A/N: Kay guys first chappie to Tainted Love! I know people over use geisha stories but this one's good so please review

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Lady of the Night

It was a crisp spring night that was tinged with the scent of cherry blossoms. The porcelain moon was full and bathed the Ochaya in a ghostly glow.

Now this Ochaya wasn't just any old Ochaya, this Ochaya was famous. It is often used by extremely prestigious men.

On this particular night it was being used by a very wealthy and well-known business man named Jiro Hankoru.

This is the exact reason why Sakura was here. She stood outside of the tea house, quiet and unnoticed, preparing to make her entrance.

Tonight was the night. The night that she would rid the world of this egotistical bastard.

Her full lips pulled up in a smirk at the thought. She inhaled the brisk night and smoothed out her silk kimono. She wore the kimono especially for tonight.

It was royal blue and had an intricately embroidered mountain scene at the hem. She brought her delicate hand up to quickly adjust the pins that held her naturally pink hair.

It was what she was famous for. Her wondrous pink hair. And her eyes. Her unbelievably green eyes that put emeralds to shame.

Once you saw them it was like you were drowning in a sea of lovely, lovely green.

It was time to make her entrance. At that thought she painted an impassive mask over her stunningly beautiful features. She raised her dainty foot and entered the lavish tea house.

Everything stopped. Every sound. Every movement. Everything. Everyone was too entranced at the beautiful woman standing before their alcohol muddled eyes.

Sakura smiled inwardly, that never got old, how she could entrance men with the blink of an eye.

After what seemed like an eternity Jiro broke the silence.

"She's a pretty one, ay?" His hoarse voice broke everyone out of their hypnotized state.

The noises and movements continued except now everyone was casting glances at the breathe-taking geisha that was weaving her way to the table Jiro sat at.

When Sakura reached Jiro's table she sat down and swept her kimono under her legs. She reached her graceful hands across the table and picked up the sake container.

She carefully poured the sake into his cup and folded her hands across her lap.

The sake was of a fine quality, one of the best in the world. So it was no surprise when the sake in the cup quickly disappeared.

Sakura quickly poured more sake into the china cup. Except, after pouring the sake she casually hitched up a sleeve of her kimono and revealed her thin pearl colored wrist.

Jiro glanced at it and he turned his gaze back to the sake, but Sakura had caught how his gaze had lingered there, reluctant to leave.

She then casually turned her back to him, letting his eyes feast over the mily skin of her exposed back.

She turned her head, just a little and saw how his eyes were glued to her, undressing her with his eyes. She almost smirked. 'This is too easy' she thought.

Just as she turned her body back to face Jiro, someone called her up to sing and dance for them. She wordlessly looked to Jiro to see if he approved, just like how she was taught.

He gave her his consent and she gracefully rose from her seat and click clacked to the stage.

Once she reached the stage she took out two exquisite fans that were almost as beautiful as her.

She opened her mouth and what came out was rich and velvety yet gentle and melodious.

It was like pure magic formed into words. If that wasn't entrancing enough, her twin fan dance was.

She moved her body in such a graceful way that it would have broken a ballerina's heart.

Every movement was in tune, every twist of her hips sunk the men deeper into her enchantment.

All eyes were locked on her body, the way it flowed to its own lovely tune.

All ears were strained to hear every note that came out of her luscious mouth.

When she ended everyone was silent for a moment before roaring into a great applause, complete with yelling and wolf whistles.

She slowly got of the stage and smiled.

Her smile was so beautiful, so stunning that it almost knocked everyone dead. To bad it wasn't real.

Everyone was thoroughly disappointed when her face became impassive again.

Today Sakura was in a giving mood so she climbed back onto the stage, grasped the Shamisen with her thin fingers, and slowly began to play.

After they had heard Sakura's song and had seen her dance they had believed nothing could match that kind of beauty especially not when the music came from an instrument such as the Shamisen.

She proved them wrong. The music that flowed forth from the instrument was sorrowful yet sweet, dangerous yet safe.

Sakura secretly smirked. She knew about the spell she cast on people just by opening her moth.

It always came to her advantage. She plucked the last note and gently set the Shamisen down.

Sakura quickly and quietly weaved through all the men that were ogling her. She knew what they were thinking, she always did.

They wanted to claim her, they were all imagining her under them, sweaty and slick, completely naked, screaming out their name. It disgusted her to no end.

Her musical talents weren't the only thing beautiful about her.

As you know, she had a stunningly gorgeous face that was so flawless it almost hurt to look at it and her body wasn't an eye sore, she had luscious curves that would turn the most civilized men into lustful fools.

They had her kimono to thank for the way it was tight at the torso and abdomen and the slit that showed off her long, perfect legs.

After she returned to the table Jiro put his thick arm around her thin elegant shoulders as a sign of possession.

Inside she scowled, she wanted to murder him. Right now some how she restrained herself. 'Wait, soon enough, soon enough.'

When everyone's backs were turned he leaned over and inhaled her scent. She hid her smirk, bad move.

She knew that once a male, young or old inhaled her scent they would not be able to deny their longing, her scent would haunt them, forever.

They would want more and more, they would want to drown themselves in it.

She could tell her scent was taking effect on Jiro, he was looking at her, not even bothering to hide the intense longing that was swimming in his eyes.

It wouldn't be long before he would go insane and lunge for her.

She could see the veins bulge in his forehead as he tried to muffle the emotions he felt until he was alone with her.

She pretended not to notice all these things and innocently reached over the table to pour more sake for him, making sure she let both sleeves hitch up, exposing her slender wrists.

When she sat down she made sure that the slit on her kimono was hitched up high on her pale thigh, exposing her milky flesh.

She was repulsed at the way lust clouded his eyes when he spotted her delicate thigh.

She swallowed the bile that rose in her throat. Soon this would be over; her job would be done, soon.

She just barely stopped a malicious smirk from forming on her flawless face.

She snapped back to reality when she felt Jiro's rough hand graze her exposed thigh. She muffled the urge to break his neck.

It grew harder when his hand touched her hair threatening to pull out the intricately placed pins. She couldn't blame him though; her scent would soon reach its climax.

She almost let out a sigh of relief when one of his employees's turned to face them, probably to drink in more of Sakura's body.

Jiro abruptly became stiff, not wanting to be embarrassed by being caught.

Sakura took a quick, unnoticed glance at Jiro. She almost frowned. Out of all the men she had seduced and well you know.. he was one of the ugliest.

An oily, round face, his head was almost bald except for three greasy strands that he combed over his huge bald spot. He also had a pot-belly.

When she came back to reality she noticed Jiro was no longer by her side at the table.

He was at the door, surrounded by his fellow workers, urging them to go, it was pretty late, the moon was past the center of the sky.

Many workers complained, saying that the night was still young, even more were casting glances at Sakura.

The arguing was fruitless, Jiro rambled about how he didn't want anyone to miss work tomorrow, all the while pushing the men out the door.

Once every man was out the door and the screen to the Ochaya had been shut Jiro turned toward the table where Sakura had not moved from.

She saw his eyes glint in delight at the thought of him and Sakura alone in the tea house.

He gracelessly stumbled toward Sakura. Once he reached his destination he roughly pushed the mahogany table aside, spilling the sake and breaking the china cups.

He kneeled in front of her, she still had not moved an inch, but if you strained your eyes you could see that she had a new twinkle in her eyes.

But woe to the person who believes that this twinkle is of pure innocence.

This twinkle was a glint…….of murder.

Jiro did not kiss her lips, which is what Sakura was thankful for, but he did place kisses all over her neck.

He didn't even pay mind to the fact that she still had her white face paint on.

She squeezed her eyes shut when his kisses slowly but surely started traveling downwards toward the collar of her kimono. "Wait, wait, its almost time." She thought.

She kept this thought in her mind as the older man was desperately trying to reach her bosom, but found that her kimono was in the way.

She almost gagged. She could smell the alcohol dripping in his breath.

It's time! She thought as his meaty fingers tried to undue her silver obi tie. She moved her index and middle finger, which went unnoticed to the man that was too absorbed with getting her kimono open.

What also went unnoticed by him was how a senbon with a red ribbon tied to the end, the tip drenched with a fatal poison, landed in her waiting palm.

Her rosy lips pulled up into a smirk, a cold, bone-chilling smirk; her features were no longer soft and warm; now they were sharp and malicious.

She took the senbon and slowly and gently dragged the tip across Jiro's neck. She had waited to long, it was her time to have fun

He froze at the feeling of cold metal. When Sakura put a little pressure against the tip he lifted his head.

She let out a humorless cackle. His eyes were glazed over with fear and a whimper of fear was released from his throat.

This was what she loved the most. To see such powerful men cower at her feet was simply delicious. They would regret every wrong-doing that they had done against woman.

She stood up. "This" She put the senbon in front of here face. "is a senbon, it's absolutely perfect for killing, it does the job, and I don't even have to

worry about dirtying my kimono." She purred smoothly like a lion getting ready for the kill.

She approached him. He was too afraid to move away. She let out a small laugh. "What's wrong, don't you have anything to say?" She breathed. "I'm sorry but I'm on a tight schedule, I'll have to cut our playtime short."

With that she bent down and positioned the senbon directly facing the Jugular.

"Any last words?" Her eyes were a deadly stormy green. "S-sak-kura, p-plea-ase d-d-do-n't."

She let out a melancholy chuckle. "I'm sorry but Sakura is no longer here."

"Sleep well." She drawled out. And with that she pierced the tip directly into his Jugular Vein.

Jiro's eyes widened in surprise and he let out a small whimper before falling down …dead

With that over Sakura removed her stainless kimono and neatly folded it and held it in one hand, she would drop it off at the Okiya on her way to her next destination.

Under the kimono she had on a long-sleeved, black yukata. The hem didn't even reach her mid-thigh. It was light and plain, which guaranteed maximum speed and movement.

She silently crossed the room to the corner where exquisite katanas were on display, all made with every detail, nothing was amiss. She picked one that had held her eye during the whole gathering.

Its blade was sharp and swift with a carved design of a field of cherry blossoms. As she grasped the handle with her fingers she knew this would be her new blade.

She quickly cut the air with it a few times…..yes it was perfect

She slowly slipped the blade back into its sheath, and hooked it onto the side of her yukata.

'Another job well down Sakura.' She thought as she jumped onto the ledge of one of the opened windows. A strong zephyr blew through, undoing her hair pins.

She didn't even flinch when her hair fell down, tumbling over her shoulders like a waterfall.

With that she jumped out into the night the shadows consuming her and transformed from Haruno Sakura, the most popular geisha in town to The Dark Assassin: Lady of the Night.

Yay first chapter…..hope you guys like it . Reviews would be greatly appreciated. I'm open to anything, even suggestions.

By the way my oneshot Promise is coming out soon, its really good(go to profile for more info) kay thanks

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Blackeri