Sakura the second female member of Akatsuki was currently sitting on a plane to England, sitting next to the sleeping silver-haired jashin worshipper. Her mission being that to protect a boy who goes by the name of Harry Potter and to dispose of an evil wizard named Voldemort who was rumored to have received a new partnership with Orochimaru, which could be a potential threat to the plans of Akastuki. She looked at Hidan with jealousy.
How the hell can he sleep on such uncomfortable seats? Shannaro! Her inner raged within the depths of the rosette's mind; she shifted for the twentieth time to make herself more comfortable, effectively waking the immortal next to her.
"Stop moving the fucking seats, would you pinky. I'm trying to sleep, seriously." Hidan groggily swore halfheartedly, his eyes squeezing tightly together, trying to force himself back to sleep.
"I wouldn't be shifting as much, if you stopped using my shoulder as a pillow." Sakura hissed in his ear, poison soaked in her words; she crossed her arms and nudged her shoulder, knocking Hidan's head off her shoulder. This time Hidan peered at her, his pink eyes cloudy with sleep. When she refused to meet his gaze and stubbornly kept her eyes on the blue seat in front of her, he straightened up in his seat and rubbed his eyes.
"What the hell, pinky." Hidan hissed at the annoyed female, rubbing the side of his face that had a large red blotch from leaning for a long period of time. Looking closely at the his pink-haired partner he could see her usually lively green eyes were now dull and bloodshot red, her long pink hair that was usually tied up in a high ponytail was now extremely loose with strand hanging in her pale face; all in all she looked like a mess.
"We're landing in ten minutes, so you needed to wake up." The pinkette now looked at him in the eyes, her eyebrows still stitched together in a frown of annoyance. "And if you keep judging my appearance, I'm going to kill you."
"Jeez pinky, what crawled up your ass and died, seriously?"
"Well I'm sorry I can't fall asleep in any position like a normal person or I don't have enough hair gel in my hair to make it bulletproof." Sakura snapped at him, he simply chuckled in return, a large smug smirk made its way to his handsome face.
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The airport in England was jammed packed with people departing and arriving. Sakura who was five for four had to grab onto her six foot partner to keep from being swept away with the crowd; once getting their bags from baggage claim, they as Hidan put it "hauled ass" to the nearest taxi to get away from the zoo of an airport. Sakura wondered if the day could only go worse but when they reached the pub and inn known as The Leaky Cauldron, the day hit rock bottom. The place looked like a shack and was rundown on the dead-end street it was built on. Sakura climbed out and grabbed the four suitcases of clothes the pair had brought with them from Japan. She patiently waited on the sidewalk for Hidan who was paying the cab driver.
"Man, I've seen burning villages with building less shitty than this building." Hidan said, taking his suitcase from Sakura and walking towards the entrance, Sakura in tow. The inside of the pub seemed to reflect the outside as well, it was dusty and unkept. The pair made their way to the bar where the bartender was polishing some beer glasses idly for later use.
"Excuse me Sir, but we're looking for someone." Sakura stated politely, gaining the attention of the bored bartender.
"Who might you be looking for, miss?" The bartender replied, his voice a bit gruff from lack of use. He turned and set the glass on the self and whipped the cloth onto his shoulder before turning back to the rosette and her tall partner, his arms crossed as he looked at the odd pair.
"I'm looking for a lady named Rebecca Williams, sir." Sakura smiled a fake smile at the man, while Hidan mimicked the bartender's stance, the muscles under black long-sleeved shirt flexing. The bartender, upon hearing the name, tensed quite considerably, his eyes growing dark and cold.
"Why would you be looking for her, little lady?" The bartender asked his voice hard and the bored drawl gone. A vein bulged on Sakura's forehead from the "little" comment, she leaned in, placing her hands on he black counter top. Her sweet fake smile becoming dark and slightly malicious, her eyes darkened from the shadow over her face due to the dim-lighting.
"Because we have an appointment with her, and I think she would appreciate it if we weren't late, so please tell me where I can find her." Sakura whispered to the bartender before straightening herself back up and making her smile pleasant once again.
The bartender sighed before answering. "She in room five upstairs, just be careful, kid" Sakura nodded and walked off carrying her two huge suitcases, with Hidan following carrying his one suitcase. The bartender simply looked at the pink-haired girl with shock. Those bags were half the size of her and the boy had some sharp tool in his bag. Just what are these kids?