uchiha family who originally owned the ring are already within the Akatsuki already. They do not associate themselves with their old kin for reasons unknown but that is not my place to find out. We'll just say the money they've offered us for no questions asked makes up for it."
"How much will we get?"
"Six million." Tsunade said and Sakura snorted.
"That's nothing when we separate it."
"Six million for each of us intimately involved."
The table was silent in awe until Anko finally spoke up. "Why the hell are they willing to pay so much? Couldn't they just send in one of their own after a stupid ring?"
"And risk going to prison if they are seen? All the Akatsuki members are high profile business men and dignitaries of status. To put one of their own in the open is too dangerous for them. They are the kind of thieves that pay for the dirty work to be done for them. This Akatsuki group is very careful about their appearances. They're completely unknown to the Japanese government and authorities because of the precautions they take and the discreet thieves for hire they employ."
Sakura nodded and leaned back. "I'm willing to do this for five million all to wee little self."
Tsunade smirked and looked over at Temari to continue the mission details. "Here is a photo of the remaining member of the Uchiha family, besides the Akatsuki." The blonde said and passed the sheet over. "He might try and steal the ring before you do. He's been training under an underground guild called Hebi. They are yet unknown to the Akatsuki."
"I love being at the top and getting special strings pulled. So…the Uchiha family is basically kaput?" Sakura said as she looked down at the man with black hair and dark eyes that seemed bore into her very soul. "Hot damn…"
"You bet," Anko grinned slyly then answered the earlier question. "The entire Uchiha family was killed in a freak accident of carbon monoxide poisoning at a family gathering. The two Akatsuki members were absent, of course, and this Sasuke Uchiha must have been at school for a late game. Then he came home to the family estate with authorities and caution tape wrapped around the house. Apparently there were about forty-five bodies being carted out in those big green bags. It must have given the guy nightmares."
Sakura looked down at the picture, feeling slightly bad about not being able to give the ring to him. "Poor guy…"
"That tragedy was years ago and still the Yamanaka clan will not relinquish the ring to the last visible Uchiha. They want him to marry the youngest daughter, Ino Yamanaka, in exchange for the ring back. They also want the Uchiha family's money, which was given over to the last remaining Uchiha, the one who remains in the public's view. The two Akatsuki Uchiha have completely exiled themselves so there is now, basically, only one Uchiha left." Temari said and leaned back with her champagne.
Sakura smirked and bite her thumb. "Yee-ouch. Sounds like damn soap opera."
"I'd watch it," Tsunade interjected. "And I hate those corny shows."
"I really don't want to go all the way to Japan, but hell, what can I do when the big boss tell me what's what." Sakura said as she lifted her glass and the others followed her example. "To our greedy little claws! May they be forever manicured."
"Here, here!" Their glasses clinked together and Sakura's shattered onto the table and into her wine. They all burst into laughter save for Tsunade who saw the crystal littered across the table as a bad omen.
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A week later, Sakura was on a plane to Tokyo and the turbulence made her wonder if she'd even step foot on her once-homeland again. She hoped not…
Unfortunately the plane landed just fine and she got off, dejectedly, and walked across the tar path towards two men she knew from a photo to be Itachi once-Uchiha, and Deidara- just Deidara.
She already enjoyed the blonde man's fervor and energy as he reached out and pulled her to his side, a hand on her shoulder. "Welcome to Japan!"
"Thanks a lot. Do you always show such affection to those you employ?"
"Not really."
"Sakura Haruno." she said and stuck out a hand.
"Deidara, and this is Itachi."
She turned and shook the quiet man's hand; he gave her an ominous feeling so she gave him a slightly cooler introduction than the blond man. "Good to meet you." she said and he nodded.
"You are to begin tonight on your assaignment."
"Of course. There shouldn't be any problem." She said and stood between them as they walked to a black Mitsubishi.
The ride to their headquarters was an interesting one. Deidara loved to talk and Itachi loved to keep quiet so she only had to speak to the friendlier one, thank god.
"I read from your stats and found that you were born here in Japan." The blond said, turned to the back seat to see her as they held conversation. Itachi drove stony-faced and refused to speak to the hired help as Sakura figured he thought of her. A bit dangerous to snub the world's best and most powerful thieves guild by ignoring on of their top associates.
Bastard…
"Yes. I was born in Osaka. My mother was French and my father Japanese of course…but I'm sure you've already seen my file."
"It's impressive," Deidara said. "You seem to work non-stop."
"That is why I have to complete this as soon as possible." She said, seriously. "I need a break and five million is a perfect excuse for a vacation."
Deidara smirked and nodded. "I'd say."
Sakura had been given her briefing earlier and with the rest of the strange cast of Akatsuki members present. They all seemed nice enough, some a bit stranger than normal, but some were well humored like Deidara. But she kept getting a strange feeling that they reminded her of assassins, or at least murderers that pulled the strings.
She wouldn't be happy until she was back in Brussels and in her own home.
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Sakura looked at herself in the mirror and nodded at her outfit. She had to admit, something about black leather that fit like a second skin made her feel dangerous and slutty all at once. It was kind of empowering.
She bundled her long hair into the tight black hood that felt too tight and covered everything but her eyes and below her nose to show her mouth. She put on night goggles that reminded her of sunglasses and tapped the toes of her boots on the floor to make sure they were snug. Her gear was already strapped to her slim utility belt, so she clipped it on and turned out of the small room and walked down a short, dim hallway and entered an underground parking garage.
Sakura had been given a heavily tinted car all to herself and a fake Id in case she was pulled over. She opened the door and plopped into the leather chair, then tapped the GPS system on.
After a half hour of driving, the map brought her to a high class neighborhood with huge lots and even bigger houses; mansions galore. She pulled over three houses away in the driveway of one of the Akatsuki members' homes and got out. At three in the morning, with no lights shining around, she easily made it into the Yamanaka house.
The sealed room was simple to break into and the security system was child's play to her skilled fingers. Once the unarmed beep resounded, she opened the door and found, among other valuables, the signet ring of the Uchiha family. The crest looked like a poke'ball to her, like the one she'd seen on her niece's favorite show, and she grabbed it up. It was white gold and gorgeous despite the strange crest.
Just as she was about to set it in her pocket, she felt a sharp object though the material over her neck. "Drop the ring, Akatsuki pawn."
She actually smirked as she turned her head a bit to see him. To her dismay he towered over her petite frame and she almost drooled. He was so sexy even though she hadn't seen his face yet, save for a photo.
He couldn't see her eyes through her goggles, but she could see his through the slit in his mask and they were fathomless and dark as she remembered. "Sasuke Uchiha…"
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