GANGSTA.

Description: A multisaku story about bullets and predators.

Chapter 1 – "So much evil lurks"

Sakura knew it. She fucking knew it. Her boyfriend wasn't all sweet and sugar and that bastard, that motherfucking bastard, told her that he owned a bar, a pretty little bar at a corner of a dark, haunting, bad smelling street. She was living in California, she knew it. She knew that late at night all the morals are gone, filled with dresses too short not to ask for something, smoke too dense to come only from the cigarettes of the passers, too many cups to be filled only with water. So when her boyfried, oh, now ex-boyfriend, offered her to have a night out at her bar, she said yes. A deadly thing to do.

It was not that she didn't knew what was happening in the sunny, oh, so sunny, California. She was working in the hospital, having such a developed knowledge in the medical area. She preferred the day, the rays of sun, the laughter of the surfers and the sparkling water than the mass of numb limps, sloppy moves and minds too fuzzy to work properly the next day.

With her chopped, short, pink hair and her petite appearance, she was quite a catch. She wasn't ugly, not at all. She did boxing in her free time, training with Gaara or whoever was at the gym that moment. She was not helpless, she knew how to handle herself.

She hadn't expected to run from him, a worthless scum, because here she was, in the middle of the night, hiding behind a building as that crazy ass had a gun. A real gun. He got so fucked up, he wanted to kill her when she told him that his hands were where they were not supposed to and he became aggressive and she would ruin him if he dared to raise his hand at her one more time, not that she had been hit. She could protect herself. But not from a fucking gun.

She ran until she seriously thought her lungs were bleeding and the air she inhaled was clawing her whole body, which was shaken by random shivers. She had to save herself quickly, and now. But she heard familiar voices.

"Is that Sakura?"

That was Sasori. Sasori with the read hair who learnt her how to make dolls. With brown eyes like the hot chocolate they shared. Sasori who was beaten senseless by hair. Who was part of her ex-gang.

Akatsuki.

She run towards him, with shaking limbs. God, she missed him, them, so so much. Behind him, she could see the rest of them. She was separated from them since she moved in California for her studies and met that bastard that must have got hit by a car. She didn't care anymore.

"Missed us, yeah?" asked the blonde, tall, so tall, male, with dreamy blue eyes and such defined muscles.

"Shut up, pansy. Now, bitch, come give me a hug!" She reminded herself to punch Hidan.

She saw the others and Itachi pulled her into a tight hug.

"Let the pinkie breath there, okay?" Kisame asked while rubbing his neck, while having a cheeky grin.

Kakuzu simply nodded towards her. Tobi was there, jumping like a fool and mumbling about "Sakura-chan, so pretty, now with us". Even Naruto and Sasuke were there, her best friends since birth. Naruto pulled her in a huge bear hug, almost crying, while Sasuke was there in his awkward-Uchiha way.

And she finally say Pein, their leader. Ringed eyes met emerald.

"I fucking missed you" said Sakura, with a trembling voice and a pale laugh on her lips.