A/N: This is a plot bunny that slapped me from the middle of nowhere...so I hope that all you read enjoy it. This is dedicated to all the Kaka/Saku fans out there who refuse to stand in the shadows, those who loudly declare their addiction for this couple! It is to all of you that I dedicate this fic.
There will be language, adult situations and behaviors, possible lemon in the next chapter, and who knows what else. Currently, for safety's sake, and so I won't have to change the rating later...I'm putting this as mature for now.
This is AU, obviously the pairing is Kaka/Saku and the setting is not in Konoha, it is in a city, very modern of a name that I've pulled out of the air. Kakashi is not currently a ninja, but a bodyguard, but he's been something harder, harsher in his past that has yet to be revealed to only four to five people. Sakura, is a filthy rich heiress who harbors secrets of her own. I just wanted to let you guys in on this much due to the big difference in setting and time period. That, and more than likely they'll all be OOC, that's my only warning. :)
Disclaimer: Naruto and company aren't mine, although I wished they were. I could handle some Kakashi and Genma! ;)
Shadowed Guardian
by Nlightnd
"Can you explain this to me?"
A furious, muscularly- built man with dark, brown hair tied back with a leather thong; dressed in an expensive business suit questioned, as he slammed his fist against his desk. "I want to know how a mere slip of a girl managed to get past all seven of you?"
Gesturing at them, "You who were trained by the best in the business! Her, she has no experience in this field yet she bested all of you! How is that? Any explanations? Excuses?" His eyes a flaming furor as he stared down each employee in front of him.
The head guard stepped forward. "Sir, there are no explanations or excuses. We failed and we're very sorry!" Bowing at his waist, "All of us humbly beg your forgiveness!" Then he straightened back up waiting to hear from his angry employer.
"Get out there and find her! No excuses. Should you fail this time, you'll suffer for your incompetence! Now go!"
Pointing at the door, his temper urged them to make a quick exit, which all of them hastily took advantage of.
"Damn idiots!" Picking up his desk phone, his secretary, Mito Haishi, answered right away. "Mito, call Hatake and Shiranui. Have them here asap, and call me when they arrive."
Slamming the inanimate object back into it's cradle, his thoughts turned blacker as they wandered to his adopted daughter and her currently missing presence. He'd like to wrap his large hands around her slim throat, choking her until no life was left in her body.
Why couldn't she be the obedient type? And why did she keep running away? The young woman lived in the lap of luxury, so what else could her heart desire? All of these questions and more were waiting to be asked, and Dasei Hanto was ready to ask them all.
Reaching into his top desk drawer he pulled out a cigarette, lighting it and brought the thin object to his lips; taking a slow draw, inhaling the comforting nicotine. There. That was a little better. When his backup arrived, he'd show her not to screw with him. Ever. He was tired of playing her games. Now she'd play his.
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Long, slim legs pumping hard and fast, Sakura ran as fast as her legs could carry her. The moment they felt too tired, she summoned up the will to push on, even harder than before. The pink haired girl didn't relish the thought of being caught again. She despised every male in her adopted father's employ. They were all bastards. Money hungry, lusting, arrogant bastards, that's what they all were!
Every chance Sakura got, she defied them all. Making quite a name for herself, she'd escaped no telling how many times, secretly beaten up almost as many men as she'd escaped, but by now, she'd lost the correct tally of both.
Slowing down, she stopped, leaning against a building in an alley way. Blowing out a breath, "Whew! Seems I lost 'em! I'm just too good and too fast!" Smirking she thought aloud, "Looks like they'll have to drop their donuts and fifty pounds to keep up with me!" Her laughter rang out between the buildings; projecting her voice further away from the streets.
Grateful that she'd listened to her inner voice, for once, about her outfit tonight, the young woman, heaving for breath, took a moment to thank herself. For this evening, she wore jeans that clung in all the right places, emphasizing her small waist and long legs. To accompany the denim pants, she also wore a light green spaghetti strap shirt with a blue jean jacket and tennis shoes.
"Better go before the wrong kind of company finds me." Pushing her lithe, small body off the wall, the escapee calmly walked away from the alley's dark confines, and toward the welcoming lights of the noisy streets to which she was accustomed.
A pair of dark eyes observed her as she left. Retrieving his cell, he hit a number on speed dial and the other party picked up immediately. "It's me. Yeah, I got her." Pausing he listened carefully to the voice on the other end. "Sure. She'll be an easy tail, hell, she has no clue about being cautious, being followed or being quiet. She thinks she's outsmarted them all, and no, the girl has no idea about us." Another pause. "No, she won't know. At least not until we bring her back."
Walking as he talked softly, the brown haired man, aggravatedly sighed. "What the fuck?! Am I stupid? Do I look stupid to you?"
Apparently the party on the other end made a smart remark causing the man following Sakura to hiss, "Piss off! You are such a pain in my ass, you know that?" His eyes cautiously watched the young woman, and purposefully keeping his voice low, "Look, man, I gotta go. Don't want to appear suspicious, now do I? Okay, be back when I've got her. Later."
Folding his phone, his call promptly ended after being closed. His concentration needed to be on Sakura anyway, not talking to his friend.
Sakura felt that she was being followed, but she chanced a glance behind her and all she saw was a normal appearing man in jeans, blue dress shirt and black leather jacket.
While on the phone, his voice drifted her way, but she never could make out the words. Sakura unconsciously wondered who he was talking to. At times, his voice alternated between friendly and sexy to downright pissed. Regardless, he was still a walking packing of manly hotness, she mused. But still, physically, he wasn't her type.
"Finally." Opening the door to her favorite club/place of employment, Sakura entered the musically, rocking walls of Yamanaka's, which also her best friend's family owned.
Spotting her friend and coworker, Ino Yamanaka, Sakura lifted a small hand, waving delicately at the beautiful blond bartender/waitress. "Ino!"
"Sakura!" Ino wore her waist long blond locks in a tight ponytail that gently fell down her back in waves. It was her pride. One of her failings. She'd always been vain in that respect.
"Sakura, glad you're here. So whatcha up to?"
"Oh, nothing. I was just bored and took a walk." Inwardly holding her breath, Sakura hoped Ino believed her.
"No offense, Sakura, but...bullshit! I've never known you to come in here on your night off because you were bored! You've been in when you had a date, or when you had plans with me, Temari, Tenten and Hinata, but never because you were bored! So what gives?"
Sakura spun in a circle slowly, wanting to see if she had been tailed. The last thing she needed was some lackey spotting her and calling her father; alerting him to her whereabouts! Carefully allowing her eyes to roam over the roam, she seemed satisfied. No one. Not yet. Grabbing Ino's hand, "I need to talk to you. Now!"
Ino saw the worry in her friend's eyes. She could almost say that Sakura looked haunted and hunted. Whatever it was...it must be big! Waving another bartender over she informed him she was taking a short break and would be back shortly.
Quickly, the two females headed upstairs to the Yamanaka's private quarters where there'd be no disturbances. In the main office located upstairs overlooking the whole establishment, there was a huge one way mirror towards the back. This had been installed for a couple of good reasons. One, if a violent fight broke out, they could observe who the perpetrator was, banning him forever. Secondly, if anyone rushed into the club to harm any of Ino's family, they could see them coming and haul ass out of the club, thereby escaping danger.
Sakura and Ino sat down on the plush, black suede couch in front of the fore mentioned mirror. "Ino, where's your family tonight?" The green eyed girl tossed her pink hair around as she looked for Ino's parents. The last people she wanted to hear her news and get involved were her best friends parents. They'd always been like her surrogate mother and father, and they'd act as thus once her upsetting news were brought to life.
Waving her hand in careless dismissal, "They're at the movies. My parents wanted to "reconnect" as they put it. Personally, in my humble opinion, they want to be alone, and then get laid. I'm telling you, Sakura, I hope when I'm their age that me and my husband can still gets ours like my parents get theirs. But, " her eyes fixing on the green eyed stare of her friend, "we didn't come here to discuss my parents and their sex life, so what's going on, Sakura?"
"I almost don't know where to begin!" Slapping her hand against her forehead, "I'm so confused, Ino. My life's turning upside down and inside out! I just don't know where to start!"
"How about at the beginning? I've always heard that's the best place to start for a story." The blond leaned over patting her friend in reassurance. "I know it's never easy, but I'm here to listen and help you. So get talking!"
Nervously, Sakura giggled at Ino's slight show of domineering attitude. "How does Shikamaru put up with you?"
"He's lucky and he knows it." Blue eyes flashed with teasing mirth. "Now, we'll be here as long as it takes to get this damned story out of you. Whenever you're ready." Crossing her thin, but strong arms, Ino dragged out intimidating glare. "Hurry up, I'm waiting, and you know I'm not the patient type."
Sakura breathed in, her breath hitching slightly with her remembrance of the reason she ran. Relaxing her body, and her clenched fists, she opened her mouth and began her story.
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Already positioned in the bar, the brunette who'd been following Sakura, ordered a drink from a gorgeous blond waitress who wore a condescending expression. Automatically, his thoughts ran to the sexual nature of things and how he'd like to be buried tightly inside of her while feeding his baser needs.
The girl, clothed in a skimpy skirt that ended halfway up her toned thighs, she wore a pink halter top and two inch black combat boots. It was rather obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra as her nipples were revealed somewhat through the thin material.
All he could think was, 'Tap me for a good time.' And he surely intended to do just that.
She broke his thoughts by asking him about a drink.
"Huh?" Her voice had instantly severed his lustful thoughts. At least for the time being.
"Want a drink?"
"If it includes you." The remark popped out before he could stop it. The words had just slipped out without permission.
"Yeah, right, like that'll ever happen." Leaning down so close to him that the tops of her breasts were showing, she whispered seductively, "Besides, I don't think you could really handle a woman like me!"
"Any night, any time, anyplace, you want. I'll drive you crazy with the entire package." He smirked in her direction as he hand wondered up her skirt to lightly play with her upper thigh. Gently he rubbed her leg, and his nimble fingers moved higher to tease unveiled planes of femininity. He smiled as a gasp slipped from her pink lips.
God, what was he doing? And in a crowded bar of all places! The man must have no shame, but then again, neither did she. "Alright, I'll give you a chance to prove yourself. Only one chance,"she replied holding up her index finger in agreement with her words.
"When and where?" His brown eyes stared lasciviously at her barely clad form.
Pulling a pad from her skirt, she hastily scribbled some information down and handed it to him. "Nine pm, and don't be late." She took a few steps and he called her attention back to him.
"Hey, what's your name? Don't I get that much until then?"
Scoffing over her delicate shoulder, "Name's Temari, don't forget it. Cuz you'll be screaming it all night long. If I'm pleased, that is."
"Fair enough. Name's Genma. You'd do well to remember it as well, for you'll be moaning and screaming it until the day you die."
"A little cocky aren't you?" She couldn't believe the nerve of this man. He either was incredibly blessed or he possessed absolute knowledge on how to rock the motion of the ocean.
"Not when I've earned it. Besides, it's not cockiness speaking...talent speaks for itself. By the way, could I have a beer please?" Sending her a look that screamed desire and passion, he about fell from his seat as she crept closer to him.
Abruptly, her tongue flicked out caressing his ear. "Sure. But I can tell you exactly where to put it, if you piss me off. I'm not the type to bow before any man, so if you believe you can treat me like a humble, second-class citizen, that beer bottle will be shoved so far up your ass you'd need surgery to dig it out."
Continuing, she said, "Now that we have that out of that way...I can't wait to try you on for size. I think it might be..." her smoldering gaze stared at Genma's crotch as she licked her lips, moistening them, "interesting in more ways than one."
Walking off, she left him without another word.
Genma was stunned. Never had a female spoken to him like that, nor had one ever come on to him in that manner. This Temari was a bold, female creature. But it was an attribute that really turned him on. He found it hard to endure the sad, whimpering, fawning types. Their clingy ways pissed him off and made him avoid them at all cost. Man, that beer was sounding really good right about now.
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"You're kidding right?! Who the hell does he think he is?" Furiously, Ino's head bobbed with her exclamations. "That's fucked up, Sakura! We are out of the dark, middle ages, you know. I thought that practice went out when the feminist movement arrived. What an asshole!"
"I agree. I'm so angry and hurt, Ino! We've always had an easygoing father-daughter relationship, but now..." Her words fell off as she contemplated what her adopted father had done. He'd sold her body and soul to the highest bidder without asking what she thought about the entire matter. What was she to do now?
"What an archaic sonofabitch! He's certainly on my shit list now! So who's the unlucky guy?"
Insulted, Sakura's head snapped up, eyes blazing,"Just what the hell do you mean by that?!"
"I don't mean anything towards you, Sakura. You're my best friend, after all, more like a sister. The guy's unlucky, well, because when Tenten, Temari and I are done with him, I'm sure he'll rescind all offers and forget the whole deal!"
"Oh, shit, Ino. You don't know who you're gonna be messing with!" She was worried. Ino could be tiresome and aggravating, but when she got together with Tenten and Temari, the femme fatale threesome could be downright ruthless!
Snorting, the blond jumped to her feet, "Like I care. They're screwing with my best friend. And anyone who messes with you...messes with me."
Tears welled in Sakura's eyes at her friend's staunch speech and defense of her. Ino always fiercely defended her friends no matter the cost. "You just don't know."
"Who is it, Sakura? Who's making you cry? I'll beat them to hell and back for making you cry!" Ino persisted in her inquiry of the persons responsible, and finally Sakura gave up and talked.
"Uchiha. Sasuke Uchiha."
"You're kidding right?" Ino snorted disbelievingly. Surely not him. If so, she could help Sakura, no problems.
"No. I'm not kidding, I wish I were, but I'm not." Standing up to join Ino, she whispered, "I'm miserable, Ino. I just don't know what to do."
"I got your back. Sasuke's a cold, heartless bastard. He's as bad as his older brother, Itachi. They're both two of the biggest bastards you'll ever meet." In remembrance, her eyes drifted shut, "He's got a set of lips on him though, and he can work it in bed."
"Ino!" Sakura was astounded and shocked at her friend. "You never told me that!"
Shrugging, the blond replied, "I thought I did. Thing is, one night, Temari and I went to another upscale club in town. That's where we met the Uchiha brothers. All four of us got drunk, went back to their place and screwed like bunnies. Yeah, but that wasn't all."
"Ino, what the hell did you and Temari do?"
"For one thing, they'll never forget us! They even called us their little wild cats!" Ino laughed as she remembered the name. "After I was done with Sasuke, Temari and I switched. She took on Sasuke and I took Itachi. Then when that was done...we had a foursome which was rather exciting and different."
Smirking, Ino bit her lip trying to keep from laughing. "Temari and I in our drunken, sexed-up haze used a fingernail to carve our names over their left hips. Therefore, they'll never forget us!" Blue eyes sparkled as she recounted the tale to her dearest friend.
Mouth hanging wide open, Sakura, astonished, lightly punched her in the arm. "Ino, you slut. You had sex with both Uchiha brothers?"
"Hell, yeah! Almost the best I've ever had!" She nodded, ponytail swinging over her left shoulder.
"Who's the best?"
"Shikamaru hands down. He can be gentle or fierce in bed, driving me to craziness. He looks and sounds lazy as hell, but that doesn't exist when we're in bed."
"Is there anything else you've been keeping from me?" Green eyes pleaded with blue ones to relinquish all hidden secrets, if they still existed.
"Don't think so."
Both girls fell into quietness, unsure what else to say, so Ino held Sakura as she indulged a fresh batch of tears.
Observing every individual that came into Yamanaka's, Genma wasn't surprised when two goons walked in, obviously belonging to Sakura's father. Dressed in expensive black suits, black shades with earpieces attached firmly to the back of their ears. "Shit."
Flipping open his phone, he pressed one and then send. Ringing several times, the person at the other end finally answered. "Yo, man. Got trouble here. Hanto sent his fucking idiot squad, and they're here."
Listening to what was being said on the other end, Genma nodded his head agreeing to the instructions. "Yeah, but Sakura's upstairs with Ino. How the hell should I know? They might be getting it on or talking about shit, I don't know." Pausing again to listen, exasperated, he hissed, "Fine! I'll go retrieve her, just get your ass down here!"
Closing his phone, he sighed heavily. Genma had a bad feeling that this operation would turn to shit thanks to those damn morons showing up. Rising from his seat, he threw down a twenty on the table for his gorgeous waitress. Heading towards the stairs that both female subjects had climbed, disappearing from everyone's sight, he was instantly stopped by a thick, muscular bouncer.
"Where are you going?"
"Wherever I want to, pal. Get your hand off me!"
The two suddenly locked glances and Genma threw a punch and the scuffle took off from there. Chaos took over the club as the bouncer and Genma fought, punching, ducking and kicking their way around the floor.
Hearing a ruckus emanating from the dance floor, Ino released Sakura. "Oh, hell no! Fight!" Her blue eyes without warning caught sight of the two men sent by Sakura's father. Blue eyes wide, she yelled, "Sakura, you gotta run! Go! Two of your dad's pricks are here in the club!"
Hearing those words, Sakura froze, but then something inside broke and she ran like hell out the door and down the steps. Mentally crossing her fingers, she hoped the two wouldn't spot her, and as her foot pushed her body from the last step, she realized her wish was futile.
They'd already seen her and were making their way to her.
"Sakura!"
Looking back up the metal stairs, she saw Ino frantically pointing towards the fire escape door. "Go...alley way...you're only way...run!"
Most of Ino's words were lost in the verbal shouts and cacophony. But their meaning struck home. Just as she was about to run, a meaty hand firmly grasped her wrist.
"You're coming with us, Sakura, no tricks. We'll use force if we must." He pushed his jack aside to reveal his firearm. "Now, we can make this easy or hard, it's your choice. Which is it gonna be?"
Abruptly, a foot flew by her face nailing the guard's chest. "We'll take it the hard way you no-class sonofabitch!" Shoving Sakura towards the exit, "Run, I'll take care of these guys! I didn't get a third degree black belt for nothing!" Her eyes twinkled at the thought of beating the life out of these idiots!
Sakura glanced at Ino and mouthed the words, thank you, then turned swiftly on her heels, pink hair flying as she ran. Approaching the door, she turned to see that no one was following her and her shaking hands pushed on the silver bar, pushing the door open; allowing her to escape to precious freedom. But freedom was short lived. Very short lived.
After her frenzied escape, she ran straight into a hard, well-built, extremely defined chest. The force with which she slammed into him caused her to lose all balance, and she fell.
Expecting to hit hard asphalt, the young woman closed her eyes, preparing herself for a hard landing. Her fall was halted, and she felt her body hanging in air. Opening her eyes slowly, she saw that her rescuer held her by her upper arms, his grip gentle, but tight.
Frightened eyes took in black combat boots, dark jeans that caused a certain part of his anatomy to stand out, while flattering his lean hips and muscular thighs. Her gaze moving upward, a tight black tee shirt covered perfect abs and a chest that was begging her to reach out and touch.
Moving her eyes ever upward, she wanted to see the face of her white knight, only he was dressed completely in black. Ironic, wasn't it? Wanting desperately to see his face, she finally forced herself to look at him. Damn. The man was wearing a black mask, with a handkerchief, or something like it, draped over his left eye. Who was this man? Her question would remain unanswered for now.
"Where are you going, princess?" His tone, low and carefree, so sexy, but his calling her a princess grated on her, pissed her off.
She was no one's princess! She belonged to no one! She'd show him."Wherever I want. And for your info, I'm not a fucking princess! So back off, I can take care of myself!"
"Is that why your friend, Ino, had to help you out back there?"
She had turned, walking away, but quickly ceased her steps with his inquiry. He had to have been in there. How else would he have known about Ino and what transpired?
"I-I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Sure you do, Sakura."
Her eyes widened in absolute fear. He knew her name. This man had to have been sent by her father, surely. It was for certain that she'd never met him before or she would've remembered. She would certainly have remembered a build like his, or a voice like his. Teasing, seductive.
"There's more to you than meets the eye. Your father and his boys may not see it, but you're so much more than you pretend to be." Reaching up with a black glove that bared his knuckles down to his fingers, he brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
Flinching at his touch, she slapped his hand away, afraid of what he'd do to her. Guys like him were incredibly dangerous, and they were always aware of how they affected the female population. This man before her wore his power silently, it filled his taut muscles, and resided in his eye as he stared at her, backing her steadily against a brick wall.
Speaking to her in an authoritative tone, "You're coming with me, Sakura, whether you like it or not. There are no choices, no other options. Now let's go! You've worried your father enough."
Grasping her thin, delicate wrist in his much larger hand, his one, black eye, the only one revealed to her as the other was covered, "Don't fight me. It will cause nothing but anger, pain and regret." He sounded so sure of himself, like he'd experienced this before with someone else.
Allowing her fury to build, she hissed, "Go to hell and take my father with you!" She struggled in his ever tightening grip. Jade eyes burned with a righteous fury, an anger that matched his own. "Let me go!"
"Nope. Can't do it, your my job, after all."
"Selfish bastard!"
His eyebrow quirked up in disbelief. He couldn't believe she'd said that. "Selfish? Me, selfish?" His voice grew colder. "And what of you, princess? This continuous running away and getting into trouble, wouldn't you say that's selfish? Or is it your nature?"
Enraged, Sakura caught him off guard. Shoving him hard, she swung her foot hitting him in the balls and then hitting him in the chest. "You, you fucking money-whore! You know nothing about me!" Eyes filling with tears that slowly dripped down her stricken face. "And you know nothing about my life or what they're going to do to me. To hell with all of you!"
She turned to run, but he'd caught her by her arm again. Damn, she thought. Did the man have balls of iron or rubber? Her kick hadn't phased him in the least, nor did her punch. Struggling ferociously in his hold, pink hair swaying with the force she exerted, "Let me go, now! Let me go!"
"I'm sorry, Sakura. But I have a job, and my duty is to see my job through. That's all I've ever known. One day you'll understand, but until then, I apologize for my upcoming course of actions."
Pulling down his mask, flipping up his eye patch, he revealed to her why he wore it. There, in his left eye was a ..Sharingan!
She watched as the black dots around the iris swirled into motion. Fighting it's pressing effects, she struggled to maintain her hold on sanity and the real world, but alas, the strain took its toll. Eventually, moments later, Sakura surrendered her will to the man who held tightly to her upper arm.
Whispering, she asked him, "What is your name? I wish to know the man's name who screwed me over and betrayed me for mere money."
Forcing his voice to stay neutral, he replied to her, "Kakashi. Kakashi Hatake."
Her will given over to him, Sakura murmured, "One day, Hatake, I'm going to kick your ass for this!" Her eyes grew incredibly heavy until she couldn't keep them open an instant longer. Falling forward, she collapsed into her betrayer's arms.
Still holding tightly to her, he opened his cell phone, pressing speed dial. "Yeah, I've got her. Let's head back."
Turning his attention to the pink haired girl in his arms, he sighed, barely speaking loud enough to be heard, "I'm truly sorry, Sakura. One day I hope you'll forgive me."
Swinging her into his arms bridal style, he smiled as a black Hummer stopped at the mouth of the alley. Opening the backseat door, he carefully placed her inside, scooting her over so he could sit beside her. Closing the door, he ensured they were both safely buckled in and the Hummer took off, back to the place of Sakura's imprisonment. Back to her life of hell.
A/N: ok..that's it for now...I don't think I ever stated their ages in this fic, not that it really matters, but Sakura's 20 and Kakashi's 34. Now, if you'll just leave me a review to let me know how I'm doing...it'd be gratefully appreciated:)