A/N: First off I want to say that don't worry, I'm not quitting on Socialites I'm just taking a small break. I'm having a slight writer's block with it as to where I want to carry on from it. I'll get back to it this weekend and have another chapter up for you on it this Saturday.
Second, I want to say that this story has NOTHING to do with The Hunger Games. I just had an interesting thought while writing this up and the tracker jacker venom from the movie fit perfectly here.
So anyways, I hope you like this story. I'll be working on both this and Socialites so don't worry.
Enjoy and leave me reviews. :)
"This should be about the right dose that you need."
A small vial containing a clear liquid was swapped between hands. Perfectly manicured with a dark purple coat of fingernail polish accepted the vial. Placing it between forefinger and thumb he swished the vial back and forth. The man that had exchanged the vial stared at his two customers. One was very tall. He had an odd color of skin, blue was it? Yes and his teeth were filed down to the point, so deadly. His beady eyes stared at him, his fingers itching to reach back for his sword. The other wasn't as tall or fierce looking in the face, but one look at his eyes and you knew something was up with that man. Blood red irises with a strange black symbol encircling the pupil made a shiver run down the man's back. They both wore the same outfit. Black with red clouds sporadically placed on the cloak. These men were dangerous, he knew that much. The shorter one pocketed the vial.
"Uhh…"
He watched as his precious merchandise was gone from sight. He wasn't going to just do this for nothing! His arm outstretched and he waved his fingers in a beckoning movement. Money, he wanted his money. The blood red eyes of the shorter man stared at his hand before looking back at him.
"Kisame, will you give the pharmacist his payment."
Said person smiled wickedly, his pointed teeth shining in the low light of the room. Finally, his sword would be happy. A strange chattering sound could be heard from the large item placed on Kisame's back. The pharmacist regretted his action. He should have just let them take the vial and be done with it.
"No! Please, don't!"
He cried out in anguish. The red eyed man turned and started to walk out of his store. The man named Kisame however brandished his strange sword. The bandages falling from around it and the chattering becoming louder.
"No! Nooooo!"
The sound of Kisame's sword coming to life was a sickly sound. Itachi had no need to stay and watch. He turned his back and exited the building. The sweet rustic smell of blood reached his nose even before the door closed. The sound of blood splattering made the hairs on his neck rise. He had killed before, don't get him wrong. But that doesn't mean he reveled in the moment like his partner did. When the deed had been finished his large companion emerged from the house, wrapping his sword in the white bandages once more. Kisame bore a large smile upon his face, happy from his killing.
"So, will that stuff work on the girl?"
The gravelly voice of his companion asked, his eyes trained on the spot that the vial was currently hiding in. Itachi's hand disappeared into his cloak and brought it back out. He turned it around in his hand. Such a delicate little thing. It was the only known serum that would make her talk, and they needed information, now. A little white sticker was taped to the side of the vial with back markings. Itachi squinted, trying to read it.
Sodium Amobarbital
WARNING: May cause nausea, thirst, hunger, drowsiness, blurred vision, anxiety, aggression, visual and hearing hallucinations, and increased sexual drive.
Itachi stared at the last side effect. Increased sexual drive? That was interesting. Either way, the drug was one of the most potent truth serums and he really had no more time to try and track down a different one. This would have to do. Quickly he pocketed it back into his cloak.
"Let's go."
And with that note, they were gone, leaving the scene of their crime.
Sakura started to come back to consciousness. What had happened? Where were Naruto and Kakashi? Why did her head hurt so much? The sound of water dripping into a puddle could be heard from a corner somewhere. She tried to move, but her hands were shackled to the ground. There was a little bit of leeway, enough to move her hands up to her face and wipe a sticky substance that was sticking to her temple. When she brought her hand back down she noticed it was blood. Dammit! What had hit her, or better question, who? She tried to activate her chakra to heal her wound, but nothing happened. Aside from her head wound she felt perfectly normal, so why the hell wasn't her chakra working? Her breathing started to increase as she realized she was someone's captive. A deep and dark chuckle could be heard. Where was it coming from? She tried to look around the dimly lit room she was in. There! In the corner of the room was a tall figure. They were leaning against the wall in a comfortable manner. Then his eyes opened, magenta irises glowing in the dark.
"Nice try sweetheart, but you won't have your precious chakra here. See that?"
A finger whipped out towards the ground and she looked. A strange circle had been drawn around her with what looked like some sort of star in the middle. She touched the lines. They were sticky, like they had just been painted. But wait, this wasn't paint. Sakura almost lost her stomach contents when she noticed it was blood.
"Ku ku ku! That's right! It's a chakra seal."
The man pushed himself away from the wall and started to walk towards her. She tried to back away, but her restraints only allowed her so much room. Her heart was pounding, wondering who this man was and what he wanted with her. Then he came closer to the small amount of light that was pouring into the room from the door that she could see his face. Grey hair was slicked back against his head, but he didn't look old enough to have grey hair. His magenta eyes peered down at her like she was a meal. A clink could be heard as he brought forth a three pronged scythe. A chill ran down her spine.
"What a delicate little prize you are!"
His pink tongue slipped from his lips to lick them. Sakura felt a cold chill run down her whole body. This man was sick, in more ways than one! She tried to scream out, but her scream was muffled by a cloth that she just noticed was around her mouth. He chuckled once more, leaning down and cupping her chin in his cold hand. She could smell blood upon him. Was it his blood? She didn't want to think about that right now.
"Why don't we have a little fun before—"
"Hidan."
Another voice broke off Hidan's sentence. He turned to see another man standing in the doorway. Blood red eyes stared him down. Quickly Hidan let go of the girl, straightening himself up and trying to look menacing to the other man.
"What the hell do you want? Can't you see I'm busy here?
He pointed down towards the girl and she gave him a disgusted look in return wanting to rip his head off.
"Leave the prisoner alone."
"Fuck off, Itachi! I never get to have fun!"
Itachi? Sakura's eyes widened in disbelief as she tried to make out the older Uchiha's form in the doorway. He started to make his way into the room, a glare in his eyes as he stared down the one known as Hidan.
"You don't scare me, asshole!"
Hidan spat the words out at the Uchiha, clearly standing his ground. Before she knew what was going on, a deafening shriek erupted from Hidan's throat as he fell to his knees. There was no kunai or sword sticking out of his body, but his eyes were wide, pupils dilated. She looked towards Itachi who had a blank look upon his face. As quick as it had happened, it was over. Hidan hit the floor with a thud breathing heavily.
"F-fuck…you…"
He croaked out as he picked up his scythe and stumbled out of the room. Sakura watched as he disappeared from the room, quickly turning her gaze upon Itachi. Now he was staring her down and she could feel goose bumps rise upon her skin. She wished he would say something, anything! The awkward silence was killing her. He took a step towards her and bent down. Those eyes…the Sharingan eyes. They were just like Sasuke's. Except when she stared into Itachi's eyes all she felt was death and fear. They scanned her, taking particular notice at the gash near her temple. He then reached down and unshackled her bindings and took hold of her wrists. His hands were warmer than Hidan's, but she still didn't like the feeling of him touching her, but she had no choice really. She stood as he did, following him as they walked out of the room. The blinding light hit her eyes as soon as she was out. She could hear the buzzing of the light fixtures above her. Everything was so damp and lifeless around her. They passed a few more doors, turning and walking into a large room with several people inside. All of Akatsuki were present. Her heart stopped.
"Hurry up Itachi, I have better things to do than sit here all day, hmm!"
A male spoke up. He sounded young, probably close to her age. Sakura took a look over towards him. He was sitting in a chair with his leg crossed over the other. His expression was that of boredom, but his piercingly bright blue eyes held something else as he checked her out. Wonder? Excitement? Then his lips quirked into a smile and she had to look away. She was then deposited into a chair, her hands being brought behind her and tied once more.
"Did you bring the serum, Itachi?"
A deep voice asked. Itachi pulled out a vial from his cloak and held it out in his hand. A dark figure emerged practically out of nowhere. The man was strange looking, Sakura thought. Bright orange hair, strange pale eyes, and piercings covering a large portion of his face. He walked towards Itachi and took the item out of his hand. A syringe was brought out from his cloak and he poked the needle into the vial, extracting a small amount of the liquid, then he turned towards Sakura. What was that stuff? It was a clear color so it could be anything! She tried to go through her mind, thinking back to her training as a medic nin. But she couldn't think straight, he was getting closer to her. She started to panic and tried to pull her hands from the bindings.
"Kisame, undo her bindings and hold her still.
The orange haired male requested. Kisame came up towards her, giving her a toothy grin as he produced a kunai and cut the rope around her wrists. He then wrapped his large arms around her torso and held her up. He was a large man and her legs dangled below her. The man with the syringe came towards her and grasped her forearm.
"Mmmmmmmm!"
She cried out into the cloth around her mouth. Asking for any kind of help here was a stupid wish. She was doomed to whatever was in that vial. But wait, she still had use of her legs. She lashed out at the man with her legs, growling in her throat. The man stopped as he witnessed her antics.
"Itachi, grab her legs."
The Uchiha reached out for her legs and she sent a quick kick his way, glaring daggers at him.
"What a feisty one, hmm."
"Back off you ponytail freak, I had my eyes on her first!"
Deidara and Hidan grumbled in the background, distracting Sakura for a second. It was all Itachi needed to grab hold of her legs. She screamed out once more, but to no avail. Tightness could be felt as the needle dug itself into the crook of her arm. The cool liquid seeped into her veins and a single teardrop escaped Sakura's eye. This was it. She was probably going to die, but she wasn't going to go down weak. She raised her head to the man with orange hair, giving him the darkest glare she could muster. He stared back with those pale eyes. Fingers trailed across her cheek as they pulled down the cloth.
"Mark my words, if I don't get the victory of tearing you apart myself just know that Naruto will. You can't defeat him; he will kill you after what you have done here."
Her words were dark, filled with so much malice. He said nothing, just stared into her eyes.
"The serum will take about three hours to start working. Place her back into the cell."
Itachi let go of her legs and nodded towards Kisame. She quickly started to kick out once more, trying to get a jab at anyone that got within range. She screamed out as she squirmed in the large blue man's arms. It was no use; she was as good as dead.