Chapter One: Her Master's Mission

"And this time…don't fail me…"

The blaring music, the blinding lights, the smell of sweat that dripped down the bodies of the young adults, it was your classic nightclub. Deep within the city, hidden behind crumbling, out of date, seedy buildings, where only members and their guests were allowed to enter, Club X. Simply named for its reputation in the customers need for sexual banter. It was a place where sex was simply something to do. A convince for the people. It was a place where the rich land owners and power hungry lords could find a simple one night stand or courtesan. It was also where the crime lords made their headquarters. Their own ladies of the night would pose as an easy lay or seductress of the men and lead them to the rooms hidden beneath the floorboards or behind the walls where that which is unspoken would begin and end with a bloodbath. Of course, the mess would always be cleaned up before the next unlucky fellow would be foolishly led in.

"Your target, Higarashi Nobu. He is the boss of the fastest growing company in this country. He finances his growth through fine women, getting them to create "relationships" with his competition. Said nights would then be used as blackmail. With his competition fearing their ultimate demise they bow to him and his business grows. Simply eliminate him, he has a liking for women like you, so it should be easy. Good luck my dear."

She nodded to her boss. It was ironic, he was a power hungry lord himself and he made his business off of killing other lords on requests. You would think he would become a target himself, I guess that's what you get when you start the world's most notorious underground sex and murder empire.

"Don't forget your disguise my dear," he nearly hissed.

"Yes, Lord Orochimaru," she finally spoke in her sensually husky voice. He tossed her a black wig that would fall to the small of her back. She slipped in on carefully, as to hide all of her exotic pink hair beneath it. Her smoldering green eyes popped against her alabaster skin and the cascading black waterfall on her head. She was dressed in a silky red tank top that was modest yet extremely sexy. It allowed the men she targeted to use their imaginations. She also wore a short black skirt that hugged her curves tightly and black boots that laced up to her knees. Standing at 5 foot 6 and having all the right equipment, Haruno Sakura had been discovered at the young age of 16 by Lord Orochimaru. She had been living on the streets after the brutal murder of her family only a year earlier. She still bore the scars of the encounter that left her craving revenge. She had taken the job that Orochimaru offered because of his promise to help her with her revenge. She had become strong and now at the age of 21 she was itching to meet her final target. For now however, she was stuck seducing one man after another, taking on a different identity each night, and taking down men who meant nothing to her, all in the hopes of one day, running into him.

"He will be here in a few minutes. You are to meet him at the bar; he will be waiting at the end of it in the last stool."

"Yes, my lord," she bowed and turned on her heel letting herself out of her masters chambers. Another night, another act, another kill; it was the same each and every night. Tonight would prove to be interesting she hoped. Most of the men she had to seduce were little to no fun, but with Nobu's reputation, she could hope for a little more excitement. Sure enough, when she made her way from the secret hiding place where Lord Orochimaru had cleverly disguised their hideout, she spotted her target. He was right where he was supposed to be sipping on what looked from a distance like bourbon. She grimaced inwardly, that kind of alcohol took forever to get off her skin. She hated the smell; still, a job was a job. Like a cat Sakura slipped on over to him, he didn't even notice her until she spoke.

"Are you waiting for me," she whispered against his ear. He visibly jumped and shuttered at the warm breath and sudden contact.

"I've heard of you. The woman of every man's desire, pale skin like snow, black hair like ebony, and eyes greener than the grass on the rolling hills. Your reputation around here is legendary; I should consider myself lucky to be so close."

"Yes you should be Nobu-san."

"So you know me?"

"How could I not? One of the most powerful lords, oh my, tonight must be my lucky night." She giggled like a school girl with a crush as she pressed her body closer to his.

She would flirt with him and the game would begin. A few words whispered against the shell of his ear that would make him want her. She would lead him on, working him up more and more, feeling his body temperature rise, understanding his pure lust for her that surrounded him like a thick cloud. Then he would be given what he wanted, or so he thought, until her coup de grâce.

"Would you like to dance," he asked her, finally facing her full on. His eyes widened in shock, he was captivated. She smirked, "Only if you let me lead," she responded. He gulped and nodded. She smiled full on, a dazzling smile like diamonds and grabbed his hand leading him to his feet and pulling him to the dance floor where many young adults were blissfully unaware of what happened behind the hidden walls of the club. She began to sway with the music still holding his hand and he swayed, not nearly as gracefully. His dancing was more like a drunken monkey. Sakura rolled her eyes, this wasn't going to be as promising as she thought, but it had begun. She had to finish the job.

She turned her back to him and began to grind against him, he laughed lowly, "I see you are enjoying my company," he said placing his hands on her hips making her grind into him harder. "It would seem I am," she said back as she inwardly retched at the feeling of his excitement being pressed into her hard. This man made her sick to her stomach. She swayed in combination with the grinding he was making her do. She could feel his arousal, it made her sick. She wanted to get this over with fast. "What would you say to a…private…audience with me," she whispered silkily. He nearly growled in his throat. "I would accept that audience, when and where?" Checkmate, all men were fickle. Visual creatures, offer a little game and they are there. "Now," she said adding a little bit of lust to her voice. It was a well practiced version of speech, and it all added to the act. "Follow me," she said, her eyes clouding over. He did so quickly, very willingly.

"It has to be quick, just in case people noticed us leaving together," she said.

He nodded, "Of course. You know, I don't even know your name."

"You don't need to know it, you won't be using it again," she said.

"What?"

Sakura tapped on part of the wall, they had walked far away from the clubbers on the dance floor. Nobody would see them now. The wall slid back showing a hallway lit only by a candle every few feet. "Trust me," she told him. She gave him a sultry look and he seemed to melt inside like butter. He stuttered a vague "okay" and followed her. The wall slid back into place the second both were over the threshold. "There is a room just down this hall, nobody will hear us," she told him.

"Just you and me," he asked. She nodded giving him a sweet smile as she walked backwards keeping her eyes locked on him. She led him to the room and he followed like a little lost puppy. Inside the room was red and gold tapestries, a futon that look like it belonged in a palace and candles provided the only light. "Lay down," he said attempting to take the lead in the situation. "Why Nobu, so forward, I like it," she said. He nodded as watched her ease herself onto the futon her legs crossed over each other in an intimate fashion. He wanted her, wanted her so bad that it hurt, and she knew it. She could see him shake as he shut the door behind him, she could see the sweat beading on his forehead as his own body temperature rose higher. She could see him undressing her with his eyes. She almost found it comical; the way men always seemed to act when this started to happen. He kneeled down to her level eyes locking on her. "Are you sure," he asked in a shaking voice, like he was afraid she would reject him at the last moment. "As sure as I ever was," she said easing a soothing sound into her words. She needed him weak and helpless before she could carry out her plan.

He kissed her with hesitation, like he had never been with a woman. It made her want to laugh how cautious he was. "Come now, Nobu-san. I know you can do better than that. Show me what a real man is capable of." That did the trick, Sakura was certainly surprised. Nobu slipped his tongue into her mouth and kissed her hard. He was a little sloppy but it was different from how any other man had reacted with her. It normally took them longer to warm up to her. Orochimaru had been right; Nobu did have a thing for women. "Oh, Nobu, don't stop," Sakura moaned out hoping to get Nobu a little more unaware of what was about to happen. It worked again. He crawled more on top of her, kissed down her neck and licked back up. In her mind it was kind of gross but it felt good so she could excuse the oddness of the situation. He had uncrossed her legs and was resting one hand on her upper thigh while the other was toying with the end of her shirt. He pulled her shirt off in one quick movement, continuing to play with her breasts still confined in her lacy bra. "You're like an angel," he murmured. "An angel of hell is more like it," she whispered. "Why would you say that," he asked her. Without any warning Sakura sat up quickly, pushing Nobu off of her. She straddled him keeping him pinned to the floor. His eyes widened in fear of the beautiful woman on top of him. From under the futon she produced a thin, long, and gleaming in the candle light blade. "Only one of us will leave this room alive, Nobu-san. You have struck fear into the hearts and minds of people for far too long. You use women for your own selfish causes. My Lord Orochimaru has asked me to rid this world of scum like you!"

"You work for Orochimaru," he nearly screamed as he thrashed beneath her trying to force her off of him. His hands grabbed at her trying to throw her off balance. He clawed at her body, tearing her bra off in the process and leaving long red marks across her chest. Sakura attempted to bring the blade down into the man's heart but his hands blocked her target. She used her knee to hit him right where it would hurt most, causing him to freeze for just a moment, a moment that was long enough for her blade to impale his heart. He screamed in pain and anguish, "You little bitch!" Sakura pulled the blade back up causing a waterfall of blood to rain over her, Nobu, and the beautiful furnishings. He lay dead and unmoving below her, she breathed deeply, inhaling the coppery scent that hung in the room. Her entire body was covered in his blood. She stood up slowly, walked to the door and opened it. Standing against the wall was Orochimaru. "Well my dear, judging from your looks, your mission was a success." His eyes lingered on her bloody breasts, the sadistic bastard. "Yes my lord," she answered no emotion in her voice. He pulled a shirt out from underneath his, "Put this on. I don't want anyone looking at you the way I do as you make your way to your room." The shirt was simple and white when Sakura pulled it on, but it quickly turned red-ish brown due to her blood covered body. "Thank you my lord." She bowed and made her way to her room. "Good job my dear, one more target down. You are one step closer to your goal. The cleaners will dispose of his body soon. When you get to your room, wash all of his disgusting blood off of yourself, and wait for me. I am in need of your special company tonight," he hissed the last sentence.

"Yes my lord," she whispered. She knew he could hear her.