part 1 of 3, sasusaku month, mnemonic
Bad girl, good girl, bad girl, good girl, bad girl.
She thinks that three negatives negates itself and two positives equal another positive, and if you say the words over and over again, repetitively like you've got nothing better to do, you'll forget that it's even a word, a phrase, an insult, a device for remembering who to kill, who not to, and who to remain half way. Sweeping her eyes through the candidacy strapped on the podiums, looking near-jeer in their button-ups and formal waves, it's clear her mentor (third one from the left) wills the world how-ever and what-ever way she wants.
It complicates things though, this surprise. Because "You let the sharks loose after eye contact" doesn't help her in this ten-year-in-the-making blueprint, action, "it's time". She's seen those washed-up mud irises since thirteen.
"This would've been easier if I'd been blind," she mutters to herself. She downs the sauvignon blanc, picks up her trailing ivory dress and feels the metal between her strapless. Thirteen seconds to secure the building, four and a half minutes to transfer some outdated statistics on crime and punishment or whatever, and promptly seven seconds before Naruto locks everybody in. That could very much include herself if she doesn't think fast enough.
"Haruno," a voice speaks in her earpiece. It's a personal broadcast. Nara was evidently blackmailed. "You're agitated."
"I'm a butterfly, Uchiha. Stop speaking to me." She spots him on the edge of the smoke-free, scanning the room in stasis. She knew purchasing those brogues for him was a complete waste of life-endangering stipend.
There. The contact sits and asks for a glass of Norwegian water and she wonders how easy it would be to flirt her way to a heart attack.
"Don't even think about it." He stands so close to her she can almost hear his fingers wrap around her own. "He's more important alive."
True, but she still needs to get to his room without being suspicious enough to use a political Senju aid. She remembers her mentor's words loudly and very, very clearly: "I'm your final route. Use me only after you've exhausted yourself. I will personally judge you, Sakura so don't let him get in your way."
She turns to Sasuke, boldly staring at his handsome profile under the chandelier-lit room. His eyes are still on roam. She reaches up to his ear, pink at the tip from such close proximity, and slips a key inside his shirt pocket. She turns his earpiece to full broadcast.
"Do whatever you want with me tonight, Uchiha."
She slips the ring off her finger and winking at her mentor's small scowl from the platform, she makes her way to the contact.
Bad girl, good girl, bad girl, good girl, bad girl.