I want to give a big thank you to everyone who read the first chapter and is giving a chance to my story :)

To reply to the reviews:

Guest1: Firstly, I want to thank you for wishing me good luck! It was so sweet of you:) About the pair yes it's so appealing and one of my favorites(I don't know why btw). In fact I rewatched the movie about two weeks ago and got way to obsessed with the chemical bath scene! It's pure gold, for God's sake! It was after that that the idea struck me and here we are. Ta da! I hope you'll like this chapter too ;)

Guest2: Yes, it's true that he does so, but not in the Suicide Squad. There he really cares about her. Nevertheless, I respect your opinion.

Guess/Guest3: I believe you'll get your answer in this chapter. But to let you know, he will make an appearance in this story so don't worry ;)

anonymousfetishes: I know that it is very frustrating when someone starts a story and then suddenly abandons it. There are too many good stories in this site like this. I hope you liked the first chapter and I hope to see you again on the reviews!

CherryxIcedxKisses: Who doesn't love them? They're obsessing, really now. I can't wait for a movie to be made about them, with Jared and Margot, because I so freaking love them!

Now, off we go!

Predator and Prey

Inside was…..cold. Not unpleasantly cold, but nevertheless it was cold for my tastes. The room had a blinding white color mixed with a dark grey. From what it held inside it reminded me of a prison cell, from the single metal bed to the old, rusty sink in the other end. The only exception was the table placed in the middle if the spacious room, with two chairs on opposite ends. But there was a single problem. He was not there.

'What in the world,' I thought as I blinked sometimes , trying to understand if my eyes were playing tricks on me or he wasn't really in here. 'Don't tell me he managed to escape again!?'

"I am deeply sorry to sadden you, but I have not escaped," I heard a deep, alluring voice behind her, its owner's breath tickling my ear as he spoke. "I am still here. For now"

"Did I say that loud?" was the only thing I could answer him, to witch he replied only with a simple Aaa. "Well then, please sit down so that we can begin our session." I tried to sound as professional as I could, but in the same time to seem and a bit friendly so that he would not feel as like I was bossing him around, which definitely wouldn't help me in my case.

Without making a sound or muttering a word, he made his way from behind me to the chair the farthest from me, giving me the chance to see him properly. And what I saw, made me almost loose my voice.

He was beyond handsome. With pale skin, inky messy black hair and deep onyx eyes, he was a face you'd kill to have. Strong jaw and sharp cheekbones, as well as a straight regal nose and thin, but full lips, he was the dream of every woman. And of every man, I would add, because even if I was a man, I'd still want to bang him.

Furiously, I shook my head, trying to erase these not so unpleasant thoughts from my mind, but which I found a bit difficult with the Devil himself sitting there in his whole glory for everyone to admire. With a newfound determination and guts, I sat down on my chair, tucked a pink strand of hair behind my ear and introduced myself.

"I am Dr. Sakura Haruno and from now I'll be your psychiatrist. You will adress me as Dr. Haruno and nothing else during our sessions, when you are expected to answer truthfully at everything I ask you." I said sternly and waited for a reply, a reaction or anything he could do as I stared at him. He didn't respond immediately. He just stared at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes, a smirk on his face showing that he probably found the whole situation quite amusing.

"My psychiatrist?" he asked as if he had been told the stupidest thing in the world."Did you bring your dolls then with you, Dollface?" He now had his hands on the table and I could get a better look at the famous snake tattoos on his forearms.

From what I could see, they were both of the same kind, probably a poisonous one, if I took into account his character. A snake tattoo for the snake of Konoha. How fitting.

"I am waiting, Barbie," he spoke again, this time a poisoning smile on his face. "Ken is waiting for his Barbie doll." He said that with a slightly high voice and moved his head trying to mimick cartoons.

Ugh. He was trying to get at me, by indirectly commenting my hair color, that I knew always made me seem childish and too girly even for a girl, despite my serious character and foul temper. Politely, I smiled at him and tried to go on with my session, brushing aside his silly remarks.

"You've been caught seven times during those twenty years of your criminal activity." I started speaking, twirling my closed pen on the blank paper resting on my dark green clipboard, his dark child eyes studying every move I made. "In the past," I continued,"you've been affiliated with organizations such as Akatsuki except of leading the famous Taka and Hebi groups."

Surprising me, he got up and once again got behind me, lowering his heard so that his lips almost touched my ear, his seductive voice whispering to me. "Wanna know a secret Doctor?"

His cold breath was freezing my neck, ask he still hadn't moved from where he was and had trapped me between his strong arms, which he bad put on the table, to hold his weight, his muscles flexing as he did so. Closing my eyes to the sensation of him being so close to me, I nodded my head.

"There are no two groups Candy. Only one, with two names." As he whispered those words, I could feel a smirk forming on his lips, before he started laughing maniacally, the sound of his laughter echoing through the whole room.

But what he had said to me was something. It was a start to what I was aiming to do. To get information out of him. Trying not to freak out by his laugh, I scribbled that down to my clipboard and asked him to sit down. He did so, and used his left hand to rest his heard on, a boring expression on his devilishly handsome fac-

What the hell I'm thinking!?

"Why did you become a criminal?" was my next question, my pen ready to write down anything he said.

"Why did you become a psychiatrist?" he asked me, trying to turn the tables, still in the same position, the only difference being the hand he brought before his mouth, as he yawned in a bored manner.

"It's not you asking me questions Uchiha, but the other way around," I replied him, my temper starting to show.

He didn't do anything except of laughing. Laughing and laughing. And in the end of his moment, he just comments me as a 'fiesty little kittten.'

That little…

"Come on doctor don't be such a boring person," the Uchiha said a smirk making again its way to his lips. "Everyone asks me the same questions again and again. Why did I become a criminal and blah, blah, blah. I have memorized all of them. Let's be a bit creative. Entertain me Doctor."

That irked my I interest. What was he up to now? Nothing good, that was for sure, but I decided to let him speak.

"That's a good idea actually. What do you suggest?"

"Hmmm…."he muttered, rubbing slightly his chin with a finger from the hand he was resting it on. "We both ask questions to which we both reply. Truthfully." he said and waited for my answer or reaction.

I thought about it. Talking to him about me, would violate the rules of the asylum, but then how would he know I'd I answered truthfully? I was the psychiatrist, not him. So I agreed.

The Uchiha smiled. He smiled and not smirked as he had done until now. "Very well then Sakura," he hissed my name, the way he spoke it, how it rolled from his tongue giving me a strange, funny feeling. "But known that I know it when someone is lying to me, so don't think about doing it."

I looked at him with a shocked expression. How did he…..Don't tell me he can read my mind. No,no, that was impossible. Focus on your session Sakura! Focus!

"I don't remember giving you permission to call me with my name," I smiled at him, waiting for his response. Some seconds later, he too smiled at me, a smile screaming only a word. Danger.

"No one gives me permission to do anything," he sensually whispered to me, his lips looking too much inviting for me to take, as he brought his face near to mine, my green eyes clashing with his onyx ones. "I get permission myself, and when I want something, I always get it."

'Run away Sakura. Run. RUN!' But my legs wouldn't move, my body don't wanting to comply, listen to my brain. But instead, my body wanted to stay there, to be near to him.

"Is that so, Sasuke?" I asked him, calling him too with his first name, wanting to return the favor.

"I like it when you say my name," he drawled, now being extremely close to my face, his cold manipulative eyes similar too those of a predator ready to catch its prey.

"Well, it's a shame," I started speaking bringing my face closer to his, "because I don't like it when you say mine."

He raised his perfect eyebrow at my comment, disbelief clearly shown on his face, as finally moved his head, putting a distance between our faces. "You've hurt my feelings, kitten," he said, trying to make a pouty face, "but do tell me, is pink really your hair color?"

Then, he brought his hand to my face and caught a strand of my pink hair, caressing it softly and carefully, as I looked him, shocked by his actions. "So soft," I heard him comment, before jumping from surprise, when he caressed my cheek, his pale and cold fingers sending me jolts of electricity. "So smooth," he said as he did that, the sound of his voice waking me up. In a swift motion, I jerked my head, his hand dropping down as laughter once again filled the room.

"Well doctor? What's your answer?"

"M-my answer?" I looked him questioningly for a while, before it clicked in my mind. "Ah, my hair color!" I yelled and felt my cheeks flushing from embarrassment. "Yes, it is. I'm a natural pinkette."

"It is beautiful," I heard his deep voice telling me, "and it really suits you." He made a pause before voicing his next words. "And you're really beautiful too."

"I-," I started speaking but was at a loss of words. 'He called me beautiful! Uchiha Sasuke, who was like a god himself, called me beautiful!' screamed the fangirl in me. But then I came to my senses, almost slapping myself for my behavior. He was a fucking criminal, known for manipulating everyone. And I almost fell for one of his tricks. "I don't think I can believe you're telling me what you really think." I answered him. "You're not persuading me."

"Oh? Is that so?" the Uchiha asked me, acting as if he had seen hurt by my words. "You've hurt my feelings kitten, and that won't do." Now a dangerous smile was showing on his handsome face, "Too bad that during our next sessions, you'll find that I can be very...persuasive." His voice had dropped dangerously low as he spoke these last words. "Is that so, sweetheart?" I asked him with a sweet smile full of venom on my face. "Then I dare you, to persuade me."

After those words, he started laughing maniacally, his head dropping behind as he did so. He was crazy, completely insane but I couldn't stop myself from looking him astonished at how could someone be so handsome in the outside, but so rotten in the inside.

"What about your skin color?" I whispered, a couple of minutes later, when his laughter had started to die down. That caught his attention and made him stop laughing. Now he was looking at me, his eyes fixated on my face. When he spoke, his voice came out as a gawl, and for the first time, he made me feel afraid.

"It's my transformstion," he said, "a gift from Foxie."

Kyubi. Ah, that should have been a sensitive topic.

"I-" I began speaking but was cut off by the ringing of a bell, indicating the end of my session. Frustrated that I hadn't manage to make any progress with him, I bit my lip, slightly chewing it, as the thought of Ibiki telling me that I was no good for this job, invading my mind. It was the dark haired Prince of Crime who brought me back tomorrow my senses, with a couple of words that send shivers down to my body.

"Don't do that, kitten. It makes me think of ways I could use those lips of yours, and down there I don't have a way to relieve myself."

'Oh, my God, what did get myself into?'

I only managed to mumble a 'tomorrow' as I got up from my chair and made my way out of his room, the guards closing the door behind me, while he once again laughed, this laughter the sound of which in a strange way, made me feel….Alive.

That's all for now. What do you think of this Sasuke? What about Sakura? Do you think that it will be long before she falls for our dark haired devil?

Also, just to be clear, this story will take after the movie 'Suicide Squad'(2016) as I find the relationship between Joker and Harley more attracting there than the comic, because there Joker is portrayed to really care about her. But there's a chance I will use material from the movie's novel too, but for the moment I can't be sure. I will see how the story progresses.

As for the next chapter it may take a week, depending on my schedule.

Btw, just asking, are there any Harry Potter fans here? If so, did you notice the reference? Hm?

Until the next time,

MeinDannaa