Around and around and around and-
(hahaha, can you see)
Around and around and around and-
(the pretty ballerina, do you see?)
"They adored me, simply adored me! I tell you, Shikamaru, I make this place come alive!"
It was late, almost midnight, and the carnival had been closed for one hour. After the final performance, there was nothing left to see. The rides seemed dull, the food had lost its flavor, and the many small attractions around the carnival were no longer entertaining in comparison to the marvel the spectators had just witnessed.
The staff and maintenance workers were busy closing down the carnival and locking everything down for the night, and nearly all the lights of the Unearthed had been dimmed and turned off. All of them, that is, except for one area of the carnival.
The carnival had wire fences all around so that no unwanted visitors could enter. There were four tall, thick, black poles holding up the fencing in each corner. No one paid any mind to them since the wires only added to the allure of the carnival, but what everyone didn't know was that a little further in was the spot where all the performers' caravans and equipment was kept.
And that was where all the light was coming from now. The tents were filled with women washing costumes and fixing props and men drunk and singing quite off key. In one of the far off tents used for costume change and makeup were two people, one shouting with all her might and the other trying as best he could to find some silence.
"I'm a star, aren't I, Shikamaru? A star! Ah, I love these Londoners. They're so much more interesting then those stupid townspeople that we keep performing for. And not to mention so much more attractive! But didn't you see me tonight? They loved me, simply loved me! I was dazzling," ranted the fair-haired girl as she sat at her vanity and removed her stage makeup.
The man sighed and rolled his eyes as if he had listened to this many, many times before, "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Ino. But you need to tone it down a bit, eh? I get that you like it flashy, but you know we're not that type of carnival, and your performance is just too... bright."
"Hm, far as you know," Ino hugged sulkily. "You hardly know anything about glamour, Shikamaru, and please don't tell me Kakashi asked you to tell me that. I swear, all these 'tips' are getting pretty annoying."
The spiky haired man rolled his eyes again and turned his head away from the blonde. Still slumped against the poll of the small tent with his arms crossed, he prayed for just a bit of quiet this night. Unfortunately, it seemed that Lady Luck was not to be on his side.
"Well, I don't really give a damn what Kakashi or any of the other managers think. It's my show and my skill, they can't tell me to change it. Besides, the crowd didn't seem to mind how bright I was. They loved me tonight! They didn't even want me to go," giggled Ino.
"Ha, too much hairspray gone to your head, pig?" intruded a new voice.
A boy with spiky blond hair and electric blue eyes walked into the tent with a foul expression on his face. His cheeks had strange whisker-like markings and his ears were slightly pointed at the top, but well hidden behind his messy hair. His teeth were sharper then the normal humans' would have been and his nails looked almost claw-like.
The boy passed through the curtains acting as a door for the tent and plopped himself down on the floor beside Shikamaru with a dirty scowl across his face.
"...And what's that supposed to mean, Naruto-kun?" Ino seethed in a nasty tone.
"What it's supposed to mean, Piggy-chan, is that they didn't not want you to leave, I had to pull you off the fucking stage, you fat bitch," Naruto snapped back.
"What was that?" Ino gritted out, grabbing the hairbrush sitting on her dresser and chucking it at Naruto's head.
"Heh, sounds like someone's in a bad mood. What's your deal, Naruto?" Shikamaru asked sleepily.
"Some fucking nutter out there kept asking me to multiply and have some kind of sick, million people orgy. Fuck'n sick people out here in the city, all goddamned pedophiles and shit," Naruto sneered with venom in his voice.
In a matter of seconds, Ino was off her chair and rolling around on the floor laughing hysterically. Shikamaru let a small smirk grace his face as he tried his best not to laugh as well. Naruto, however, was not so amused. He bared his teeth and snarled at the two making fun of him with a light blush covering his face.
"Fuck off, you fat ass whore," he hissed.
Ino just laughed harder and attempted to gasp for air.
"Y-your one to... talk... Why... Why don't you... fuck off... With all the pedophiles... yourself... loser," Ino attempted to retort, but by now she was laughing so hard that tears were coming to her eyes.
"Bitch, I-" started Naruto, but he cut himself off abruptly and stood completely still, trying his best not to move what so ever. His pointed ears begun to twitch slightly and his eyes stared wide and straight ahead at nothing in particular, almost like he was in a trance.
Shikamaru had quickly noticed Naruto's state and immediately clamped a hand over Ino's mouth to silence her. He knew full well what exactly it was that Naruto was doing, and he also knew he needed complete silence.
"...Naruto... What is it?" slowly whispered Shikamaru, cutting into the newly found silence.
"Shhh!" Naruto shot back, before continuing with his statue-like trance.
Ino, who was now getting annoyed and impatient towards Naruto's lack of a quick answer, was silently glaring at the blond boy. Shikamaru, however, had a hard look plastered across his face and was praying that whatever it was that was going on wouldn't be too horrible.
Naruto's ears twitched for the last time and then went entirely still. Slowly, a large smile begun to form on his lips, and in a bolt, he was up on his feet and jumping up and down hysterically, laughing like a lunatic to himself.
Ino glared harder and threw a discarded shoe from her costume at Naruto's head.
"Naruto, you idiot, what the fuck is it," snarled the blond girl.
Naruto, still hopping up and down and laughing, ran around the room and then out the door. Before Ino had enough time to scream for him to come back, his head popped through the curtains with the same grin on plastered across his face.
"HE'S BACK!"
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The Greatest Show Unearthed
Act Two
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The cheering of the crowds had died down now that the last traces of people had left the large stadium. It was late, almost closing, and the gates of the Unearthed were slowly starting to close out all its visitors.
Through the back entrance of the Big Top, the figure of a cloaked man could be seen swiftly exiting into the shadows of the night with haste. The way the man moved made it look like he was floating above the ground as he walked down into the maze of caravans and little tents. Passing drunken workers and helpers of the carnival, he remained unnoticed and undisturbed, moving faster and faster towards his destination.
Only the music of the workers could be heard, along with some loud shouting and moving of equipment. Fire pits were lit cooking food and drying laundry along with small candles and lanterns providing light in the darkness of the night. The cloaked man paid no mind to any of his surroundings, still just moving forward.
Finally, reaching a more deserted part of the camp site, the hooded man stopped at an old red caravan with 'The Puppet Master' painted across in black. There was no horse attached to the reins of the old caravan and there were a few others with the same writing on them following the first.
Climbing up the three little steps that led to the entrance, the hooded man swiftly pushed open the red door and walked inside, the door closing quickly behind him. Once inside, the man twisted his forefinger in an odd fashion and, in a flash, candles begun to light themselves creating a dim lighting throughout the small room.
Shadowy faces of little children could be seen hanging by long, thin strings all over the place. Taking a closer look, one could tell that they were not little children at all, but dolls. Puppets made of porcelain or wood hung from every corner of the room, each one different from the other. Strange clothing, hair all in different styles and colors, even their skin was every shade imaginable. The only thing that made them alike was their smile. Each one had the same eerie smile painted across their smooth faces.
In the far corner of the cramped room was a wooden working table. Unfinished puppets sat motionlessly, along with small carving knives and wood shavings. The man wordlessly shoved the objects aside and snapped his fingers again, lighting a small, almost finished candle on the table.
Slowly opening his cape, he revealed in his arms a pink haired doll with the same eerie smile, just like the rest of them. This one was larger then the rest, life sized even, and was by far more beautiful then any of the others.
The man set the pink haired doll down gently onto the wood table and began to study its form intently. His eyes traced every curve, every small detail of the puppet, absorbing in its image as if it'd been the first time he'd seen the doll in his life. He lightly brushed his pale hand across its lace covered stomach, slowly going higher and high. His ghost-like touch went up and across the puppets bust, past its bare, silky neck, and lightly brushed a stray strand of pink away from its face.
Reaching the pink doll's chin, he began to trace the outline of the puppets soft mouth and jaw, then gently stroking its cheek affectionately.
The hooded man's hand lingered on the puppets lips longer then he should have, but then in realizing his mistake, he quickly removed it. Fixing his posture, the man placed his pale hand almost an inch above the smiling doll's still face, his painted nails hovering in front of her eyes. Concentrating a small amount of his energy, the man was able to create a faint, white glow all around his hand. Slowly, he lowered his head down to the doll's ear and breathed out gently before speaking.
"Awake."
Obeying the whispered command, formerly lifeless green eyes fluttered and shone like they had just been fast asleep. The paleness in the doll's cheeks were now replaced with a healthy blush, and her mouth opened in a yawn. The once doll-like figure seemed to change in an instant from lifeless and fake to alive and very, very much real.
Still lying down on the hard desk top, the pink haired girl began to stretch out her legs and looked around the room in interest, her eyes stopping once she reached the hooded man. Giving a lopsided, tired smile, the pink haired girl reached out and spoke in a soft, sweet voice.
"So, how did you do tonight, Master Sasori? Did the crowd cheer loudly for you?" she gently chirped.
The pink haired girl reached up and removed the hood of the man with her creamy white hand. The black cloth fell from the man's face only to reveal a mess of fire-red hair and pale, almost ghost-like white skin. Light brown, reddish eyes were framed with thick black lashes and his lips were drawn together tightly, the ends slowly curving up into a smile. Any woman would find his looks quite appealing, handsome even, if it had not been for his cold, stone like demeanor that drew most away. Save for his little puppet, of course.
"We, Sakura. We did well. You danced brilliantly tonight. The crowds cheered very loudly for the both of us." softly spoke out Sasori in a deep, masculine tone.
Sakura shifted her gaze away from him and focused her attention in the opposite direction.
"No, Master. You're wrong. I-I...I can't dance without you, you know that. I could never dance so well... Not like the way you can make me..." Sakura barely whispered.
Sasori said nothing in return; he just kept his gaze focused on her small, delicate structure.
"...I wonder what its like, to hear them cheer. To feel them appreciate you... Love you... Is it a good feeling, Master? When the crowds cheer, I mean... Do you feel loved?"
Wordlessly, Sasori gently took hold of her chin and directed her line of vision towards his. Her vibrant emerald green eyes flashed brightly with the hidden threat of the liquid soon to fall from them. His surprisingly gentle caress on her cheek soothed her and before Sakura new it, Sasori had hunched himself down to her level, their proximity strikingly close.
"But that's where you're wrong, puppet... I don't need their love... Just...yours..."
And their lips collided.
From someone such as Sasori, one wouldn't guess that such a cold and stoic man could ever show so much passion in a kiss. His lips danced with hers like they were on fire and she was the only thing that could put it out. Sasori's arms had wound themselves around Sakura's small waist and her hands begun to clutch and weave their way through his hair.
The puppet master's hands began to travel up and down her body, harshly caressing every curve with lust and need begging to be quenched. They found their way to the bottom of her long, lacy white dress and slowly pushed the hem up to reveal creamy white legs as smooth as silk. Before he could go any further, Sakura broke the kiss gently. Panting out in a nearly inaudible whisper, she spoke with feeling.
"Please..."
And they parted.
For that was all she ever had to say. Never "No". Oh, a puppet, no matter how much they were transferred into a human, could never, ever so much as utter that word. Nor did they freely want to. To deny your master was the most punishable sin a doll could ever commit. They were bound by the strings that were attached to their limbs. That was their way. And Sakura never broke that law. She never, ever, refused Sasori. Only, when it came to matters such as these.
With a frustrated sigh, Sasori almost stomped over to the small window beside the door, leaving Sakura still lying on the table behind him. He could, if he wanted, continue. He could make her obey him; make her do as he pleased, to satisfy him as he pleased. But he would never. Because, in doing so, it would be admitting what she actually was. By making her do something she didn't want to do, Sasori would be realizing the truth, the truth that both he and his little doll had been working so hard to change for so long.
"I-I'm sorry..." her melodic voice whispered, cutting into the silence, "I just... Not yet... Not until I'm real... Real, like you. Then... then I want you to really have me... All of me..."
Letting out another quiet sigh, the red haired man turned away from the window and back to the girl on the table. She looked so innocent there; her dress pulled up almost to her waist, hair tousled and lips red from kissing, not to mention the heavy red blush that crossed her cheeks. She looked almost... edible, to Sasori. But, he knew he had to control himself. Control himself, until-
"Soon, puppet. Very soon, you'll become human, I promise you." his hand was now back to gently caressing her cheek, her hand atop of his.
"...And when you are, we'll leave this place, you and I. You'll become a dancer, and the crowds will cheer for you. We'll be together... Forever..."
Sakura opened her mouth to answer, but before she could get a word out, loud knocking was herd at the door.
"Master Sasori, Sir! Sasori! There's been an urgent meeting being called in the Big Top, all major and minor performers are required to attend! Sir, please hurry!" yelled a man as the knocking continued.
Sasori looked away from the door and lazily turned his head to face Sakura, who was now sitting up on the table with a curious look on her face.
"What do you think it could be?" she questioned softly.
Walking over to the door and putting his hood back up, Sasori opened it to see that the messenger was gone and now running to tell others, leaving them alone once again.
"...Whatever it is, we best hurry before Kakashi has a fit. Come, Sakura."
Hopping off the table and returning to her master's side, the two walked out of the caravan and back into the night, shutting the door with a slam.
The big tent was in a buzz.
In a matter of minutes, almost every single employee of the carnival was gathered together and busily talking amongst themselves. Minor performers and maintenance staff were complaining rather loudly at the oddity of being called for a meeting last minute and so late at night. Women gossiped, throwing out guesses as to what was really going. No one seemed to realize that all of the major performers were nowhere to be seen.
"What do you think it could be? Are we gonna be moving again?"
"I hear the Ring Master's gonna make an appearance tonight!"
"That's silly, why would we be moving when we just got here? Not to mention we're under contract for a few months."
"Ha, Ring Master appearing? That's absurd. My guess is that someone's gonna get fired... I just hope it's the damn Yamanaka. Did you know last night she-"
"Ha, like she'd leave so easily. It's probably about-"
"Maybe it has something to do with the huge show we'll be doing in a few months. I mean, its the largest city we'll ever be performing for, people all around the world will be coming to see us, we might as well start getting prepared now-"
"Oi, idiot. Shut up, Kakashi's gonna say something!"
"Huh, wha-"
People were starting to notice the figures of three people over by the side of the circus ring and slowly started to quiet down. The first, a woman with dark black hair tied into a respectable bun atop her head and with the oddest red eyes. She wore a plain red dress with a corset and plain black boots. Around her waist was a black belt with an assortment of pockets and hundreds of keys hanging from assorted chains. Her arms were folded across her chest and her piercing glare sent out shivers through most in the arena.
The second person was a rather tall man with a head of spiky black hair and a red bandana going across his forehead. He sported a roguishly short beard going just along his chin, giving him a defining look, and held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth. Leaning against the back boards of the Big Top's performance ring, he wore dirty worker's clothes and gave off an air of leisure.
Lastly, there was a man sitting on a fold-up chair between the other two. Known throughout the carnival as Kakashi, he lived up to his name with his spiky sliver hair and mysterious mask covering most of his face. With his feet lazily resting up on the table in front of him, he looked as if he was about to go to sleep if it had not been for the chilling glares he kept receiving from the red-eyed woman.
Giving a defeated sigh, Kakashi sluggishly raised his hand up to gain the others attention.
"Um... Attention... Everyone, please... Uh... Over here..." came out his barely noticeable voice.
"...Staff, please... Hmm... Everyone, attent-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, ASSHOLES."
Everyone immediately silenced, but for the few women who muttered about how improper it was for a woman to curse like Ms. Ino Yamanaka did. Sure enough, the blond woman strutted into the Big Top wearing what she claimed to be the latest fashions from France, which consisted of a long, frilly blue dress and a push up corset that left little to the imagination.
Following her was her loyal companion, Shikamaru, who was mumbling incoherently under his breath, and the energetic blond boy who was ecstatically jumping up and down and kept repeating something along the lines of "He's here, he's back! He's here, he's back!" over and over again.
"Err- Yes, thank you, Miss. Yamanaka." sighed Kakashi, "Well, hello everyone! Glad we could all get here on such short notice."
Quiet, angry whispers went around the crowd, but Kakashi just brushed it off with his usual easygoing smile.
"Well then, let's not beat around the bush here, hmm? Yesterday, a little bit after we finished setting up, I took in an audition from a boy who was applying for a job as a major performer."
Now, almost the entire room was in an uproar. No one, not ever, had ever been admitted into the Unearthed as a major attraction. Not since the first formation ten years prior. The classified jobs at the carnival were split up into three: staff, minor performers, and major performers. It was every minor's dream to become one of the star attractions, but no matter how talented someone was, they were still never let in.
"Please... Everyone... Please settle down... Uhh... Ino, could you...?"
"QUIET!"
Again, only silence could be herd.
"Thank you... Now, as I was saying, this isn't for certain. I've agreed to give him one chance to prove himself in tomorrow nights show, and if the crowd likes him then he'll stay. With that being said, I need staff to be ready to start construction on caravans, signs, maintenance and whatnot for the possibility that he joins. I want all minor performers to encourage the crowd tomorrow to go see the show and get them excited a bit, eh?
"So... I guess that's all... You can go now, but we need the major performers here for a... bit of a private meeting. Thanks, everyone" finished Kakashi.
A series of groans and hisses were herd as the majority of people in the Big Top sluggishly exited the room. It was a well known fact that anyone who was not a star attraction at the Unearthed was to be treated with less respect. Everyone always addressed the Major performers as 'Sir' or 'Master' to show respect, not to mention that these people were almost world renowned celebrities. Everyone envied the stars of the Unearthed, wishing that they too could be as glamorous and loved as them. The sad thing was that they truly didn't know how wrong they were.
Once the entire room was emptied out, the only people who could be seen were Kakashi, the man and woman at his sides, and Ino, Shikamaru and Naruto, who was still jumping up and down like an idiot. The air was thin and silence rung in their ears. The room looked almost near empty, but if is one looked carefully into the dark shadows that were left unattended, you could see the faint outline of bodies...
"...So, is he one of us then?" spoke up a new, deep voice from the darkness.
"Of course he's not. That's absolutely impossible. In fact, this whole meeting's a waste of my time if you ask me," shot back a rougher female voice.
"I agree. We haven't met one of our own kind in over a decade. Why would someone with our kind of talent show up out of nowhere now? Its absurd," agreed the next.
"Kill... kill... kill him... KILL HIM! HAHAHA! NOW, NOW, NOW!! THAT FACE, I'LL KILL IT! THA-"
"Shhh... Please, brother... But they're right, Kakashi. This is a complete joke, it has to be. He's probably just some kid with one too many tricks up his sleeve. We're going to be completely wasting our time tomorrow with his show when we could have a real performer in his place," voiced another from the shadows.
"Kill... kill... kill..."
"N-No, wait you guys, please!" argued back Naruto, "I know this guy, we go way back. He's genuine; his tricks are the kind of shit that I've never seen in my life! I mean, when I first sensed his presence here I couldn't believe how-"
"Oh? And how many times have those fox senses of yours actually been right, fuck head? For all we know he could be some-"
"Ino, everyone, please," interrupted Kakashi, "Naruto's right on this. Trust me when I say this kid's got something, something that not even a magician of my caliber can fully comprehend."
Soft mumbling went through the group of people hiding behind the darkness.
"...Well, we all know Kakashi can see through any trick possible... So if he couldn't even see through this guy, then he must be legit, right?" came out a female's voice.
"That's hardly the point. We can't just let an outsider in that we don't know anything about. Telling him all our secrets, him finding out all our little tricks. Its ridiculous." retorted another.
"Kill... kill... KILL!"
"...But what's more interesting is whether he's aware of the consequences of joining... Have you told him anything yet, Kakashi?" questioned a male.
"... He is aware. He fully accepts them and is more then eager to enter," answered Kakashi.
"Ha, that's how we know he's a fool. What pretentious sonofabitch would ever join something like this? By god, this guy must be some complete and utter idiot."
"Hn. I'm glad everyone's taking this so well, Kakashi," an unfamiliar voice said.
All heads snapped to the entrance to see a man and woman standing and looking out to the others. The woman wore a grey traveling dress and a tight grey mini coat over it. Her hair was pined back in a lavish bun and atop her head was a more extravagant hat with flowers over the top and black lace coming down to cover her eyes.
She was rather pretty with bright red hair and eyes, but she looked sort of plain when compared to the man standing beside her.
He was by definition, tall dark and handsome. Ebony hair kept spiky atop his head matched his onyx black eyes which gave an alluring contrast with his pale skin. He wore a regular black suit with a white shirt underneath, but his clothing failed to hide the outline of a lean and chiseled body. His beautify carved face was adorned with an emotionless expression and his eyes looked dull and bored.
"BASTARD!"
Naruto was now running at an irregular rate towards the two people at the door. Jumping up into the air, Naruto aimed to pounce onto the dark haired man, but fate, it seemed, was not too kind, and before he could land, the man moved aside and let him fall flat on his head.
"Dobe," greeted back the man in a monotone voice.
"Ahh, just in time!" smiled Kakashi, "Everyone, this is Sasuke Uchiha and his assistant, Karin. They'll be performing tomorrow night instead of the Puppet Master, if that's fine with you, sir."
A hooded man at the back of the room gave a curt nod.
"I've been meaning to ask for a night off this week to do some extra work anyways," came his reply.
The stranger named Sasuke shifted his gaze over to the one they called 'The Puppet Master' with curiosity. He analyzed his position which was leaning back against the far wall of the circus arena with his hands placed firmly across his chest. About to return his gaze to Kakashi, Sasuke noticed something in the corner of his eye, and for a fraction of a second they went wide.
There, standing beside the Puppet Master like it was the most natural thing, was the very puppet that had captured the audience with her dancing only hours ago. It was impossible, concluded Sasuke, completely impossible. He had figured out the Puppet Master's act a long time ago, he had been able to see every single trick he preformed, but never had he thought that his puppets were really... alive.
Sasuke knew he had to get a better look. He had to figure out what exactly it was that was going on here. If he miscalculated one tiny detail, looked over one small thing, his plans would be completely ruined. He needed to get to that doll. But not now. No, instead, he turned his head back to face Kakashi like everything was perfectly normal, his face still completely expressionless.
"Ah, thank you. I hope our audience won't be too disappointed with your absence. But for now, does anyone have any other questions?" asked Kakashi.
"Yeah, I got one! Like, why the hell are you letting him in here in the first place?" yelled out a man with a rough voice, followed by a dog's bark.
"Kill...Kill...Kill... Blood... Blood... Bl-"
Kakashi rolled his eyes, "We could use a fresh act in our show, something to get the crowd curious about. As managers, Kurenai, Asuma and I feel this guy's up for the challenge, and you have to remember that it's not our decision if he's in or not, but the Ring Master's. I don't think anyone here is going to speak against him?"
Once again, there was silence.
The members hidden in the shadows looked to one another to attempt to find something to say, but no words could come out. Nothing.
A man cleared its throat.
Heads snapped in the direction of the newcomers, or, more specifically, Sasuke Uchiha.
"...Listen, I'm not here for some petty drama with people who don't like sharing the spotlight. It's a job, nothing else. I'm not about to go off making little friends with any of you here. So, I don't really think its any of your concern if I join or not." spoke Sasuke in a clear, emotionless tone.
A voice burst out laughing, "Holy fuck, Kakashi, you've told him shit! Haven't you explained anything at all? Anything about what we are, what we really are?"
"...He's right, Kakashi. Just listen to him. He can't handle this." agreed a feminine voice.
"Alright, alright, I get it, and I'm sure that the Ring Master'll take your opinions into consideration. But for now, we wait until tomorrow to settle things. Now, it's late and we all need some rest." yawned Kakashi.
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Slowly, the outlines of the bodies hiding in the shadows began to fade away until completely gone. Not a sound was heard, not even a whisper. Any normal person would have found such a scene rather... disturbing. But then again, these people weren't really that normal.
Sluggishly getting up out of his chair, Kakashi walked over to Sasuke, passing by Ino was batting her eyes furiously and trying to pose, and Naruto who was still lying head first on the ground.
Almost walking completely passed him, Kakashi placed his hand on Sasuke's shoulder and didn't make eye contact.
"...Be careful, Sasuke. I don't know what exactly it is that you're planning, but it had best stop before it gets too far. You have no need to be here, to be in this carnival. You still have the choice of leaving this place. But once the Ring Master takes a liking to you, there is no out."
"Heh, so your that sure that he's gonna like my act then?" smirked back Sasuke.
Removing his hand from Sasuke's shoulder, Kakashi moved away and out the entrance. Not a single word had escaped form his lips, but Sasuke was sure of what he was trying to say.
He was in.
"Ha, a bunch of freaks if you ask me. I mean, by god, this place is utterly rediculous! Don't worry though, Sasuke, my love, they're probably just jealous. Jealous of someone taking away their spotlight.Whatever, we don't need them, we-"
He wasn't listening. She knew he wasn't. He knew she knew he wasn't. But he didn't care. And at some point, neither did she.
The cheap motel room was located in one of the... dirtier districts of London, to say the least. The room was barely bigger then a walk in closet and there was hardly any furniture but for an old, rundown bed, a night stand, and a tiny desk.
Sasuke sat hunched over the small desk, with papers scattered all over, old ink pots with barely any ink left inside, and feather quills looking ready to fall apart. Scribbling nonsense all over the paper, strange symbols and characters along with little notes on the side, Sasuke did not look away.
He had to figure it out. He had to.
How had he done it? How had that man been able to pull something off like that? It was impossible. It had to be. But what had bothered Sasuke more was the fact that he himself hadn't figured it out yet.
Things we not going according to his plan. Not at all. He had made sure that he was fully prepared and knew everything there was to know about the Unearthed before he entered. He had spent weeks, months, perfecting his art. Planning out everything carefully so he could execute his plan without flaw. But now, he was thrown totally off and there was no turning back. He had to figure out their act. And fast, before time ran out.
"...d that woman, what was her name? Imu? Inko? I didn't like her. She was a bit too friendly towards you, if you ask me, my darling. I mean, how improper of a woman to be so completely forward and-"
"Karin, that's enough. We have a long day tomorrow and we best get as much rest as possible." grunted Sasuke as he got up from his desk and begun to strip.
"O-Oh... O-of course, Sasuke, darling. You're perfectly right," agreed Karin, shifting her gaze towards Sasuke, who was now bare-chested and pulling up his pajamas.
Smirking, Karin slowly walked behind Sasuke and gently wrapped her arms around his waist. Kissing his shoulder and then going up his neck, she skillfully pressed her body close to his and whispered into his ear.
"You know... We don't have to go to sleep yet... But we could just go to bed instead."
Still trailing hot kisses down his neck, Karin managed to snake one hand down his abdomen and then lower into his loosely tied pants. Gently stroking him, she herd Sasuke growl lowly and push his body back against hers.
Feeling successful, Karin made an attempt to turn her body to she could be facing Sasuke, but as she did so he managed to grudgingly pull her off and look away.
"Not tonight. We need to be rested and prepared for tomorrow. I won't have any screw ups, Karin. Now get to sleep." his stress-filled voice muttered under his breath.
Pouting, the red haired woman moved away and into the cramped bed, leaving space for her partner. Closing his eyes and inhaling deeply, Sasuke joined her in the bed and the proximity of their bodies did not help the stress that was both plaguing his mind and now his body.
Allowing sleep to claim him, there was only one thought that ran through the young Uchiha's mind.
Tomorrow, his plan begun.
Around and around and around and-
(Now she's crying--
can you tell?)
Around and around and around and-
(Of course you can! Because the tears are red)
Around and around and around and-
(But it doesn't matter, silly,
..they're just tears of the dead)
Around and around and--
Act One:
Scene /End/
Author's Note:
Not like, the most exciting chapter in the entire world, but you know what? Deal. This chapter was more of a filler for all the exciting little yummies that are comming in the next chapter, which will be up by next tuesday. Unless I get a shitload of reviews, and I do mean a shit load. So yeah, this was supposed to be up by tomorrow, but I got board of keeping it to myself, so here we are, Not to mention that MA HOMIE, i.dance.in.the.rain, wanted me to update, so again, here we are.
Honest to god, the next chapter is like, amazing. My beta said so. So HA! Be patient, friends.
Did you like? Are more things cleared up for you? Yes? No. Thats too bad.
Just A Word To The Wise, this story will contain : graphic, mature content. Swaring, violence, sexual content, extreemly mature situations, and all the lovely little goodies that you know you all secretly enjoy so much. Some of the things in this story WILL be hard to handle, but trust me when I say its all for the good of the story.
Editor: Roses Of Sharon, my ever-beloved friend who was the first to read this story and kick me in the ass when I wrote somthing akwardly wrong. I love you.
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Next Time On The Greatest Show Unearthed...
Act Three: Ensorcelled
Sweat rolled down his forhead and a quiet sigh of relife escaped the boys lips. He was temped to smile, but didn't. Just as smirk would be sufficient for now. He couldn't think, he could barly breath. The insain screaming of the crowd was drowned away from his ears, the hug and feeling of his red haired compainions lips being pressed feveriently against his own was almost non existant. Only one thing was going through his mind at that moment one moment in time.
He did it.
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kthnxbi,
-Skyler