Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto plot or it's characters. I just like to play with them.

Summary: AU Itachi/Sakura. Passion. Desire. Love. Lust. The tango. A dance as old as the smile and just as charming. One young medical student. An attractive, demanding tango dancer. Strings are the building blocks of the Universe. Or so the theory goes...

Status: Incomplete

Rating: K+

Posted: 04/09/10

Author's Note: And old story about to be refurbished and continued since I loved it so much.

Sakura said farewell to the elderly couple and gathered the change left behind for her on the table. She gave Shikamaru the dirty dishes and proceeded to wash the small café table. Stashing the wash cloth in the water bucket, Sakura side glanced at Tenten. The brunette seemed a little nervous but no less handling it like a pro.

Not like my first time…

Sakura grimaced in memory of spilled coffee and ruined scones and burnt customers.

Eh, okay bad thoughts…

"Hey, Haruno!"

Oh God…Melissa…

Keeping forced cheer on her face, Sakura turned to the redhead.

"Yeah?"

"Did you see my book bag anywhere in the break room?"

Sakura walked into the small kitchen and dumped the dirty water out. Melissa followed closely behind as Sakura wrung the wash cloth and placed it on the counter. Melissa filled another bucket with water, chewing on her gum loudly.

Gum was the worst invention of man…

"No. Did you ask Choji or Tenten?"

"Nah, I'll go do that. Nice thinkin' Haruno!" Melissa clapped a hand on Sakura's shoulder and left.

"Sakura, another customer is waiting for her check!"

Drying her hands quickly, Sakura dashed out and gave the young girl her tab. Sakura thanked the woman as she paid and went in back to retrieve the wash cloth. In the corner of her eye, more customers entered through the front door.

It's not even 6:00 and it's already crowded! Damn it.

Sakura pushed through the door of the kitchen. Smiling at Shikamaru at the sink, she grabbed the cleaning supplies.

"This is too troublesome…"

Shikamaru glared at the stack of cups and plates then sighed. Sakura laughed and made her exit before the grumpy dishwasher could attack her with suds. The pink-haired waitress frowned as she noticed a male customer, drunk no less, slam a plate to the wooden floor. Some occupants of the room jumped, startled at the resounded crash and turned their heads to the source. Sakura sighed and side glanced at Choji.

Choji, taking the signal, walked over and grabbed the intoxicated man. The man's protests and slurred yells muffled the band's music. Choji disappeared into the back door with his load. Sakura sauntered over, and placed the cleaning bucket on the table. She carefully bent over and began picking up the broken pieces.

Murmurs of the crowed room slowly returned and Choji arrived back a moment after and resided to his post behind the bar.

I guess praying for a quiet night is too much to ask…

"Hey, Sakura?"

Sakura snapped up and her green eyes surveyed Tenten.

"Yes Tenten? Anything you need?" She plopped the broken plate in her hands next to the bucket and stood up. Grabbing the washing cloth she, dipped it in the water and started cleaning the tiled café table.

"Well, I was wondering if on Saturday you could work for me and on Monday I'll work for you."

Sakura grinned cheekily at Tenten and gave her a sneaky glance.

"Why? Got a hot date, Tenten?" The pink-hair girl's grin morphed into a smirk upon the reddish hue claiming the brunette's cheeks.

"No! It's just a training session in karate and kunai. Neji…I mean… my partner was going to help me earn my black belt and my certification for entering the aiming tournaments."

"Are you sure this Neji fellow isn't planning on some romantic dinner?" Tenten's face fell and her eyes shimmered slightly with unknown hurt. Noticing, Sakura quickly said yes and Tenten smiled, flicking water in Sakura's face.

"Thanks, Sakura…I'll repay you somehow!" Tenten turned to walk away when Sakura's voice stopped her.

"Promise me, you'll take care of your heart around this Neji guy. That's how you can repay me." Sakura gave Tenten a knowing smile and left to the kitchen with bucket and the broken plate in hand.

"Itachi, the Latin Dance Competition is in 6 months. What are you going to do for it?" Kakashi flipped a page and leisurely looked up at the young man.

"I do not know."

A snort emerged from the young man's right. Kakashi turned to the Mexican brunette.

"Is there something you would like to add Estelle?"

The woman sniffed indignantly and looked away.

"I proposed many dances to him but he just ignores me! I'm sick and tired of him dancing with me as if it's a chore! If we are going to be partners to win, I told him, then we have to dance like lovers! That's the passion and beauty of the dance!" She sharply turned her honey eyes to Kakashi and Itachi set his chin indifferently on his weaved hands.

"Well then…that does seem like a problem." Kakashi shook his head and looked at the abandoned dance floor. "Itachi what do you say to that?"

"We aren't compatible."

"Compatible?!" Estelle shrieked. "Who cares whether we are compatible or not?! We have a contract to dance with each other in the competition damn it! We have to actually WORK together. You… YOU… desagradecido...maldecir, isolente, desapasiondao, bastardo! ¡No puedo creer que tengo que bailar con ust-"

Raising a hand to cut Estelle's Spanish rant short, Kakashi folded his book closed and pocketed it in his coat.

"Estelle, I understand how you feel. Why don't you and Itachi dance for me here as you promised? I am the manager and I would like to see you two dance. The last time I saw you perform together was two months ago."

Pursing her lips, Estelle nodded stiffly. Kakashi was satisfied with her and glanced at Itachi. Unfazed, Itachi pushed the chair underneath him as he stood. He pointedly gave a hand to Estelle and she slipped her hands into his. They both walked to the dance floor. Itachi let go of his partner's hand and walked over to the band. After whispering a request in the leader's ear, Itachi traveled two feet away from his dance partner. Estelle turned to him and waited for the music to start to take the hand Itachi was holding out to her.

"Whoa! Hey look Ino! Someone's actually going to use the dance floor as a dance floor instead of a bed!" Choji whispered to the blonde owner. Ino instantly reddened and smacked him behind the head.

"That was ONCE Choji! ONCE!"

Shikamaru popped out of the kitchen door way. "Once what Ino?"

Ino clamped her mouth shut and blushed deeper. Confused Shikamaru looked at Choji for answers only to find his friend snickering almost at his expense, unable to answer. Shikamaru muttered a: "So troublesome" and shook his head disappearing into the kitchen.

"Hey I just took out the garbage so you have to replace the garbage bag an-Ino? What's wrong? You're all red…" Sakura touched Ino's arm and Ino, startled, squealed and fell off the stool.

"Um…Choji did it…" Wincing, Sakura looked around and quickly left to wait on one of her customers, leaving Ino yelling in her absence.

"Kakashi sir, would you like anything else?" Sakura's green eyes scanned the new hat and misplaced woman's black shawl on the two chairs. "Or perhaps something for your companions?"

Kakashi looked up at the young waitress and he smiled slightly under his mask. "No." His gaze pivoted to his dancers and the music began. Sakura, curious, followed his gaze and she gasped.

The man, facing slightly away, pulled the woman into his body and their feet tangled and weaved within each others steps fluently. Their hands interlocked arms sturdy and their hips brushed together. The man seemed to almost dominate the woman's movements. Sakura skimmed the woman's body language and blushed her self silly. The woman was practically molded to him! She looked down at Kakashi and observed the small frown behind that mask of his. Her pink eyebrows furred together in confusion. What could possibly be wrong about the dancers? Sakura fixed her eyes on the couple again and studied them. The woman was indeed beautiful. And her face was certainly flushed with exertion.

Sakura bit her lip as the woman drifted her leg around the man's thigh. The pose looked absolutely sexy and the music played with that thought. Enrapturing the soul, the music clambered gracefully within the dancers bodies. In a smooth switch of the wrist the young man (Sakura assumed he was young) turned his partner 180 degrees and bent her at the waist backwards. The woman lain against his arms limply and he dragged the woman dramatically across the dance floor. He snapped his head and glanced up. Sakura nearly dropped her pad at the sight of him. His face was absolutely gorgeous, pale and sleek, a feminine touch accenting his muscular jaw. His dark black eyes blazed a deep hue of red, slightly covered with his black bangs and Sakura felt she would faint. Her jade orbs widen as their glances met. Sakura's stomach clenched excitedly and her hand gripped her pen unnecessarily. The moment extinguished quickly as the attractive man pulled his partner to him and turned.

His left hand grasped the woman's right once again, firmly. And his right fell just below her exposed shoulder blade. As both dancers faced each other, Sakura felt something was amiss. There was passion in the music, in the dance, but not between the dancers. From the dances she had seen as a little girl, Sakura remembered the theatrics between the dancers themselves and the audience. The viewers were supposed to connect emotionally to what was being played out in front of them. Sakura neither felt nor saw anything remotely keen to passion or electrifying as lust in this performance. It was as if the dancers painted a picture as dull as coal. Now, Sakura understood why Kakashi frowned. The dancers weren't doing their best. Perhaps it was a bad night for them. Sakura could feel the song nearing it's end and chewed lightly on her bottom lip as the man calmly yanked the woman's leg around his hip and dipped with her, their bodies making a perfect upside down U. Applause and cheering from the café dwellers rumbled around the room, Sakura could faintly hear Ino yelling at Shikamaru to dance with her like that and she smiled slightly and joined in the clapping.

This isn't good, Kakashi thought. Their steps were flawless and perfect. Their response to each other, unfortunately, was uninteresting. Enthusiasm was zero in their tango, which is exceptionally needed for the tango to work! Kakashi shook his had sadly and dug a hand in his lopsided hair. Just as he feared, Itachi didn't feel the need to express and it extended out to Estelle.

Damn.

Sakura eyed the man with scrutiny and found her gaze unable to move from him. He sparked something within her and she didn't want that to go quite yet. As both dancers removed themselves from the dance floor, Sakura's eyes moved to his face again only to find reddish-black staring right back. Sakura blushed and quickly adverted her eyes to her left.

Crap…I really need to stop doing that…I hope I'm not blushing…God…am I blushing?? I am! What the he-

"Sakura…"

Yanked from her thoughts, Sakura looked down at Kakashi. "Yes?"

"Could these dancers of mine have two glasses of water, please?"

"Huh? O…Oh! Of course! Be right back Kakashi sir." Purposely avoiding the handsome male dancer's face, Sakura walked hurriedly to the bar. Sakura gave Choji the order and sat down, puffing out slightly, dropping the pen and pad to the counter. Sakura rubbed her temples slightly. Maybe lack of sleep finally caught up with her this Thursday…

"Itachi, Estelle, the movements were brilliantly perfect." Estelle proudly glowed and Itachi remained unresponsive.

"But, your ardor towards each other was noticeably absent. That is inexcusable. You two are professional dancers! You should know, emotion is the key effect of the tango. I'm disappointed." Kakashi scratched his forehead.

"Estelle, I'm sorry but you are not liable for Itachi's dancing partner. I will be searching for a replacement, tomorrow."

"WHAT?! I'm under a based contract! You can not just let me go like this! You need me damn it!" She slammed down the on table.

Itachi spoke.

"The contract stated we would dance together for at least two months, then it would be decided if you would accompany me to the Latin Dance Competition. Kakashi will most likely find me a better replacement."

Estelle huffed and nearly pushed the chair down as she angrily stood up. She grabbed her shawl and glared at both men.

"You do not know what you are missing out on! Imbécils!" Estelle, jerked open the door and strutted out, slamming the door behind her.

Sakura blinked after the woman, and placed the waters on the table. "I guess you only need one Kakashi?"

"No, Sakura, I'll drink the second one." Kakashi sighed.

Concerned, Sakura gave Kakashi a warm smile. "You all right Kakashi? Anything you need?" Sakura virtually tripped as she watched him pull the orange book out again and ignore her.

WHAT THE...?!

Sakura's right eye twitched slightly and she glared at the silver-haired man. "I can't believe you have no shame, reading perverted novels…in public…"

Kakashi looked up at her and his eyes twinkled. "Not many can read Japanese so they hardly no what this is." He returned to his reading.

"That's not the point…" Sakura muttered.

"Then what was your point?"

"Apparently not going to get through your stupid skull."

Sakura quickly turned to the man she was practically ogling before and felt herself blush. She swallowed and smiled at him. Sakura cleared her throat. "Is there something I can get you, sir?"

"No." His eyes strongly held hers and Sakura could feel her blush returning. Sakura's body oddly responded to his attention and she felt a tickling sensation sparkle within her veins. She broke her stare, nervously looking away, but not before noticing his questioning quirk of an elegant eyebrow.

"W…Well then if you to are all right, I'll just bring the check. Is that alright Kakashi sir?"

"Hmm."

I'll take that as a yes…

Sakura turned and walked over to the register, calculating the check, all the while, still feeling a white hot gaze burn against her back. The pink-haired waitress shivered and ambled back to Kakashi's table and hastily left the check there. Sakura forced her self into attending to her other tables, and didn't notice the men leave or the mysterious dancer watch her as he departed.

Exhausted and tuckered out, Sakura fell into bed without removing her waitress uniform. She set her alarm clock and succumbed to a deep sleep.

Buenas Noches

Good night.

Author's Note: I know that my paragraph including the description of the dance is soooooo not correctly indented and it should have been a one paragraph but I found that it would have been too difficult for readers to, well, read in this format. So I did the necessary changes. :P

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