Chapter 1: Cruel Intentions
Sakura Central Park, Downtown Tokyo
June 7th 5:42 PM
Lifting up her tinted aviator shades, Sakura Haruno studied her unsuspecting target, Masaki Hirota. He looked like the typical grandpa, a firm but kind man. He was weathered down by age but still had a charismatic twinkle in his blue eyes and loomed over most of the people in the park in his suede shoes and silk suit. She sighed in disappointment, it was really too bad he had to be killed. It eased her regret considerably to know that he was involved in drug trafficking and wasn't totally innocent.
Standing up from the park bench, she stretched out her long lean legs and walked towards Hirota. She smiled in relief as she saw the last kid at the park leave hand in hand with his mother, skipping happily along. If she could avoid it, she didn't want a kid to see what was about to happen. Although she had been doing this for as long as she could remember and she was always the best at assassination she still had a conscience more or less.
Zipping up her leather jacket she continued down the park pathway, appearing nonchalant but eyeing her victim from across the central park. It was an unusually chilly late afternoon in downtown Tokyo and the wind blew in huge gusts, making her sleek ponytail wave from side to side. Her earpiece crackled and her partner's voice came over, "Slug. Can you hear me?" he asked lazily. She could just imagine him stretching lazily over his computer with a drink in his hand. Sakura smiled, although her partner always tried to sneak his way out of working, he was a talented analyst and technician, a valuable partner to have.
"Shikamaru, are we using code names already?" she asked coolly, smirking to herself. She knew it was standard Kurokage procedure to always use code names when on missions but she hardly did, as the codename 'slug' hardly appealed to her.
She heard him sigh, "You know standard procedure, Slug." He reminded her exasperatedly. "Is the target armed and within shooting range?" he proceeded to ask her, she could hear him typing in the background.
She glanced quickly over at Hirota to check his position. 40 yards away, piece of cake. "Target is unarmed and within easy shooting range, Bear." She emphasized his code name mockingly. His codename 'bear' suited him. Bears were lazy, only in action when required for survival, just like Shikamaru Naara.
"Great. Proceed on with the assassination." Shikamaru urged. She could tell that he wanted her to hurry up and kill him so that they could all go home early. Typical lazy bum.
She pulled out her gun but paused momentarily as a little girl of five years went skipping by with a bright yellow balloon in hand. "Poor kid." She mused to herself; at the back of her head, she longed to be a little kid, ignorant of the corruption and greed in the world.
Shikamaru's irritated voice came over the earpiece, "Slug? Are we having sentimental thoughts again? Hurry it up." He sighed idly.
"Shut it, Bear. A little kid just walked by, I didn't want to scar her for life." Sakura snapped and growled under her breath.
Shikamaru snorted amusedly, "Of course. We wouldn't want that now would we?" he agreed dryly. "Oh yes, I almost forgot. Anko-sama orders you not to use a gun, too messy and too obvious. Use the poison I gave you earlier in syringe form. Make it look like a suicide or something."
Sakura didn't answered, her eyes still trained on Hirota, she pursed her lips as she glanced at the gun in her hand.
Shikamaru's voice came over the earpiece sounding more irritated than ever, "Are you listening to me?"
She scowled and put the gun under her arm, "I heard you. Don't worry; I wouldn't dare break Anko-sama's order. The gun will just be used to-motivate him." She grinned maliciously, and then switched the earpiece off. She wouldn't need his help anymore.
She waited until the kid was out of her sight and then let out a deep exhale. She pulled her hair out of her hair band and shook out her loose waves and slipped her aviator shades back on. She smiled confidently, going in for the kill. Holding the gun close to her legs, she walked over to the oblivious Hirota.
"Masaki Hirota?" she asked sweetly, standing above him.
He glanced up nervously, as if expecting somebody else. He took one look at her and let out a sigh of relief, as if he was thinking. Oh. It's only a girl.She let out a quiet chuckle, Shouldn't have let down your guard. He put down the local newspaper he was reading and patted the seat next to him, inviting her to sit down.
"Yes that's me. Can I help you?" He suggested lecherously, his dark eyes glittered, like little beads. Oh god. Ew. He had to be at least three times her age. She couldn't believe her first impression of him was a kind old grandpa.
Shikamaru chortled in her ear, "Did I just hear what I think he said? Wow, you're a lucky girl, Slug." She heard him try to contain his laughter, more sounding like he was choking. Sakura gritted her teeth, and steeled herself to continue on with the mission. She took the gun from her pocket and jabbed it into his rib.
"You can help me all right. Are you familiar with these?" smiling, she pulled out a little china doll and held it to his face so he could get a good look at it. Almost instantly, his face paled as he recognized it. He was lost for words and could only stutter as he gazed frantically around him, trying to escape.
She pressed the gun harder into his side, "Don't bother. Okay? One word out your mouth that I don't like, and you're dead, all right?" she hissed.
He audibly gulped, his bloodshot eyes bulging and his skin was a bright red, under intense amounts of pressure. "Those china dolls…" he stammered.
Sakura cooed, "Oh, you recognize these? I thought you would." She smashed the doll against the bench and it immediately shattered, white powder spilling out from the inside.
Hirota grasped her arm, "Please! Don't kill me! I was only doing it for my family! I need the money!" he pleaded in a low tone.
She ignored him, and lifted up her sunglasses, "I have to say. It's an ingenious plan. Smuggling drugs inside of china dolls. It's hard to catch, it took us forever to track you down." She looked at him with a searing gaze.
He whimpered, "Y-you work for Tokyo PD? He stuttered pitifully.
She scoffed, "The police? Please. I'm part of a shady organization, just like you.
His face brightened a little bit after hearing her words. "I don't care if you deal drugs. The problem is, you borrowed money from my boss, to set up your little network, and you've conveniently forgotten to pay him back. While you have this hugely successful business, he hasn't gotten anything back, understand your situation here?" She smiled pleasantly at him.
Clutching his hands together he begged, "I'll pay you back! I have the money!" he cracked.
She lessened the pressure of the gun and tilted her head, interested. "Where?" she asked simply. She smirked inwardly; low-lifes were so easy to get information out of.
Hirota's eyes gleamed, "I-It's back at my mansion down in Kyoto! It's all hidden behind the secret compartments, b-behind all the Picasso paintings!" he whispered fiercely, desperate to save his life.
She nodded, satisfied and placed the gun back in her black boots. Hirota, still heavily sweating, exhaled. "Can I go?" he asked meekly, unable to move, paralyzed by fear.
Sakura sighed, "Actually, no." She swiftly withdrew a syringe from the inside of her sleeve and plunged it into his leg. His eyes widened in surprise and then his eyes closed and he slumped over, effectively paralyzed. She threw the syringe on the ground and held his body up so that it wouldn't collapse on the floor. "Hirota, your body won't function the way it usually does but I know you can still hear me. You have less than 2 hours to live. I'm sure you have a lot to think about." She chuckled triumphantly and stared at his contorted facial expression. "Oh! And I forgot, thanks for the money." She smiled angelically once more.
Sighing, she gently placed his body down and contemplating his still figure on the ground for a moment she turned, put on her shades and left the body for the police to find.
"Damnit, that troublesome woman does whatever the hell pleases her." Shikamaru Naara grumbled, taking off his headset, and rubbing his temples tiredly.
Chouji Akimichi, age 25, glanced over at his best friend with a knowing smile. He was a big man with meaty arms and legs and had an enormous strength which made him one of Kurokage's most valuable muscle men. He had a kind heart though, besides the fact that he was a part of one of the most infamous criminal organizations, and always was merciful towards his opponents. He grabbed another handful of barbeque chips and grinned at his friend, "Sakura eh?" he asked with a gleam in his eye.
Shikamaru let out an exasperated sigh, "Yes, yes, it's all her. She is the cause of all my problems." He moaned pathetically.
He leaned back, amused, "What did she do this time?" he asked trying to stifle his laughter by covering his mouth.
Shikamaru glared up at his friend, "She shut off the earpiece. What if something happens? It's like she never thinks. I find it hard to believe sometimes that she's our top assassin."
Chouji lifted an eyebrow to glance questioningly at him, "Say that around her and she'll beat you to death. Then, you'll find out why." He answered with a twitch of his lips.
Shikamaru punched him in the arm, "God, shut up Chouji." He groaned. "Aren't you supposed to be doing something? Killing an important senator or something?"
He laughed aloud, "I like how you worded that, but no. That's Shino's job today. Victim is an influential somebody that Anko doesn't like." His lips pursed thoughtfully, "Shino's probably got this job covered, and he didn't need me for one kill."
Anko was the head of their organization Kurokage. Their loyalties were ambiguous; they just did the missions and killed or protected anybody that Anko told them to. However, they had often interfered on many government missions, leading them to be on the most wanted list and had many assassination attempts on themselves. They got the job done and they got it done quick, reputing themselves as a top criminal force, rivaling another top organization Akatsuki. Akatsuki, which was another criminal ring led by the infamous Madara Uchiha.
At that moment, the door to the lab slammed open and Shino Aburame, walked in with the crisp white material of his shirt bloodied and stained. He held a gun in one hand and a heavy duty briefcase in the other hand.
Shikamaru let out a tortured moan as he saw Shino, "Aww, man. Come on! I lent you that shirt! Couldn't you have been a little cleaner!" he stared at his shirt aghast.
Shino glared at him, although it was hard to tell as he wore huge tinted shades that covered nearly half his face. His black hair stuck up randomly as if he had just woke up. "What was I supposed to do Shikamaru? Wear a bib while I was spraying bullets all over the place?" he asked sarcastically.
Shikamaru muttered incoherently to himself and shook his head in disgust. Chouji got up from his seat and smiled warmly, "Good to see you back, safe and sound."
Shino nodded stiffly and handed Chouji the briefcase. "The money is all in there, had to pry it out of his dead hands." He chuckled mirthlessly.
Chouji nodded, "Thanks. I'll send this up to Anko right now."
"No need to I'm right here, Akimichi." A languid voice came from behind, silky smooth.
Shino turned to face his superior, "Anko." He bowed his head mechanically.
Anko rolled her eyes and ran a hand through her purple tinted hair which was put up in a spiky ponytail, "No need for all this formal crap Aburame." She sighed and flopped onto the couch. She wore a gold cocktail dress and matching heels, quite unusual for her tomboy personality
"You going somewhere?" Chouji questioned, curiously.
She waved a careless hand, "Yeah. Some fancy shmancy party, which I intend to crash."
All 3 men turned to look at each other. Typical Anko. She leaned back with a sly smile, "Anyways, where is Haruno? I haven't seen her around lately." She purred.
Shikamaru's mood darkened, "Sakura's gone on the assassination mission, remember? Masaki Hirota?"
Anko nodded, "Ah. I remember. That reminds me! Poor man, I accidentally meant for her to kill a Masami Hirota." She shrugged. "It hardly matters anymore. Each person dealt in the black market. Whichever one is perfectly fine." She commented breezily.
Shikamaru noticed out of the corner of his eye, his earpiece, emitting a dim blue light. Sakura was calling him. He briefly contemplated ignoring it, but remembered Sakura's violent ways and hurriedly put the earpiece on and spoke irritably, "Hello?"
"Hello, my dear Shika-kun." her low voice greeted dryly.
He cleared his throat gruffly, "About time. So nice of you to hang up on me." He narrowed his eyes.
"Oh I'm sorry; I didn't mean to hurt your feelings doing that. Forgive me, please." She begged mockingly.
He grit his teeth together in irritation, "Anyways, how did it go?" he forced himself to move on.
He hears her chuckle, "Oh you know, the usual. I pull out gun. He starts singing like a canary. I get info, I put away gun. He thinks he's safe. I kill him. It was actually very dull." She replied, sounding like she was reciting a poem.
He let out an easy sigh, "Good. I'll talk to you later; get to headquarters as soon as you can." He switched the earpiece off with immense satisfaction. Take that, Sakura. He turned to Anko, who was now lying on the couch with a glass of wine.
"That was just Sakura, her mission was a success." He reported dutifully.
Anko rolled her eyes, "Well, of course it was. It's Haruno here. She never does a half job, that's why I love her." She purred with a sly smile. Her eyes widened and she sat up, "That reminds me…" she recalled slowly. "I have another mission for her when she gets back." She mused softly.
Chouji glanced at Anko in curiosity, "What is it? Another assassination, she's getting tired of those." He chuckled.
Anko, shook her head, and smiled, "Of course not. This one's much more exciting." She took another swig of wine. "There's this company, that's annoying the hell out of me. A major corporation, and I need her to break it down from the inside, it's more satisfying that way." She added.
"And..?" Shikamaru prompted.
Anko glared at him but continued anyways, "I need her to get close to the heir of the company. Seduce him or whatever. I just need her to get him to spill out all his secrets. Get into the corporation and get whatever dirt she can find. Maybe kill a few people, whatever I feel like having her do. Mm, this wine is amazing." She let out a content sigh.
Shino spoke up, "And this heir's name?" he asked impatiently. His superior liked to tease them way too much.
Anko glanced up from her glass and smiled wickedly, "Uchiha Sasuke."
A/N: So this is the first chapter and I hope you guys all enjoyed it! This is my first time writing in this genre…you can probably tell. T.T. Anyways, I would REALLY appreciate it if you guys would REVIEW. I probably will see how many review I get until I post the next chapter.
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