Hey everyone! This is my first story! I was thinking that I wanted it to be a One Shot but maybe if I get reviews telling me to continue, I'll most likely put up another chapter. I already have the scene and everything!! haha! Well hope you like it! Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto...the plot however, I do. MWAHAHA!! Chapter One
The three sound nin waited as the hooded stranger strode through the corridors, finally reaching a pair of large, elegant, jade-encrusted double doors. The stranger stopped in front of the grand entryway and grinned, "Finally…", and opened the door on the left. The stranger took a few steps into the room and stopped when the three nins shifted around to look at their visitor. It was awkwardly silent as they scowled at the stranger and the stranger grinned back from under his hood.
"What purpose do you have coming here?" The one on the left stated. The stranger recognized him from days when they were still genin. Kabuto Yakushi, the stranger began to think to himself.
"…"
"Well?"
The stranger grinned wider and started to chuckle, "I have come to ask if I may serve as Orochimaru-sama's apprentice."
Two of the nin froze as they heard the strangers voice.
"Ku kukuku…you are very daring, coming here on your own…and to ask for apprentice-ship…you are a brave young girl…" the long haired one in the middle praised.
"Thank yo-", the girl was interrupted.
"Sakura, ga?" This time it was the one on the right to speak.
"Look's like I got found out," she stated as she lowered her hood to reveal short pink locks and emerald green eyes. She kept the same grin on her face as she spoke, "Sorry to intrude like this, but it seemed this was the only appropriate place to go."
"What do you mean by 'only appropriate place to go'….What's the real reason you're here?" The raven haired nin on the right spoke again.
"Now, now…let's not waste time asking questions that were already answered." He frowned even further at her snide remark.
"Alright then, answer us this. Why did you leave Konoha?" Kabuto chimed in.
She looked at the white haired, medic-nin and started to reply, "Well, I don't believe it's any of your buisi-" and got cut off by the nin on the right again.
"Answer the question!"
Without moving she shifted her gaze to man on the right. Then her grin grew even wider. "Ooh, is someone getting a little…testy?" He narrowed his eyes into near-slits.
"Tell us.", he threatened.
"Alright then," she paused, " to put it simply, let's just say…heh…that dead weight is never wanted." The chill in her voice, that seemed to hang over the words "dead weight", left the air in the room with a tense crackel of electricity. As she spoke, she stepped closer and closer to the spikey haired nin, until she was about a foot away from his face.
She put on a fake expression of sadness and continued, "Come now, you of all people should know how it feels.." she slowly inched closer and her voice got quieter but was still heard by the other silent two in the room, "…pain…suffering……loneliness," his expression shifted to pure anger as her face shifted back to it's grin, "..betrayal." He finally snapped and sent her flying across the room with a single punch.
"Now Sasuke-kun, that's no way to treat our guests." Orochimaru stated amusedly.
Sakura slowly got up staring at Sasuke with amusement in her eyes, she wiped the blood away from her mouth with the back of her hand and returned the grin back to it's ill-suiting position. Then, her face contorted into an evil excitement and she disappered. BANG! She had Sasuke pinned to opposite wall, and she had made it look easy. Her right forearm up across his throat and her hand gripping the fabric on his left shoulder; her left hand holding a kunai aimed straight at his heart.
"Not so fun being the weak-link, is it…Sa-suke-kun." She taunted right in his face. He would have taken her out had Orochimaru not interfeared with-
"That's enough Sakura-chan, I'll take you as my apprentice. Now release Sasuke-kun. I still need him." Orochimaru stated with an eerily happy smirk.
It took a couple of seconds of glaring competition before she let him go; a little too aggressively and made a small cut on his bare chest.
"Something to remember me by." She whispered seductively in his ear. Something was wrong and he knew it. This was not the Sakura he knew, she wouldn't be so rude and she defiantly wouldn't be so bold. Something else happened that she's not telling, he thought.
"Kabuto-kun, show Sakura-chan her new room." Orochimaru looked at Sakura and Sasuke, "and I'll see you two tomorrow morning. You're all dismissed." With their dismissal they left to their rooms.
"Sakura-san, you're knew room will be across from Sasuke-kun's. There is a private bathroom in your room as well as fresh towels. There is a library just down the hall to the left, the first door to the right, that's where I will be most of the time. You will be called tomorrow morning by myself, or one of our servants and you will be escorted to the training grounds, after that you're on your own. If you have any questions, you can ask me anytime." Kabuto finished his speech just as they reached the rooms.
"Hai, arigotou Kabuto-san." She smiled a light smile, he smiled back and then poofed away leaving the former teammates to be left alone.
"Well," Sakura stretched lazily, "I'm kinda tired, I think I'm gonna go take a na-" she was almost inside her room before he interrupted her.
"Sakura."
"Hmm?"
"What did they say about you to make you act like this?" Sasuke asked, uncaringly.
A serious air engulfed the space around them. She hung her head so that her bangs were covering her eyes. "Nothing." She mumbled.
"You're lying."
Her head snapped up, rage in her eyes, "I said nothing, OKAY?...besides," she said looking away, "when have you ever cared about my life?"
"…"
"Just what I thought." She glared up at him, "You're so annoying." With that she turned on her heel and entered her room slamming the door shut in a remembering Uchiha's face. He was left wide-eyed before returning his normal stoic expression and entered his room.
Okay tell me what you think! Flames are welcome I suppose...but let's just call them "creative critisism" Well, Ja ne!