Okay another really short chapter, they will get longer i promise you =]

Again i do not own these characters, Kishimoto does

I hope you have liked it so far =]


Shark Men are Bastards

Sakura leaned on the table heavily a mellow smile spreading across her blushing face, heavy eyelids blinked slowly before the emerald orbs beneath them focused on the wall of blue and black now sitting before her, She couldn't remember when they had moved to an actual table but she did remember that they were tied in the contest, so far, although from the look on his face he was not as drunk as herself.

"You are not drunk you are fucking smashed." Inner said laughing, drawing out the word 'smashed' so it sounded like it had about twenty a's in it, it only took glancing back at Kisame's face to realize she was actually laughing out loud, which in turn made her laugh harder.

Kisame took a swig from his bottle, "I kno mee winning is hilariousss" He slurred while taking another swig, "but its nooot that fucking funny."Good thing Sakura could apparently speak drunk because he was almost incomprehensible, which caused her to keep laughing her ass off.

She took a swig from her bottle but realized it was empty, she stared into the empty bottle and then glanced at Kisame with a very serious expression.

"This is no laughing matter Kisame, I am out of alcohol." Her tone indicated it was his fault and he had started the whole laughing debacle, she was pretty sure that this was correct.

Kisame grabbed his Akatsuki cloak near his heart and acted offended, "Wha? and so you blame meh for yourr per-pro-predicament?" He asked a hurtful expression marring his features.

"Well I can't blame me so I must blame you right?" Sakura huffed "sheesh of course it wasn't her fault, she wasn't the blasted slurring sharky-man evil person thing" Her description of Kisame caused her to bust out into more giggles, as she waved Kisame off toward the bar "Be a dear and get me something that isn't sake?" This question was accompanied with pleading puppy dog eyes.

Kisame stood slowly mumbling rude things under his breath about "stupid sexy chicks with obnoxious colored hair."

Sakura smirked and just laid her head against the table.

Kisame tapped the bar and smirked back at Sakura's form, "What can I get for you?" The bartender asked. "Anything mixed with lots of rum" Kisame said without a trace of a slur at all, he watched the bartender pour something called a 'jet pilot' and place it in front of him.

When the bartender walked away Kisame glanced slightly at Sakura again, seeing her form still slumped on the table he dropped a dark blue pill into her drink, while it fizzled he glanced up at the clock. "Well I did say that she was safe today but by the looks of it, now its Sunday." He smirked at himself before stumbling over to the table,

"Here's ya stooopid drink?" He slurred thrusting it into her hand, he watched her with hooded eyes as she tipped the drink back.

An hour later Kisame slung a passed out Sakura over his shoulder tossed a roll of bills on the table and headed out, his mission almost complete.


Short little chappy

the next one will be alot longer i swear

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-Kirby