Disclaimer: we do not own Naruto.

Warning: mild alcohol abuse mature content.

Genre: romance lots of uncalled for extra-ness


Strangers at Sea

Chapter One: Assassin


- Sakura -

"Alright everybody – pay close attention!" Ino's eyes glittered with a familiar mischief that always preceded trouble.

A few knowing chuckles filled the dramatic pause.

I sighed and shook my head, but couldn't keep a minuscule smile from spreading on my lips. It was so typical of my best friend to dramatize these sorts of things.

Ino enthusiastically spoke into the mic, "The rules are as follows…"

I knew the rules by heart already. The game was Assassin and the rules were simple. Everyone had to attach a name tag to their backs; this would be their lifeline. The goal was to eliminate the other players by ripping off as many name tags as you could, while staying alive yourself. The winner was declared by the number of name tags they had left after the full hour, or the last one standing by default.

"If an attacker manages to grab your tag, they have the choice of either sending you to 'jail'—back to the ballroom," Ino clarified, "or keep you as a shield. Your job would be to basically protect them from other potential attackers."

Of course, it wouldn't be Ino without a twist in the rules.

"Last but not least, the theme is spy! You can wear whatever you want as long as it's black and stylish. Let's not dampen my wedding with fashion faux-pas," she sniffed.

"Is this girl for real?" Shikamaru half groaned, half whispered in my ear, and I stifled a giggle.

"It is Ino were talking about here," I sighed.

"I guess you're right," Shikamaru snorted, "I mean we're on a fucking boat. I'm this close to throwing up that sage-butter gnocchi."

"Weak stomach, eh Shika?" Naruto playfully nudged Shikamaru in the ribs, "I'm taking you out partner, no hard feelings."

"As much as I'd love to see you try, I'm sitting this one out," Shikamaru yawned.

As if sensing the rumblings of a rebellion, Ino's eyes zeroed in on our table.

"And EVERYONE MUST PARTICIPATE. Yoohoo! I'm looking at you, table 7! Shikamaru! And you too Sasuke!"

The aloof Uchiha, who up until this point was ignoring the conversation, took a swig of his beer and 'hnned' in annoyance.

"Of course there will be a prize! But what more…" Ino smiled devilishly, "All the winners and/or survivors have the choice of not participating in the Wedding Talent Show on the last day of the wedding cruise! Naturally, everyone is expected to showcase a talent to celebrate myself and my darling Hidan!"

I couldn't contain the snort bubbling at my throat from the faces made by the people at our table as well as the reactions from Hidan's A-list celebrity ring.

"Unbelievable…"

"Hn."

"Now you guys are really dead."


When AKATSUKI Entertainment had announced Hidan and Ino's engagement, for weeks on end, it had been the biggest piece of celebrity news on our channel. Our viewership had gone up 50% that week and phone calls tripled. A large percentage of my daily emails and letters had been death threats from local and international fans. I received brunt of the attack because I had been the one to report it.

I got a promotion and pats on the head. What I didn't get, however, was that transfer I wanted. While people congratulated me on my big break into 'serious news', I started to retreat into a shell. Celebrity news was the last thing that I thought I'd be doing at this point in my career. I had always wanted to be a serious reporter, a true investigative journalist. Not some bimbo social media junkie that jumped on every scandal just to stay relevant. But it was hard to get my superiors to take me seriously.

I blamed it on the pink hair.

It was even more humiliating because I hadn't even worked for the story—Ino was the one who told me to report it.

"It would be good for your career and I could finally give all these bitches a wakeup call", the blonde heiress had smirked.

Two birds with one stone.

Hidan was not short of a God in Tokyo. His fame exploded after being cast in the hit TV series "Breaker Boys" a couple years ago and since then, his fame had only climbed. When Ino had told me who she had been seeing for the first time, even I found it difficult to swallow. I worried it would complicate Ino's life for the worse. The Yamanakas were born and bred royalty, old money families that oozed tradition and commanded respect. In my mind, Ino was a modern day princess that needed to be protected from the gutters of society; the not-so-pleasantness of life. And although Ino and I were worlds apart and we often clashed due to the fact, we were childhood friends. Our bonds were beyond friendship, we were family.

Both Ino and Hidan's families sponsored the wedding, a two-week cruise, for their closest friends. The actual wedding ceremony would be on the last day where all other family, business partners, and family friends would attend. The purpose of the cruise was to get away from the scrutiny of the media eye and an excuse for a vacation with friends.

"A friendship honeymoon! Isn't that the cutest thing?"

"You and I have very different ideas of cute, Ino."

Ino frowned, "You'd come though."

"Oh gosh, Ino. I don't know if I'd be able to take work off," I had replied apologetically.

"That wouldn't be a problem and you know it," the blonde princess sniffed, looking hurt.

That much was true, the Yamanakas had a way of making sure they got their way. Making the world go round for them was a series of phone calls here and there.

"Ino…you know that's the last thing—"

"Yes, yes I know. You don't want me to use my influence, you want to work through your own power blah blah blah. But you're my maid of honor! I need you there. You know I simply can't do anything without you," she latched onto my arm and settled her head on my shoulder.

Guilt overtook shame.

In the end, my boss had practically thrown me a celebratory party at the news. The cruise would be off the media grid. In his mind I would be the only reporter with inside access to the wedding. And the cruise was not only Hidan's wedding but also a hotspot for Hidan's celebrity ring of friends. It would be the perfect opportunity to report scandals and the like.

"And if things go well," my boss had grinned, "we might even consider giving you more serious projects in the future. Maybe something outside the entertainment world, hm?"

The asshole at least knew how to motivate.

"Sakura! Watch out!"

Hinata's voice snapped me from my reverie.

A blur of violet speeding my way.

FACK.

I sprung from my crouch and started sprinting as fast as I could, away from whatever was pummeling straight for me.

I was conscientious that I was passing other players, but they all seemed occupied with their own targets and attackers.

I continued to run but skittered to a stop at a dead end.

God, I need to work on my cardio.

I turned, instinctively protecting the tag on my back, hoping that I would be able to stall long enough to plan an escape.

Or beg for my life.

My attacker slowed, and I widened my eyes. I recognized that face from TV. Konan Fugiwara.

Konan was a famous talk show host and while her content wasn't something that I was interested in, there were times when I envied her success. The Konan Show always hosted the top celebrities of the year. On top of her fame, she had the looks to rival any actress and I always wondered why she didn't go that route. I had met Konan briefly at a party that Hidan and Ino once hosted at their place, but that was the extent of our personal contact. I knew she had close ties to many of the celebrities here and even knew of our old high school gang through mutual friends.

So I didn't understand why her apricot eyes were emitting murderous intent. She was dressed in a slightly oversized t-shirt dress, cinched at the waist with a silver chain belt. Her legs were elongated by a pair of over-the-knee boots, flashing a couple inches of bare skin. An ambassador for Chanel, Konan was known to be a trendsetter among celebrities.

"Harunooo," the host crossed her arms, "So wonderful to see you."

The sarcasm laced in her words startled me. I took a step back and was pressed against the wall.

"Ah," I squeaked, "It's good to see—"

"Let's just get this over with. Hand over your taaaag, Bubblegum." She tucked a lilac strand of hair behind her ear before opening her palm towards me. For a fraction of a second, I saw her eyes glaze over and her feet shuffle side to side…almost as if she was…

Drunk?

I was still trying to process why this A-list celebrity was targeting me. Not only that, but she seemed angry at me for some reason. No part of me wanted to piss off the beautiful show host even more than I already had, but I was confused that I was in this situation in the first place.

I scanned my memory for anything that could have potentially offended her, but I drew a blank.

I don't think we even talked long enough for me to have said anything stupid…

Before I could string together a series of unintelligible words, a shadow came up behind her and ripped her tag off.

"Tch. I told you to stick with Naruto. It's literally been five minutes," Sasuke stepped out from behind the now stunned host.

GREAT. Now she will hate me forever.

"What. Is. Your. Deal?" Konan whirled on Sasuke, who side-stepped her smugly, making me want to hit him.

Could he not read da mood?

"Making you a bodyguard would only slow me down," Sasuke said dryly, giving Konan a once over, rolling her tag into his pocket, "You're clearly inebriated."

Yep. He's a sociopath.

Konan laughed out loud bitterly, then staggered, pinching the bridge of her nose, "An Uchiha induced headache. You are Itachi's blood, that's for sure. You guys share the pain in the ass syndrome."

Had to agree there.

We both watched the younger Uchiha walk off, waving without turning back.

"Sakura, if you don't want to find Naruto, I suggest you hide. That's your best chance," Sasuke called over his shoulder before turning the corner.

"I'm tellinggg 'tachiiii!" Konan slurred, then her eyes narrowed onto mine, "And you Sugar-gum-plum-fucking-princessss," she hissed, pointing a perfectly manicured index finger at me, "I'm gonna get you. You can't hide on this boat forever."

My body seized and I watched her stomp off mumbling something along the lines of 'I need a fucking drink', her lavender ponytail swinging side to side.

What the hell was that about?

"Sakura!" Hinata's voice broke me out of my temporary paralysis, "are you okay? This game is so scary," the Hyuga heiress sniffled.

"I'm fine," I said more to myself than to her, "We should probably find the rest of the gang. At this rate we're sitting ducks. Do you know where they are?"

Hinata jumped at the distant yelling echoing all over the boat, catching my arm.

"N-Naruto and Shikamaru were at each other's throats the last time I checked."

Ugh. Of course.

After high school, Naruto, Sasuke, and Shikmaru had all attended police academy and eventually undergone more specialized training as part of the S.W.A.T. team. Naruto and Shikamaru were partners the last I heard and Sasuke was doing some kind of detective work. The last thing I wanted to do was involved myself in their little testosterone feud.

"Everyone is taking this game WAY too seriously," I whined, remembering Konan's last words, "What about the girls?"

"Temari and Tenten…Neji got them." Hinata's voice trailed off.

I nodded gravely.

Looks like nobody wanted to be in that talent show.

Cautiously, we jogged back to the front of the deck, ducking every time we heard a voice. We had managed to make our way inside the boat without being seen and ran into the ship's library. I was caught off guard at how beautiful and elegant the library was and made a note to myself to come back to check out the books on deck.

"Well, well, well. What are two little duckies doing here all alone. Surely you didn't think this would be a good hiding place?"

A figure stood from behind a love couch, facing a large fireplace. Hinata squeaked in fear.

I recognized the model, Sasori, instantly. He turned, his trademark grin on his face. I knew Sasori well through the numerous romance scandals he had been in the past year. It seemed that every month he was lip-locking with an actress or model of some sort. I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

But it was the second figure that caught me off guard; seated and faced away from us. The raven haired actor set a glass of wine down on the table next to him and turned his head slightly in acknowledgement.

Uh, did these guys not know there was a game of life and death going on?

"Look, we don't want any trouble," I began, my voice an octave higher than I would have liked.

"The reporter. While I appreciate your station's dedication, your team has really made it difficult for a guy to live his life." Sasori's grin widened, and I felt my heart hammering against my chest.

"Whaddya think Itachi? Should we show these little duckies mercy?" Sasori smiled even wider.

Sasuke's older brother stood, facing me and Hinata. A side of his mouth crooked upwards. Beneath his initial amusement, something else simmered, something that reminded me of my encounter with Konan. Something darker. It made me uncomfortable and I instinctively shifted my gaze downward.

I knew of Itachi through Sasuke of course, and by the time we were freshman, Itachi was already a trainee at AKATSUKI Entertainment and was doing small roles by then. I met him a couple times, but they had always been brief and awkward. There was something about Itachi that had always kept me on my guard, something about his presence that made it difficult for me to completely relax with him. Maybe it had been the difference in age at the time. In highschool, six years did seem like a completely different stage of life. Itachi had always seemed like an adult to me.

No, there was something else...

A memory uprooted itself, wrestling into the front of my mind. Something about Itachi that I had forgotten.

Oh, right. That's why I could never look him properly in the eye.

I felt the blood rush to my face at the sudden memory that been scorched in my fourteen-year-old mind, Sasuke's house. Itachi's room. Sayuri, his girlfriend at the time. The wrong place at the wrong time. A door ajar.

"Tell how you want it."

"Harder, Itachi, I want you to... harder…"

Sayuri's moans.

"It's so good…"

"It's so good, what?"

"Sir, it's so good...sir."

Sayuri was bent over, her arms spread across the bed in front of her. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, releasing moans that filled the room. Itachi was behind her, his hair spilled over his bare chest. His hands gripping her hips...

Crimson eyes, filled with ecstasy, staring straight into mine...

As pieces of it flooded back, I shivered involuntarily.

Panic set in as the older Uchiha closed the space between us. I could feel Hinata shake.

"Haruno, Ms. Hyuga," Itachi finally spoke, "Enjoying the cruise so far?"

Shitshitshitshitshit.

"Yap!" I said too loudly, "So great seeing you again! We'll just be on our way-"

Before I could flinch, Itachi launched forward, grasped my arm, and pulled me into him in one quick motion.

Rrrrrrrrip.

In his other hand was my tag.

"Sakura!" Hinata made towards me, just as Sasori reached for hers.

In less than three seconds we had been killed.

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise as my murderer leaned into my ear. He was so close I could smell the sweet wine on his breath.

"I'm going to make you my body shield," Itachi chuckled darkly.


/ Konan /

Practically kicking down the entrance to the ballroom, or 'jail' as Hidan's soon-to-be wife called it, I found myself a seat at the empty bar. My buzz from this morning was already wearing off and after a messy encounter with that reporter—I needed a drink pronto.

"I'll have a vodka soda," I smiled cheekily at the bartender, "please."

He nodded once, turning to reach for a bottle of Belvedere. I let out a hefty sigh.

Ino and Hidan were nowhere to be seen, probably having the time of their lives watching everyone go at each other's throats (or backs).

I silently cursed Hidan for becoming absolutely whipped. The only reason I agreed to step foot on the same ship as that social-climbing reporter, was because I knew that no matter how ridiculous Ino and Hidan were; they belonged together. We all knew no matter how shallow they seemed, they were head over heels for one another. After receiving the invitation, I swallowed my pride and decided to pre-film a couple episodes of my show to free up my schedule. Hidan was a childhood friend of mine after all, and I wouldn't miss his wedding for some personal vendetta.

Plopping an extra lime wedge into my drink, I took a long sip. The taste of icy citrus greeted my tongue, things were already starting to feel less dreadful.

"What do you have against Sakura?"

I suppressed the urge to jump out of my seat at the sudden voice next to me. Through my peripherals, I recognized the younger Uchiha's signature dark locks. Crossing my legs, I took another sip of alcohol, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Mind your own business, Uchiha." I scoffed and gestured to the bartender for a refill.

I was surprised when he made no indication of leaving. In my experience, Uchihas didn't stick their nose in other people's private matters. Itachi never asked me anything about my personal life; a trait of his I quickly grew fond of. So when Sasuke sat down next to me and ordered a glass of water, I couldn't help but shift in my seat.

"I know a personal agenda when I see it," he leaned a forearm against the bar, gazing as the bartender switched out my glass.

"Listen, Sasuke," I paused, trying not to fumble over my words, "why don't you ask your friend? She's the one with the inside scoop."

The younger Uchiha raised a brow fractionally, and I almost regretted snapping at him.

Perhaps it wasn't wise to be a bitch to Itachi's younger brother. Not that the two were especially close, but Itachi was practically family to me.

I should play nice.

"For a reporter, she's oblivious. I have no doubt she's freaking out about why someone like you would give her the time of day," he shrugged, "I'd rather hear the story from you."

"Why do you caaare?" I slurred, taking another sip.

"Because it interests me. Not many things do." Sasuke replied thoughtfully, his eyes steady on mine.

I couldn't tell if he was just trying to persuade me or if his words were plain honesty. Either way, I refused to dig into fresh wounds, especially for someone I barely knew. I decided to do what I did best: deflect with humor.

"Trying to play detective huh? They should pay you overtime," I shot back. I remembered hearing from Itachi that Sasuke did some fancy pantsy detective work for the specialized police force. With his current outfit, black cargo pants paired with a fitted black t-shirt, I could definitely envision him in uniform.

"So how did a special forces detective end up second last in a game of Assassin?" I giggled playfully, spinning in my chair to face him. I couldn't help but notice how toned his upper body looked; especially his arms.

"That's what happens when two of your colleagues decide to gang up on you," he shrugged.

Did Ino invite the entire S.W.A.T team or something?

As I watched Sasuke's eyes fill with amusement, something tightened in my chest. He smirked, tilting his head to the side. Making me feel...

It's just the alcohol, I convinced myself.

Fighting the blush creeping along my cheeks, I swiftly chugged the remaining liquid in my glass. Before I could raise my hand to catch the bartender's attention, Sasuke slid his untouched water towards me.

"You should pace yourself," he spoke in a soft, unfamiliar tone.

"Just because you're Itachi's brother doesn't mean you get to tell me what to do," I retorted, staggering as I attempted to get out of my seat. I took a moment to catch my breath, as all the repercussions of day drinking hit me square in the head. My pulse was throbbing against my skin, and I could hardly gauge the volume of my own voice.

"I'll have another!" I slammed my palm against the bar insistently. My legs instinctively began walking to where the bartender was positioned.

"I'm gonna have to cut you off, miss," he glanced at me with a knowing expression.

"I just need one more," I tried, offering him my best 'I'm-not-as-drunk-as-I seem' smile.

To my dismay, the bartender shook his head, "My bar, my rules."

Does this idiot not know who the fuck I am?

"C'mon, Konan," Sasuke wrapped his fingers around my forearm, "you should get some rest."

"H-He...he," my gaze lowered to the marble floor, disappointment clouding my head, "he won't let me have anymore—"

"I'll walk you to your room."

Sasuke tugged me away from the bar, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

My lips parted, but whatever snide remark I was about to make seemed to wither away. Despite being a year older, I couldn't help feeling like a child. My emotions, everything that had happened in the past month, was on the brink of explosion.

Shyly, I looped my arm around Sasuke's—an action I probably wouldn't have the courage to execute sober. But oddly enough, he was the only familiar person next to me, someone who made me feel safe.

"So, uh," Sasuke cleared his throat, "which room are you in?"

I looked up at him briefly.

Was he always this good looking?

"I'm staying in one of the royal suites," I answered, making sure no one was around us. Logically I knew the ship was reserved for Ino and Hidan's wedding party, but I couldn't rid the thought of being caught by the public.

As we entered my suite, I slammed the door behind me—earning me another curious expression.

"Finally," I plopped myself onto the king sized mattress, exhaling the tension from my body.

"I'll see you tomorrow then," Sasuke scanned the room momentarily before turning towards the exit.

"Wait!" I shot up, my eyes darting towards the younger Uchiha. The thought of being wasted and alone gave me a sinking feeling. This was usually when I would meet with Itachi and we'd drink until the world became a distant memory.

"You can stay…" I bounced my legs against the foot of the bed nervously, "I mean, if you want to."

I stumbled towards the suitcase next to my bed. In my periphery, I saw Sasuke take a step towards me. I flipped open the case, triumphantly waving a wine bottle into the air.

"You can be my drinking buddyyyy since my usual one is God-knows-where!" I pumped the bottle twice.

When the younger Uchiha said nothing I continued encouragingly, "You even look like him!"

I was barely able to make out Sasuke's brows etching together in concern. When he walked towards me, I beamed with hope that he had accepted my offer.

"Konan," Sasuke started, his voice slow with caution, "why don't you put that down." He extended his arm above me, reaching for the wine bottle in the air. My drunken consciousness was mildly aware that his face was inches away from mine. His bangs fell perfectly along the sides of his face, a striking contrast against his pale complexion.

"Hand it over, Konan."

Something about Sasuke's no-nonsense tone filled me with apprehension. If I handed over the bottle, he would leave. Being left alone was the last thing I wanted right now.

I could feel desperation coiling in my gut. Without a second thought, I lifted my heels off the ground—closing the gap between our lips.

I felt him stiffen and then slowly part his lips, gently placing a hand along the base of my neck deepening the kiss. The world was suddenly spinning ten times faster, causing me to lose my balance. Sasuke slipped an arm around my waist to steady my posture. At a loss for words, I found myself staring a little too closely at the silver chain around his neck.

"I'll stay," he brushed the stray hairs from my face, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.


- Sakura -

Making Hinata a body shield was probably the smartest decision the playboy model had made in his entire life.

Gazing at the Hyuga heiress, placed close behind the red-haired celebrity, I could understand why. Hinata was dressed in a black tulle dress, ending just above her knees. The one-piece flared out, accentuating her voluptuous figure. Hinata had always been glamorous and beautiful, but also fragile and delicate.

On several occasions, other players would target Sasori, but shirk back when they saw her lavender-eyes crinkle with distress.

I, however, did not seem to evoke the same concern from the rest of the players. I was treated no more gently than a sack of potatoes. Itachi was clearly having the time of his life, watching me squeal everytime someone would make a pass at his back. The actor had been proficient at countering the other players, snatching most of the tags off the backs of his attackers, even the ones with two or even three other bodyguards. But instead of assembling an army of guards as others did, both him and Sasori sent all the other defeated players to jail, confirming my suspicions that both were simply out to torture us.

I winced at the screech emitted by the overhead speakers, "ATTENTION ASSASSINS. There are approximately 15 minutes left. Good luck!"

I HATE YOU INO…

"Time for the endgame," Sasori rolled yet another tag into his pocket, brushing the side of Hinata's bangs, "Couldn't have done it without you, Princess."

Hinata blushed, "I'm just glad I could have helped."

Hinata, you traitorrrrrrrr.

Hinata and I were moved from the back of the boat to the outside deck. We were greeted with a warm evening breeze, and a sun painting the sky orange.

Just then, a familiar blonde head of hair lunged for Itachi's back. Itachi spun and flipped our positions, wrapping his long arms around my decolletage. I fought to calm my hammering heart. Naruto halted an inch away from my face. I was pressed against Itachi's front side, immobilized.

Calm down, Sakura.

"Sak," Naruto's sky-blue eyes clouded, "What are you…"

"How dare you take Hinata hostage," Neji hissed, emerging beside Naruto, narrowing his eyes at Sasori.

Sasori shrugged smugly, "No complaints on her end."

"Ah, Neji. No need to be angry, they have been kind to us," Hinata peeped, her cheeks rosy.

...Kind. To. Us?

"Naruto! Rip off these jerks' tags for us!" I blurted.

Itachi tightened his hold, letting loose a low chuckle next to my face, "Now, Haruno, you're hurting my feelings."

Naruto's eyes flashed, lightning striking a grey sky, "Sakura, get out of the way."

UM HOW?

"Always the impulsive one, Uzumaki".

Naruto pounced past me. Itachi swung me around to his back, holding my arms against his stomach. Growling, Naruto shot a hand between me and Itachi's, fumbling for the velcro tag. I was suddenly pushed back, as Itachi whirled, his torso bending flexibly away from Naruto's hand. Regaining his balance, Naruto pivoted gracefully and faced the actor.

"Using Sakura as a shield, that's the lowest of the low," Naruto barked, shaking his head.

I could almost swear that I saw Itachi's eyes darken, narrowing fractionally. But in a second his expression returned to its neutral state, his eyes glimmering with amusement.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the rest of the survivors gathering towards our side of the deck. They were most likely looking to win the game. A couple stragglers closed in on Naruto and Itachi warily; watching, waiting.

Sasori and Neji remained at a standstill, Neji glaring at the model who seemed unaffected by the Hyuga heir.

Like lightening, Naruto lunged again, but this time anticipated Itachi's dodge, rotating his torso and making contact with the actor's back.

"Go Naruto!" I hollered, cupping my mouth.

My face fell when Naruto's hand came away with nothing. Naruto frowned, cocking his head.

"Haruno." I flinched, surprised to hear Itachi call my name.

What surprised me even more was that he seemed uncomfortable, his eyes shifting from me to the other players. He bolted towards me.

"Get hers!" I heard a male voice yell behind me.

What?

The air was knocked out of me as a hand from behind grabbed my shoulder, another hand grasping at my back. I gasped in bafflement. Why were they targeting me?

Within a second, Itachi grabbed my attacker's hands, twisting them away from my back. He pushed the figure away and the player stumbled back a couple steps before falling onto his back. In the corner of my eye I saw Naruto rip off the tag of the second attacker in one swift motion.

The force of the slam from behind made things dizzy, and I felt myself falling into Itachi who wrapped one arm around me, steadying me against his chest. I was mildly aware of a tag being ripped off my back and thrown onto the deck floor.

The tag was labelled 'UCHIHA'.

But why was the label on my back instead of his?

In my confusion I vaguely remembered Itachi pushing me behind him seconds after Naruto's leap forward, his hand pressed firmly against my back….

Did he move the tag onto my back?

"AND GAME OVER! ALL ASSASSINS MEET IN THE BALLROOM PLEASE!"


A/N: Jaycee and Avis here - we're back with a brand new fic! We apologize for those waiting for an update on LATS, however we had to put it on an official hiatus. Strangers at Sea will have a similar vibe to LATS, but much less angsty. Some characters will be OOC, as the setting is completely different from the Naruto universe.

Thank you in advance for reading and reviewing! We truly appreciate each one of you.