Summary:Allow me to tell you a story about love and murder, a life of a young lady, two gentleman, one of which is a murderer. Let me show you how murder is justifiable and how fragile life can be. Let me welcome you suckers, to the Wailing Creek.
A/N:I do not own Naruto or the characters.
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Mr. Murderer
-Chapter Two: Icarus Fell To His Death-
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"...and these bed sheets must be changed once every two days, the young master is allergic to dust. Oh, and before I forget, young master is leaving on a trip tomorrow, you are to prepare all his necessities and to pack your luggage along as you will be serving him on the entire trip. You shall be responsible for his well being and ensure that no harm ever comes to him, do you understand me?", Risa was so stern, more than before, it made Sakura jumpy.
"Yes, Ma'am"
"Good, now carry on with your chores." with those instructions Sakura proceeded out the door.
"Where exactly do you think you are going?"
"To mop the floors, Risa-san, you told me that yest-"
"No, no, Sakura dear, you will leave all other jobs to the rest of the servants in the mansion. From now on, you will only be in charge of taking care of Deidara-sama's needs and keeping his room tidy. Now, you should go pack your belongings and move to the servant's room inside Deidara-sama's room in that corner, do you see? This makes facilitating so much easier."
"Yes, Ma'am."
With that, Sakura scurried out the room, down the long winding marble stairs. Risa made her jumpy, she was watching her every move as though to point out any mistakes the moment she were to commit them. Hell, every single thing now is enough to make her jumpy, and to add on, now she has to live with the monster, in the same room. Not exactly, but the proximity was still to close for her liking. At this moment in time, she was pretty sure, the young master would fish out his gun at any chance he could get and shoot her brains out of her head. To add on, he was allergic to this and that and everything makes him out to be such a neat freak where everything is to be placed at the exact same position and Sakura noticed a few things. For starters, there were coloured labels on each and every hanger in the cupboard holding each piece of clothing up, on the labels were days indicating what to wear. What appeared even weirder to Sakura was the fact that she felt there was absolutely no need for it because ever single piece of clothing were the exact same, white dress shirts. Rows after rows of dress shirts with different labels on the hangers.
God the house is just so odd, it is amost creepy.
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The irony, she remembers when she was younger. She remembers all too well.
"My father is a police man, I am going to be the best police man when I grow up. You know I think I am going to be so good and so smart that even you, Sakura-chan, will have to respect me."
"Really? I heard that you have to take shooting courses as well"
A rather smug look on his face, he replied, "yeah, I'm going to be so cool, how does an AK-47 sound?"
"Sure, and I can avoid direct impact with your brain if I were to shoot right into your skull, want to know why?"
"Because Sakura-chan you are going to excel in it? I will never let that happen, only this, I will definitely do better than you!" The six-year old was indignant about it and made it a point to show it through his tone and choice of words, but as usual, little Sakura-chan ignored him.
"Two reasons why, you idiot! The first being your skull is too thick, the bullet won't be able to go in, and if it were to go right through, the second reason, you don't have a brain, ha!"
Angry at the five-year-old's snide comments, the boy shoved one chubby fist at her face. Bam, she fell into the entire pile of cow manure and for once in her life, the boy laughed his guts out at little Sakura, five year old little Sakura who got up and push him face first into the mess.
"Sakura! Sakura! Hello? Anyone in?" The pinky snapped out of her daze just as an oily hand swopped down flat onto her forehead, oil and all. "Thank god, I thought you were still running that temperature from that morning, the medicine must have worked, but you are all clammy right now, sure you are doing fine?"
Sakura sure was not used to Ino fussing over her like a little child but the blonde air head has been by far her only friend in this entire god-forsaken place. Ino sure had been helpful, within the first hour of knowing her, she had already helped her by providing medicine to calm her down, giving her an entire load of information concerning the young master of the house, much more than Sakura had been able to collate in the entire of yesterday and she was sure she wouldn't be able to get much out of the rest of the servants as well. So, oh well...
"Oh, I'm fine, was just running over the day's chores in my head, I have done absolutely nothing since this morning except to pack the bedroom but the place is as clean as a palace, end of my conclusion, there is nothing to do as the personal maid! And I have not seen the young master at all, where has he gone? Any idea Ino?"
"Oh, that, is something which I do not know as well, sorry can't help you", the blonde look at Sakura apologetically as though it was the biggest crime in the whole wide world to be left out on a bit of gossip. "But you see, this mysterious element adds up and is exactly what which makes the young master so charming, oh gosh, gonna have a total sugar rush now!"
Sakura signed at her friend's behaviour as she headed out towards the murderer's bedroom to once again clean away some imaginary dust. Oh, and of course to pack some necessary stuff needed for snooping around during the trip. Just how gladly she awaits tomorrow.
"Geez, I am so excited", Sakura gasped dramatically at her own faked enthusiasm. But as the old saying goes, keep your friends close, keep your enemies even closer.
Try rooming with a criminal, must be exhilarating and also a once-in-a-life-time-experience, I can't wait, Oh God, just kill me already.
It was near midnight and Sakura was almost done hanging up the last of the plain white dress shirts which she had spent the entire afternoon ironing to kill some time.
Screeeeeeeech...
she stopped dead in her tracks as she heard the eerie sound. She slowly willed the brave little girl-who she knows is inside her but not very often seen in action-to turn around to check it out so as to calm her fears and to assure herself that it was nothing, probably just some rat problem. Yeah right, a rat problem in this entire manor where you won't be able to even find a speck of dust. Funny what imagination forces people to think about.
"Corpses maybe, but definitely not rats. Oh god, could it be her spirit?"
"Spirits only exist to haunt those who remember them."
The wobbly pink haired maid spun around to face the owner of the voice. What a delicate voice, so smooth and silky, deep yet young and confident. Unforgetable, definitely. She gasped as her eyes widened in disbelief as the lean figure before her lowered himself to her eye level. Those icy blue irises, so cold, so empty, yet full of something sakura could not quite put her finger on, they contained a belief in them, so absolute, the dilated blue looked almost silver in the warm dim light by the fire place.
The young master of the house looked her dead in the eye as the old fire crackled and coughed away into the moonlight.
Think, think and say something quick.
Something witty.
Something, anything.
Think, think, think...
Now, or you will ... die little one.
"W...Well... then do you choose to remember or not to remember, Sir?", the wobblyness was evident in her voice and Sakura mentally cursed herself for her weakness.
"I choose neither."
"No, sir, I was jus-"
She was cut of by the smooth liquid voice once again, almost at the exact same moment she opened her mouth to speak reasons, as though intentionally. He was showing off to her, in an extremely subtle way, hinting discretely or flaunting flamboyantly, either way its not a good sign. There was absolute authority in that smooth voice of his, Sakura could see now why the younger ones in the Wailing Creek were so charmed by him, as though their souls were gone with him the very day they were employed to work here. Liken, very much to a contract with the devil himself.
"Or unless you have something to hide, the ghosts inside you, love, forgive me if I have yet to introduce myself. My name is Deidara, I am the master of this house."
"I, uh...I, I was just...no, uh.."
He looked down adoringly at the short maid in front of him, "Cat got your tongue? I see you have done an extremely good job at handling my room, you even ironed all my clothes. What a kind and passionate servant you are, how does a pay rise sound?"
"No Sir! There is no need for such meddlesome procedures, ple-"
"Tsk tsk, no need for such formalities, you seem to be extremely overcome by some form of terrible incident, have you perhaps seen anything you shouldn't see? Let me just give you a word of advice, curiosity killed the cat. Sugar, don't take everything at surface value."
"But I saw you and the lad-"
"And sometimes when you go around spreading what you have seen which turns out to be just your own delusions, it might invite unwanted trouble at your doorstep. Now, what was that you were saying again, love?"
Giving herself a mental slap, the pinkette realised that the dirty little murderer was actually threatening her.
"No, Sir, I was just wondering how nice it would be to have a pay rise, you are too kind my young master."
"You seem tired, love, do retire for the night. Tomorrow will be a long day, we still have more things to worry about such as the trip. Don't you think so."
Sakura was not retarded, she understood his underlying meaning perfectly well. Though his tone was nothing short of polite but his choice of words hinted at multiple situations which might have happened to her right there, right now, if she did nothing to deny his crime. Now the bastard's reminding her of the retarded trip that she has to go with him. In such dangerous situations, stuck in a room, might I add which is locked with giant bolts and rusty metal chains which looked heavier than the normal ones, with an unstably cunning criminal who sounds crazy and flirts with her at every single chance as a hidden indication that he might very possibly blow her head off any moment, Sakura could only abide.
"Of course Sir."
"Sleep tight, Sakura." She could only stare as her name rolled off his tongue. She could only stare as he walked away. She could only stare as he lifted his arm and plunge the dagger into the lady over and over again. The images were coming back, much clearer than she will ever be able to handle.
Heed his advice and you will do well...
And allow him to bypass the law...
Sure, over my dead body.
That might really come true at the rate you are continuing...
Be a little braver...
For courage will be all you have left...
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The flames coughed for the last time that night.
The room went black.
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There was no sign of a single flame in the entire mansion.
Even the ghouls were spooked...
By that crazy young master...
So insanely mad...
Creepy and creeping by Sakura's bed that night as she slept.
Sakura rose early the next morning. She got up of the fluffy white bed which she secretly fell in love with and also secretly suspected once contained the bodies of many other ladies, younger and prettier than her. Of which she was more in agreement with, she didn't know.
As she washed up and shampooed her hair with some expensive-looking soap and lotion she stole from the servant's quarters downstairs, she heard the same eerie sound from the night before. It can't even be classified as sound, sound is supposed to be like sound of music, something nice, it was more like the music movie directors play in thrillers before a certain character's impending doom. In the same moment of terror, Sakura and her fellow brain couldn't help but further classify it under the general and broad category of noise. She finally decided, it was just noise. But to her utter disappointment, this horrible noise didn't stop, instead, it got louder...
Screeeeeeeeeeech...
She clutch onto the fluffy white towel and wrap it around herself as she poked her head out of the bathroom to take a quick peak at where or what was producing the noise.
Her eyes widened wider than Deidara thought to be humanly possible as she let out an ear-piercing scream, just like every other fangirl in town.
"I apologise if I cause you any discomfort and I assure you that shocking you was never my intention."
Sakura opened her mouth to speak but ended up gaping at her naked master who was not even wrapped in a towel(waist down might I add)
When she finally gathered enough courage to actually look him in the eye, instead of finding a gentleman face to match the gentleman voice of his moments ago, she realised that he was smirking. Not gentle smiles but full blown smirking. After looking like an idiot, it eventually occured to her that Deidara was taunting her, there was no repentance or guilt. None.
Sakura was about to explode.
Correction, she exploded.
How dare this this...dirty little murderer march in while she is bathing, flash at her with those abs and continue with taunting her as though she was not standing right in front of him, in nothing but a towel. More like he was hallucinating to his own pathetic perverted mind about what is underneath. And who on earth is he-despite the fact that he is a psycopath murderer, a hot psycopath murderer who likes to stabs his victims violently and repetitively-to talk to her about her with clothes on and not.
The more she thought about it, the more it made her blood boil. Unable to contain it any longer, she erupted like at volcano right in front of him.
Relinquishing her hold on the fluffy white object she was currently clinging on to for her dear life, Sakura pointed a finger accusingly at Deidara, "You! What the hell are you doing in my toilet, and who are you to flash and exhibit around as though I was never here"
To further express her agitation, the pink pumpkin took the nearest bar of soap and shove it right into Deidara's face, a pathetic attempt at salvating what's left of her dignity.
Deidara, who was busy smirking annoyingly at her explosion did not anticipate her assault and was just about to comment more about her figure when an entire bar of soap was shoved straight into his mouth. He fell back down on the floor at the unanticipated attack. Sakura hurled forward and was on him as she yelled and smacked his face as hard as she can.
"You perv, sicko, freak! No one cares about what you think, so just keep that bloody mouth of yours shut, just shut up, shut up!"
The hot blonde on the floor was in total shock, never in his entire life has he been mistreated by anyone, not to mention so roughly and violently.
After another half a minute of scolding and yelling and screaming and punching, he was finally brought back to his senses as he reach out to stop her violent assaults on him. Despite the injuries sustained, he could do nothing to wipe off that smug smirk on his face. Getting abused was a reason to be upset about, getting abused by a hot pink haired maid was a totally different thing. The fact that her soft body was pressed against him unknowingly provided more than enough compensation he could ever wish for.
He pulled her so close that his lips were by her ear, "Pink suits you."
Sakura blushed at the contact and scrambled off him as she let out a little yeap when she realised the location of the long abandoned wig from the middle of the fight. She glared at him furiously as he pushed his own form up from the ground. There were minor scratches on his face, evidence of her assaults, Deidara examined himself in the mirror for any major damage done to his chiselled face and he produced yet another satisfied smirk when he found out there was no real damage done to his face.
With that he pulled on a pair of black boxers which he reached for from the back of the door and proceeded to his bed, leaving Sakura dazed and embarassed all in one moment.
From the distance Sakura heard him shout, "You really should consider getting some clothes on yeah, I actually prefer more developed girls yeah, this wouldn't really work on me."
Realising she was still fluffified, she scrambled back into the bath.
And from the distance, Deidara heard the door slam shut.
"Damn him, was he actually implying that I have too small breasts or what? I may not be exactly supermodel material, but at the very least I'm still a B-cup. Gosh, Sakura, Sakura, what the hell are you thinking, he's a godamn murderer. Don't let him get to you, now breathe." the pinky stopped mumbling to herself as she quickly finished her bath and walk to the sink to get her clothes on.
He pulled her so close that his lips were by her ear, "Pink suits you."
"What did that mean?", Sakura continue to mumble to herself in a no-nonsense sort of way.
She got dress and she faced the mirror which was facing the door of the bathroom to examine the scratch at her neck which she had incurred on herself during the earlier spat. She stopped as she stared hard at the mirror.
Deidara sneezed as he got out from the bath in the other toilet down the hallway. He was just preparing for a bath when the entire incident happened. He most certainly did not expect to glance up from his clothes into the bathroom which consisted of an unlock door and a mirror.
In exactly five seconds, he heard another scream from the bathroom in his room.
Damn, the trip's going to be an interesting one.
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Deidara winked at his personal maid who stormed in furiously, pointing an accusing finger at him for the second time in a day.
To be continued.
Yeah, hi people, I added a little more than a page into this chapter and corrected the mistakes as I was reading through the entire chapter, so sorry for u all to bear with my unbearable grammar mistakes. Come to think about it, I never did excel in my grammar section when I was in school. Some fluff between the two and I just pity Deidara.
lol, how was the chapter, hope it wasn't too much of a disappointment:) Give a guess who the little boy is. He will be having his very own chapter soon enough! whoohoo!
Regarding the title: Icarus fell to his death, I chose this because of a legend which says that Icarus, an angel had a pair of wings made from wax, he ignored his father's advice and flew too near to the sun. The sun's heat was too hot, so his wax-wings actually melted, he was then left to fall to his death. Yeah, so I basically chose this title because it is supposed to fit the story as a symbol of Sakura's danger that if she were to ignore her master's advice, there will be consequences, mostly paid with her life.
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