Current Title: Street Fight
Pairing: DeiSaku, Deidara and Sakura
Rating: T for now, just being safe
Word Count: 1,472
Okay. Here is a new fic that i was working on. Can you please R&R, cuz i might or might not continue it. It's a DeiSaku, and it's going to be very...interesting. Definately not my normal stlye, or maybe it is. I can't tell. I have some parts planned, and some not. If you have ideas for the next chapters, feel free to leave them in a review. Or if you want to request anything for me to...conjure?...then just, again, leave it in a review. Thanx for reading this long, boring thing! Bye! Enjoy! lolz
Sakura Haruno is one of the best crump-style dancers and street fighters in the crumbling city of Konoha, due to her small size, delicate appearance, and plain skill. Good with kunai, shuriken and katana, and good with chains, switchblades, pipes and glass shards.
Wanted in every gang and in every fight, she quickly became a top-class criminal, almost the exact opposite of her perfect, rich schoolgirl, pampered upbringing, that every girly girl dreams of. She had turned her street-fighting style into an odd but graceful dance that made everyone in the clubs and raves she went to stop and stare.
But there was a single unspoken rule that ran deep through the city. You need a partner, someone to watch your back, no matter what. But when her friend Ino mentions this to her while leaving Ino's flower shop, she hadn't given it much thought, and simply disregarded it as a subject not worth her time.
So here she was, cornered in a dark alley by a gang she had once beaten alongside Tenten's boyfriend, Neji. But now they had grown stronger, and more well muscled. Not to mention the fact that they were carrying chains and crowbars, which were usually at least near lethal weapons. She could have easily taken them down, but she was currently suffering from a cold, and she had just finished up helping Kiba, Naruto and Sasuke beat up a bunch o drug dealers who were messing with Hinata's little sister.
Right now she was covered in cuts and bruises, but in truth she enjoyed the thrill and excitement that a fight brought on, not to mention the rush of adrenaline. She enjoyed it to the point where she craved it, in fact. So she always eagerly anticipated the next brawl.
But back to her current situation. She was cornered, hungry, tired and sick. So, simply, she was screwed.
The thugs were advancing, and she closed her eyes and braced herself for the feel of metal on skin. But the feeling never came.
She opened her eyes,and there was a black flash heading toward a thug's head. It hit him squarely, and he fell over. She saw the lashing of two chains, bringing four men down to their knees in two quick movements. Then the unknown person punched the leader right in the nose, but so quickly that you couldn't see anything but a glimpse of yellow and black. Sakura heard a loud crack.
The leader brought his group together, and they all ran, moaning and in pain.
She snapped her attention back to the person in front of her, who was standing with a cocky pose. She examined him, and what she saw was a man wearing nothing but black cargo pants and chains wrapped around his wrists. He had well sculpted muscles and blond hair that was tied up except for his bangs which hung over his left eye.
He reached out a hand to help her up from her current position on the ground, and she grasped it. He pulled her up easily and she blushed, letting her long bags cover he r face to hide it.
" I must look like crap" she stated.
"Yeah" he agreed.
She glared at him, and he pulled out his hair tie then handed it to her, which she accepted with a nod as thanks, and she quickly tied her hair up.
They started walking into sunlight, and Deidara got his first good look at her.
She was a short little thing, with shoulder-length pastel-pink hair, and emerald green eyes. She had a large bleeding cut across her cheek, and various other cuts all over her exposed skin. Her charcoal colored flex-shirt fitted her form well, and her black cargo pants that were a lot like his let her move around easily. Her footwear consisted of heavy steel-toed boots that made her kicks hard, but she still seemed able to walk easily in them, and she looked like they were actually weightless.
At the same time she looked at him, and saw that he had the prettiest eye color that she had ever seen. They were an aqua blue, with a slight hint of indigo near the pupil and around the outer rim of the iris. He had dirty blond hair that was more of a gold-yellow than blond, and he had an odd tattoo covering where his heart is. All in all he was the hottest thing she had ever seen, and she could barely keep herself from drooling over him.
She snapped back to reality, and noticed that he was introducing himself.
"I'm Deidara" he said, reaching out his hand to let her shake it.
She took a moment to gather herself, then grabbed his hand and replied "Sakura"
She felt something bite her hand, and she drew it back. She stared at her hand, seeing a small line of blood, and glared at Deidara, thinking there was a trick of some sort that had been played on her. He merely chuckled, and held up his hands.
They had a mouth on each, that was grinning at her and had sharp teeth and a long tongue. She giggled at the sight of them , instantly changing from her angry glare. She reached out and tried to grab one, but then she remembered common courtesy, and looked at him, silently asking permission.
He nodded his assent, and she grabbed the hand and examined the mouth closely. It was a real mouth, that was moving, and this hand was trying to lick hers as she examined it.
She let the hand fall, and stared at Deidara for a moment, registering what she had just found out. He was smirking, and she looked at him warily. Then he just turned around and left, leaving her outside the dark alley.
She stared after him until his bare back disappeared around the corner, and she started laughing. Eventually she calmed down, and thought 'This has to be one of the weirdest days of my life'. Inner Sakura agreed, nodding her head so fast Sakura was sure Inner would be out of it for awhile.
Sakura slowly picked herself of the ground, wincing ever so slightly at the small sting of the cuts from the previous fight, and started stumbling home.
She walked down the wide, crowded streets of Konoha with her mind elsewhere. That blond...Deidara, was it? Yeah, Deidara. Deidara had this...this...special thing to him. He made her happy, just by looking at him or thinking about him. His smile was as bright as the sun, and his easy going nature was infectuous. She was completely and utterly happy, and that was a very rare thing.
That couldn't be the last time she saw him. She wouldn't let it be.
As she thought and daydreamed, she didn't have to worry about walking into anyone, since the citizens of the city gave her a wide berth, because the 'peaceful' people didn't like to mix with the gangs and 'dirty', 'uncivilized' people of the city. People like them looked down on people like her, and she liked it like that. They left her alone, and that was how she preferred to be.
She snapped out of it, and she looked around at her surroundings. Yes, this was her neighborhood. The crowd had vanished as soon as she entered the neighborhood limits, and anybody could see why. The buildings were old and decrepit. The few livable houses were locked down. Drug dealers lived all over here, and they boarded up the place so that the police and FBI couldn't get in.
Her own house was home to 5 other 'gangsters' like her, each with their own fighting style. Since the house was very large, they defended it from other opposing gangs with their combat skills and accuracy with firearms.
She entered through the door, and her dog, Suzume, a particularly large, completely white german shepard with blue eyes, ran to greet her, barking loudly.
"Ino! Hinata! Tenten! Konan! Temari! I'm home!" she called out in warning.
She headed down the long hall, with Suzume following right behind, and walked into her room.
The room wasn't old and unstylish like the other rooms of the neighborhood. None of the occupants of the house had crappy rooms. They all spent thousands decking them out and making them more livable.
It was fashionable with orange walls and ceiling, and a sky blue carpet. She had dark blue bedsheets, and a mini-fridge on her bedside table. Chinese lanterns hung on a wire that ran diagonally across the room, casting a warm glow on the furniture. All together, it brought a comfortable feeling to the room.
Hi! Did ya like it? Leave a review and tell me what ya think, and when Suzume's girlfriend has his puppies, you can have oone! lol. Yeah. I think Suzume means Sparrow in Japanese. Yeah, it was a random name, and i just...put it there. I'll change it later. Can anyone give ma a Japanese name that means white or something like that? Maybe if it means snow? Anyways, i really dont care if a pure white german shepard isnt possible, its MY fic, and i want there to be a white german shepard, so HA! lol. really, there will be a later chapter explaining his whiteness. And im sorry about the short chapters, im just not that great with details, and if you want longer chappies, i can try, i just prefer short chappies, just with more before the end of the fic. A-nyways! Bye, and if you review, youll get one of Suzume's puppies. And im REALLY sorry you had to survive this long drabbling...or something...if you really read it. Bye! Really, this time. Bye!