(they call her) M i s s M u r d e r
Take my hand, understand
Enjoy this fleeting moment
In gentle, breaking silence
Chapitre deux:
(they call her)
S h a m e l e s s
When Sakura got back to her apartment that morning, in a town three hundred miles away from the one that she had just gotten married in a month ago, she was sure that they wouldn't be able to trace her, wouldn't ever be able to find her. The money had been withdrawn the night before, and was buried in an undisclosed location, and would stay there for at least three years before she even dared to access it. Her wig had been burned and her contacts had been flushed down the toilet there. She looked nothing like she did before, with wild, windblown pink hair and vivid peridot eyes, her red lips had given way to lush dark pink ones, and her formal clothes had been replaced with casual indigo skinny jeans, black booties, and a grey v-neck t-shirt.
The first thing she did when she walked through her front door was rush to the bathroom, strip off her clothes, and crank up the water in the shower as hot as it could go.
She felt dirty, absolutely disgusting. It would be weeks before she could wash that man's touch off her skin, months before she'd be able to think back to her (24th or 23rd marriage in counting, she wasn't quite sure where he was anymore, she'd stopped keeping track a while ago) fondly, and even start to believe she could start spending that dirty money (she'd take great pleasure in that, like she always did).
She stepped under the blistering hot water jets and stood there, reaching for the loofa and the bar of soap that had been unused for the past three months, and began to scrub, as she always did when she first got home. All she wanted was to get him off of her, to get them all off of her. She wanted to feel clean again.
She scoured her flesh until it was pink and raw, but it wouldn't go, just as it never did, but it was always worth a try. Her hair came next, though it felt relatively cleaner compared to her chest and thighs. (She can't remember how many hands have touched there, how many lips have grazed there)
And when she is done, and the blistering hot water continues to burn her delicate flesh, she falls to the shower floor, curling her knees to her chest and cries.
She's a whore, and she knows it.
But it's so worth it, if it weren't for what she did, she wouldn't be able to live such a life as the one she did then, and she'd have to go back to living on the streets.
She supposed she had enough money to support her for a long while, but with her shopping habits (Temari had always told her that people shopped because they hoped to fill the hole in their heart with things) she would probably only last a year or so.
She bought clothes, wigs, cars, shoes, houses, she had everything she could possibly want, but she still wanted more.
She wouldn't be satisfied till she had it all.
When she gets out of the shower, she goes and curls up in her living room, clicking on the TV. The news is on, but she already knows the headlining story.
"Serial killer, Miss Murder, strikes again!" The anchor announces in a fakefakefake concerned theatrical tone, "This time, prestigious lawyer, Tomoe Fugiko is found in his office, shot between the eyes. Once again, it is certain that he took part in sexual activities immediately prior to his death. We are certain that this is another killing by the famed Miss Murder, and we urge all single men with money to be careful who you're approached by." The show cuts to a clip of a body being wheeled out of the Tomoe manor into an ambulance, a white sheet obscuring the face of the victim.
She giggles. It's so easy not to get caught, so easy to hide from the law, so easy to do whatever it was she wanted.
A face appears on the television screen and it is her wedding photo, a picture of both the late Tomoe Fugiko, and his wife Kaori.
"Tomoe Kaori is currently the number one suspect in the murder of Tomoe Fugiko. All of his assets disappeared the day prior to his murder, and Kaori is no where to be found, and no one has even the slightest of clues to where she could be. If you know the whereabouts, or anything regarding, Ms. Tomoe, please dial the number on your screen.
Sakura scoffed, as if she'd be as stupid to talk to any of Fugiko's friends regarding herself, all of their conversations had been shallow and completely overly polite and impersonal. They knew absolutely nothing about Tomoe Kaori, except that she was exceptionally beautiful and made her husband a very very very happy man.
"And now to our next story!" A handsome young man flashed across the screen, "Uchiha Sasuke, CEO of Uchiha Incorporated has announced the opening of a New York branch of business!"
A female anchor sitting to the right of the overly smiley male one grinned and faked a look of surprise, "Oh wow! What does Uchiha Incorporated make anyway?"
The male anchor turned to his cohort and immediately responded with a scripted, "Military weaponry and computer software. They truly are quite the scary company."
"Now they'll be making it for the American's too, I presume?" The woman asked, trying her best to look interested, but failing completely.
Sakura, however, sung a different tune. Military stuff? This company was bound to have a hell of a lot of money. Her interest captured, she couldn't help but lean forward a little, eyes and ears completely focused on the television screen.
"Oh yes, as one of Japan's biggest allies, it seemed fitting that they would be gifted with such a privilege."
Sakura's eyes flickered down to the laptop that sat on her coffee table. She needed more information.
Flipping open the laptop after so long felt great, Tomoe Kaori was supposedly terrible with electronics. She felt a surge of excitement as the screen flickered to life with a loading bar. UCHIHA INC. flashed brightly across the screen.
Why hadn't she noticed that before? So Uchiha Inc. made computer software for private computers as well? How many doors did this company have it's foot stuck?
Clicking on the small blue e in the corner of her destop, she navigated her way through the search engines, finally ending up on a page that looked promising.
"Run by the esteemed Uchiha Sasuke after the passing of his father and mother, and the disappearance of his brother, Uchiha Inc. is celebrated as one of the most innovative companies of our time and is expected to climb even higher in the world's market."
Uchiha Sasuke, huh?
She googled his name, and the first link that popped up, she clicked.
"Uchiha Sasuke: Richest man in the world?"
A picture of who she assumed to be Uchiha Sasuke hung beneath.
She went slack jawed.
He was younger than any of her previous marks, with strong masculine features that seemed so chiseled and perfect however, they seemed almost girlish in the delicate details of them. With thick raven hair that hung in his eyes and spiked out dangerously at the back, and deepdeepdeep onyx orbs set in his eyes, he was easily the most attractive man she had ever set eyes on. His lips were set into a stern scowl, which led her to believe he either didn't like having his picture taken (but how could someone with such a beautiful face not like having their beauty saved forever?), or he was an incredibly serious man, and his hands were set in his pockets firmly, pushing the expensive looking fabric of his suit coat back and away from his perfectly sculpted hips, and he was rather tall.
…. She was salivating wasn't she?
Swallowing hard, Sakura scrolled down and began to read the article. It was the first sentence that made her decision.
"Uchiha Sasuke's assets, when compared to any other billionaire's, would easily pin point him as the richest man on the planet."
Uchiha Sasuke, you have officially caught the attention of Miss Murder, the Black Widow, the Bloody Bride. (She'd always preferred Miss Murder to all her other serial killer names)
She had found her new mark, and so quickly, she didn't even have to do that much research.
She'd wait a week, and then she'd strike, but not as Haruno Sakura. She'd have to devise a whole new persona for her next endeavor.
A/N: Oh dear, oh dear, seems like Sasuke-kun's just landed himself in a spot of trouble. He'll have to be careful, because I don't suppose Sakura plans on playing nice. But I'm sure she'll find Sasuke-kun more than enough of a challenge.
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-Charlotte