This is for the LJ community KakaSaku fanfic contest "A Whole New World" Challenge. I picked Vampires
NOTE: I don't read vampire books. I've never read twilight, finished the Historian or Anne Rice. I have read Darren Shan and Dracula. I made half of everything up. So if it's not accurate, don't sue me. I just had fun.
I don't own Naruto
III
Kakashi's eyes jumped quickly from the words on the tattered page to the soft sound of the doors opening. He watched lazily as people shuffled out in groups of two or more, whispering excitedly about the film. He watched from the other side of the street, one hand in his jeans pocket, the other gently clasping his paperback, careful to not bend the spine. He watched with slight curiosity and amusement. It had been centuries since he had found 'current entertainment' interesting. He kept to books, usually the same series that was over two hundred years old. If he gets lucky in his travels, he's able to find reprints. Never used. He had his standards and he doesn't need sloppy seconds with his literature.
He heard her before he saw her, eyes focusing at the sound of her voice.
"Well excuse me! How was I suppose to know that everyone was going to bail on us!" she, a blond girl wearing a very low cut tank top and a very mini jean skirt, scowled at her friend, who scowled right back.
"Because you met them at a bar!" the other girl, whom Kakashi did not recognize (which he would definitely remember a girl with pink hair, pink was almost as strange as his silver), who wore a blue snug T-shirt and dragging blue jeans, hissed at her friend, her hands wringing the strap of her beige bag that had a few colorful buttons on it. "And your underage!" the girl, despite her wanting to keep their conversation 'hush hush' spoke louder than before, causing a few people to give her a strange look. As they began to head down the street, he carefully put his book back in the inside pocket of his waist length leather jacket, stuffing his hands in his jean pocket and silently followed.
"Geeze Sakura, it's not that big of a deal. It's not like no one else has done it."
The other girl looked around, glancing unknowingly at Kakashi. "And you could have gotten in big trouble."
The blond shook her head. "You don't get it."
The pink haired girl huffed, standing up straight, "Whatever, I don't get why I try to look out for you. One of these days you're going to end up doing something stupid and get taken to jail, and I don't want to hear about all the shit your dad grounds you from." She seemed to gain confidence with every word, spiking Kakashi's interest in her, but his mind was taken back to the blond.
"I'm seventeen Sakura. You're seventeen! If we don't start doing something adventurous, our lives are going to fly past us." The other girl snorted, "And besides, I haven't gotten into trouble yet." The blond nudged the other girl, who only shook her head and walked a little faster.
"How do you know, Ino-pig?"
Kakashi felt his stomach clench as a smirk pulled at his lips. Yes, how do you know? Kakashi had been trailing this girl for three days, seeing her emerge from a bar, drunk off her ass, arm slung over a guy who had a 'I'm getting laid' look to him. But as he tried to creep his hands up her skirt, she turned, still belligerent, and punched him in the stomach. Kakashi watched in fascination at the man who crumpled to the ground, clutching his stomach as she staggered off, muttering 'sleaze ball' in her wake.
It was then Kakashi knew it was her.
Kakashi didn't know what it was about an independent woman, that thing about a girl who wasn't afraid to put the man in her place, to throw a punch, hoping to at least knock him back, made his spine tingle. Women's suffrage was a god sent; more and more women were standing up, stabbing their men in the chest (with their finger) and telling them to 'shut up and make their own damn sandwich.'
He wasn't a fan of bread anyways.
He watched entranced as the two girls walked, his prey's pony tail swinging slightly in the wind and with each step, giving him a glimpse of her neck in the steady pace of her walk. He felt his mouth water as the smooth skin of the left side (always the left side) peeked out from the other side of her pony tail, teasing him, taunting him, calling to him. He stopped, stepping into the shadows of a building as the pink haired girl kept looking around.
"Hey, do you feel that?"
"Feel what?"
"I-I feel like we're being followed…"
The blond laughed, "You're just paranoid because of the movie."
"No! It was a stupid movie. An old movie! I could totally see that it was all fake."
The blond shook her head, "I was kidding. Just, chill out."
She looked around once more, eyes drifting pass Kakashi's hiding place without a second glance. "Alright, let's just hurry back to your place."
Damn. Kakashi cursed, his stomach clenching in hunger as he licked his lips. He had been tailing this girl for days. If this girl went home with her, how was she suppose to sneak out later, and he take this opportunity to feed. It had already been a week since he last fed and he could almost not suppress the urge.
Fuuuck! He moaned as they picked up their pace slightly. As they walked, Kakashi stopped, flipping his book back out, frowning. His mind raced; he couldn't go for much longer. And despite how easy it would be to refuel with anyone, it wasn't as satisfying, and there wasn't that high, if it wasn't going to be her. He ran his tongue over his teeth, pausing at his canines licking the point before moving on. What should I do? He continued to follow them, but tuned them out. I can always sneak into her room while they're sleeping. But…I'm no creeper. He looked up to the two teenage girls he was tailing, debating on whether to take that last statement back when his prey screamed. They were in a full sprint. He could hear their hearts racing, blood gushing through those small veins rapidly. He was on full alert when he saw what had made them run. It was him. Kakashi growled, shoving his book in his pocket as he dashed across the pavement, praying that they weren't stupid enough to get off the main street.
His eyes flitted between the girls and the man following them on the roof tops, urging his legs to run faster. He almost reached them, an arm and a half's lengths away when the other man jumped from the roof tops, making the blond give out a blood curling scream, turning, going head first into a dead end.
Kakashi grabbed the pink haired girls arm, jerking her back against him, slapping his hand over her mouth before she could scream. He pulled her against the wall adjacent to the alley way, holding her still as her friend let out a blood curling scream. She thrashed against him.
"Shut up." He hissed, trying not to pay attention to her rapid heartbeat. "He's going to kill you too if you don't shut up." She screamed against his hand.
They both stood there as Kakashi listened intently as the girls screams subsided and a small whimpering moan left the girl as a low grow was heard he heard the terrible, horrifying delectable sound of the feast. The iron smell of blood laced his tongue as he took deep breaths, ignoring the small whimpers and the smell of salt and fear coming from girl. He swallowed the saliva that had filled his mouth.
"Shhh…" he said again, releasing the grip he had on the girl, who collapsed against him. He was about to push her off of him before he heard loud footsteps. He sighed audible, "Being dramatic aren't we, Sasuke?" he said in a drone, almost bored tone, but held tight to the girl.
The dark figure appeared from the alley chuckling softly. His red eyes glowed in the dim lamp light as he took dramatic steps towards them.
Kakashi gave him a curt nod, "You haven't changed much." His dark hair was slightly longer, but his clothes hadn't changed with the times. He wore what looked like a black disco suit, with blood red shirt. "The Bee Gees would like there suit back though." He said lightly, pressing his hands into the girl's shoulders, keeping her quite.
"And who is this beautiful piece?" his deep voice was filled with allure, Kakashi held tight to the girl who began to pull on him. Sasuke bent slightly, looking into the girls eyes. She relaxed, trying to break free as Kakashi felt her pulse slow from frantic to calm. He laughed, moving a hand from her shoulder to her eyes, covering them, feeling her shudder before pressing against him, her pulse returning to its frantic pulse. "Ah, ah ah" he tutted, "This one's mine."
Sasuke's eyes jumped from her to him. "Yours?" Kakashi nodded,
Sasuke laughed, "I don't think so." Sasuke grabbed her arm, yanking her hard.
His hand grabbed Sasuke's before the other could blink, cold fingers pressing deeply into the pressure point between his index and middle finger, making the younger man's grip on the girl's hand slacken. The hand retracted to her chest. His eyes narrowed, "It's time for you to leave." his voice was soft but he felt anger rise within him and the girl with him shudder.
He laughed, "What are you going to do? Kill me! You're going to kill me!" Sasuke's hand clutched his throat, fingers digging deeply into his throat making him gag. "You couldn't kill me." Kakashi scowled, trying to keep his grip on the girl.
"Aiee!" The girl broke free as Kakashi felt air return to his lungs as Sasuke stumbled to the ground. Kakashi stared, mouth agape as the girl delivered a sharp kick to Sasuke's face. "You bastard!" she screeched, the smell of salt filling his nose. "You fucking bastard!" she dug her sneakered heal into Sasuke's nose. Sasuke's hand snaked to her ankle, digging his nails deep into her skin, small droplets of blood pooling out. Before she could free her foot herself, Kakashi grabbed her, ripping her leg free and picking her up bridal style and jumping onto the roofs. "Shit, shit, shit." He jumped roof to roof as the girl struggled in his grasp. After a few minutes she suddenly collapsed, clawing at his shirt underneath his jacket, sobbing.
III
Sakura opened her eyes blearily. She felt like she had been hit by a train; her heavy head pounded loudly as she tried to move her limbs. She gave up, snuggling deeply into the soft sheets, inhaling deeply, hoping these dreams were better than the last.
She froze, inhaling again. The musky scent of man; these were not her sheets. Hers smelled like fresh spring on laundry day, but her light green sheets smelled of her, of home. She opened her eyes again to see navy blue. She scrambled up, eyes adjusting to the dim lights of the small room. It was not her room. The bed was a large queen size bed with navy blue sheets and a dark green comforter with matching pillowcases. The walls were a bare beige color and one wall had a large bookcase, littered with unorganized books of all shapes, sizes, and color. There was a small dark wooden end table with a small reading lamp. The small bit of light was coming through the window that had dark curtains. She gently stepped out of the bed, realizing her shoes and socks were off as her toes curled in deep, plush, carpet. She padded softly to the door, pulling it open softly before treading down dark hall. After passing the open door of the bathroom she entered a dark, open room that had a small table, a big TV and a couch with a lump on it. She took a few more steps before her eyes adjusted and she saw a silver tuff peeking out from under a blanket. She eeked, scrambling back, thudding against the wall. The form made a soft snore before becoming silent once again.
The night's events flooded back, as her body shook and a lump formed in her throat. Did it really happen? Did Ino? Did she-? Is she-? The sounds of her best friends screams filled her ears as she slumped down of the floor, sobbing silently. After a few minutes, she felt something warm and wet press against her foot. She looked up, sniffing loudly. She smiled; a small brown pug nudged her leg with his nose, looking up at her with a wide smile and a shaking butt. Attached to the small bandana around his neck was a note, written in sloppy handwriting.
This is Pakkun, he will keep you company for the day. You can turn on the lights, but do not open the shades. There is a little food in the fridge and some milk that I'm sure is safe to drink. Do not leave and most importantly, do not wake me up.
I get cranky.
By the way, my name is Kakashi.
"Kakashi…" she mumbled, stiffening as he grunted loudly. The dog nudged her leg, licking her toes lightly, making her smile as she wiped her eyes and scratched the dog's ears. She sat there absent mindedly scratching the dog's ears before moving to his neck. She felt her chin tremble as she thought of what to do. He said not to leave, but…but he knows that guy that…that did that to Ino…Is he like him? She looked up to the sleeping form. She could only see his hair, the rest of him covered up by the blanket. From what she could remember of him from last night, he was tall…And he wore a mask…and had dark eyes.
She heaved a shaky breath before standing up and began her search for the kitchen. She didn't think she could possibly eat again, but she felt she might as well try. She peered through the only other door in the house and gave a half smile at the blinking green 12:00 of the oven's clock. That's just great… She rummaged through the empty fridge, pulling out the milk, giving it a sniff, almost gagging before putting it back. She looked down at the dog, "Well, puppy, it looks like we'll have to starve here." she murmured, walking through the kitchen back to the small table, slumping in the chair adjacent to it, frowning. She watched as the dog disappeared into the kitchen and shrugged, turning to the TV, trying to turn it on with her mind.
She jumped slightly as the room made a small sound, and light erupted from the large TV. "The hell?" A woman came into focus, her voice growing louder as her background, a familiar alley, came into focus. At the bottom of the screen was scrolling text explaining the gruesome death of one teenage girl, and the search for one missing. She felt her heart drop as they showed the police tape to the alley where blood surrounded a clean head shaped spot on the blacktop. She heaved in a heavy breath as she saw a picture of her and Ino, smiling and laughed at the beach together in the left corner of the screen while the reporter held her beige bag, covered in buttons that she and Ino had nicked together from the mall. Her body shook as she buried her head in her heads. "So it's true…" she cried, clutching her face as small shudders filled her body. She sat up, prying her tear soaked hands off her face as she looked longingly at the door, then back at the man curled up the couch. That man might come back…I'm going to be like Ino. "Ino…" she put her knuckles in her mouth, muffling the sobs, not able to cover up the small whine that escaped her throat.
She heard a small whimper, and a little tongue lap at her foot. She smiled, looking down seeing little Pakkun carrying a small pouch that held the remote to the TV, a phone, and a takeout menu. She gingerly took the pouch, taking out the remote, turning off the TV with a small 'bleep' and looked at the phone and the take out menu. She looked to the man, then back at Pakkun. "I don't think he'll mind if I call home…" the dog shook, and then sat down, watching her with a tilted head. She looked to the man, Kakashi, biting her lip, turned on the phone, and dialed her dad's number.
Her hands were shaking and almost sobbed at the sound of her father's frantic voice after one ring. "Hello? Sakura! Is-is that you?"
She swallowed, "Daddy?" her voice was smaller than she would have wished.
"Oh God! It's Sakura!" he said to someone with him. "Sakura, where are you! Baby what happened?" Her father cried.
She felt the lump swell in her throat as she tried to keep the tears out of her voice. "I-I don't know daddy, but-but I'm okay. I swear to you, I'm okay."
"Sweetie, tell me where you are, we will come get you. You will be safe here."
She shook her head, breathing back a sob, looking back at the sleeping form. "No Daddy, I have to stay here. I will be safe here. He promised me he would keep me safe."
"Sakura, we cannot track your call." Her father's voice was fast, and higher pitched than she'd ever heard it, "I need you to tell us where you are! Who promised to keep you safe? Where are you?"
"I-I have to go daddy. I love you." She sobbed, "I'll call you soon, okay?"
"Who did this?" her father's voice was broken and desperate.
She looked down at Pakkun, who seemed to nod, "His-his name is Sasuke, daddy. I-I-I don't know anything else. I-I have to go."
"Sakura don't!" she sobbed loudly as she hit the end call button.
III
The take out menu was for Chinese, and big red letters written across saying 'The KakaPakk special.' She looked at the dog who stared at her with big, bulging, adorable eyes. He began wiggling frantically and barking when she picked up the phone and ordered. The man on the other end laughed at her timid ordering of the 'KakaPakk special,' saying he'd throw in the usual for guest and would put it on his tab. Sakura stared at the phone before looking back at the dog who nodded at her before waddling towards the hallway, curling up on the entrance mat.
Sakura sat at the table starring at the sleeping form on the couch, feeling completely empty of anything. She sat like that, watching him, but not staring for twenty minutes until Pakkun barked and a few seconds later the door bell rang. She watched the sleeping form not move before she stood up and stretched, walking to where the dog barked happily at the door, butt wagging and jumping from side to side. She peeked open the doors, seeing the smiling face of a boy wearing a red and white cap. The boy jumped slightly, but his smile never fading. "You're a new face! Howdy!" Sakura gave a weak smile as the man bent down to pet Pakkun. "Howdy boy!" He scratched the dogs head before standing up, giving the bag of food to Sakura, "Usually it's Naruto who orders this early."
"This early?" Sakura mumbled, "Hey, what time is it?" she frowned.
He flew out his arm, checking the watch on his wrist, "It's four thirty ma'am." She nodded, scowling at his smile. "Thanks."
His smile got bigger, "You have a good night!" he bent down, scratching Pakkun again. "Later buddy." As soon as the pug made it back behind the door, she closed the door, dropping the food on the table. She rummaged through it, finding labeled food, 'Pakkun,' 'Kakashi,' and 'Naruto/Other.' She looked down at the dog, holding the package that had his name on it. "This yours?" the dog barked. Sakura shrugged, uncapping the food, putting it on the floor. Pakkun barked before his face smashed into the plate, snorting as he gobbled the food. Sakura watched him for a moment, lip curling as her stomach rolled before deciding she was too tired to eat and she made her way back the bed room, collapsing on the bed, falling into a dreamless sleep.