Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They all belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
Full Summary: "I know you don't like me" Sakura said and smiled through her tears. She flinched when he leaned down. "How naïve of you, kunoichi, to say something so bold." His lips moved closer to hers, "When really," His voice was husky, seducing in every form. "you have no idea."
Pairings: SakuraxPein, Sasuke, Akatsuki, some Konoha and Suna boys.
Warnings: Some sexual situations and ocs.
"What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god."
William Shakespeare
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"This godforsaken place is going to be the dead of me! I swear!"
Haruno Sakura dropped on her bed with an irritated huff. For a moment, she stared at the silver-grey selling, wondering if her disappearance has been noticed, back in Konoha. She doubted it, as it was only a week and half since she had gotten her -deeply unnecessary unwanted and hated- vacation. Or was it more?
The room had no windows, along with the bathroom, so she couldn't be sure if it was day or night. The situation had messed up her internal clock. After all, who knew how long she had been knocked out by those jounin-level thugs? The only thing that she was sure of was that Pein brought her meals at regular times. She had counted the time between each visit.
Though, if she had correctly calculated, it had been nine times that Pein paid her a visit since she woke up in this -stupid, cursed and boring- room. He brought her breakfast, lunch and dinner. Three days since she got captured -kidnapped, whatever- by the Kage of Ame.
Three days since she hadn't seen the sunlight. Sakura, although she fervently declined it, was reputed to live up to her namesake. She was like a flower, many back in Konoha said, and she loved -needed- the sunlight. As it was now, her skin was becoming really pale, nearly translucent.
And the constant darkness only punctuated it.
Whoo her
She sat up, supporting her weight on her hands and looked around the room with a bored gaze. During those three days, she had searched everything upside down, hoping to find a way to escape. Like she had expected, nothing very interesting or useful had been found. A few books, clothes, shampoo and soap, a toothbrush, a hairbrush and towels were the only things that she had found and used the past days.
The only good thing here was the bathroom. Just the memory of the absolute luxury made Sakura feel in heaven. Naturally, unable to let such a fabulous thing pass by, she had used the -big, marble, amazing- bathtub. With bubbles and all.
Truly, it was one of the best things ever invented.
"Ramen is like, one of of the best things ever!"
Sakura went rigid at the memory. Her heart clenched at the thought of Naruto. Oh, how she missed him! His cheery, annoying personality had a way to make her forget tough situations. She would have done anything for him to be with her now.
You never know what you have until its gone
And to think that she punched him every time for it. She was a heartless bitch. He didn't deserve how she treated him. Heck, she didn't deserve him! Yet, he was persistent on being her friend, staying with her, trusting her, fighting for her...
"Sakuraaa-chaaaaan!"
When she got back, she'll make sure to apologize.
The door opened to reveal Pein coming in.
If she got back
"Is it breakfast already?" she muttered, frowning in confusion. It had only been a hour since since dinner!
He heard her but ignored it. She wasn't addressing him, anyway. Unzipping his cloak after he closed the door, he let it -the dark, waterproof, sign of terror- fall on the ground and proceeded to head her way.
She tensed.
What did he want?
He swept past her, barely giving her a glance and entered the bathroom, closing the door with a quit 'click' behind him. Effectively leaving a very confused Sakura behind who stared at the black door with a light sneer on her heart-shaped face. She heard water run down and blinked in surprise. He was showering. Pein was showering.
He had looked and sounded like a supernatural being, just like in the rumors about him that it had completely slipped her mind that he was still human.
Pein. Human.
Those two just didn't sound good together. He was far too superior to her to be considered human. He was too... Agh, she couldn't find the word to describe him. Well, yes, she had a word that fitted him acutely. But it would be utter blasphemy.
Someone so cruel, so dominant, so suffocating as Pein couldn't -wasn't allowed- to be called 'Godly'. But she had injured him, had seen his blood. She had healed him, felt his heart beat, his lungs breath, chakra pulse through his veins along with his blood. His blood wasn't gold or silver, like in the myths. It was red. Red, heart wrenching, warm blood.
Pein. Human.
She hadn't know it then, but she soon would find out that Pein was the most human of them all.
...
Pein. Human. What an absurd thought.
He sighed when the freezing cold water fell on him, slowly letting his muscles relax when the water gradually became warmer. He let another sigh as he remembered the past few days.
Pein was beginning to feel the signs of fatigue when he arrived. He burst through the front doors of his office like he owned the place, shouting a jovial 'Hello!' before he settled on his desk, crossing his legs and studying his dark painted nails.
His mask was nowhere in sight and he was dressed in standard Konoha-jounin uniform. Naturally, Pein mused, just back from a mission and directly trying to anger me into next week. Just my luck, huh?
"What are you doing here?" Pein asked, successfully hiding his annoyance and fatigue behind a facade of cool indifference and coldness.
"Paying a visit to my dear servant." came the haughty reply.
Pein gritted his teeth. "I am not your servant, Madara. Never was and never will."
"Tch." Uchiha Madara picked one of the numerous papers littering Pein's desk, absentmindedly he began reading the bane of every Kages -including Pein's- existence.
Paperwork.
And not any paperwork, oh no! Paperwork concerning the personality -read; the problematic, weird, unearthly, insane, downright freaky quirks- of his village's -mentally challenged- Shinobi.
The nightmare.
"Genin girl with abnormally good chakracontrol and superiority complex? Chuunin team angered a rich family? Twelve jounin going batshit crazy? Academy teacher can't take alcohol anymore because of traumatizing wife? Seven teams from genin to jounin protesting for more freedom?" Madara raised an elegant eyebrow. "And I thought that Konoha was the oddest Shinobi village out there. If anyone knew of this, its your reputation that'll suffer, Kage-sama."
The sarcasm dripping of the last word made Pein want to kill something. Or someone.
"And this genin girl with the superiority complex: 'Has a habit of randomly proclaiming to and I quote; be the heir of the world, bring peace to all nations, make Amekage-sama proud of her, be the best medic in the world like Sakura-hime and Tsunade-hime, etc, etc.' Doesn't she take after someone?"
Preferably the bastard sitting on his desk.
"Bring peace to all nations. Heh, admit it, little Pein, you're going after a children's dream. This girl will probably grow out of it. She'll become a good asset to our medics, trying to be like Sakura and the Tsunade-brat. But now, she's like you, little Pein." Madara leaned closer.
"Dreaming of a better world. Of bringing peace by sitting at the top of the hierarchy. You know, Pein. The only difference between you and her is that she'll eventually give up this silly dream, while you're still believing in something only children dream of. You, Pein of the Akatsuki, are still a child."
Nobody sat on his desk.
With that last thought, Pein wiped a kunai from his cloak and chucked it at the laughing Uchiha faster than the eye could see.
It embedded itself deep in the wall.
And Madara was nowhere in sight.
"Where were you?"
Uchiha Madara came from the shadows of Pein's office. He had changed in his usual Akatsuki uniform. Except his mask. That's when he'll be a real pain in the ass. Now, he was just a dangerous pain in the ass.
"I was here the whole time." Pein answered.
"Where were you for those two days?" Madara's voice was bone-chilling.
"Trying to capture the eight-tails." Pein said, not letting any emotion show.
"It takes someone like you one day to find him, one day to battle him, one day to come back. Three days. You were gone for five days. Now, you're here with no injuries and in an inexplicable good mood after an obvious failure."
Pein kept silent, feigning to ignore the suddenly cold Uchiha. It happened all the time, those sudden mood swings. One moment he was all jovial and happy-go-lucky and the next he showed a cold-blooded killing, fear-inducing side of him. Nothing out of the ordinary.
"You hate failures."
"No, your nephew hates them."
He suddenly appeared before him, hands slamming down on the desk, sharingan blazing in menace. Pein tensed but continued working on the never-ending paperwork.
"Don't play games with me, little Pein." Madara growled.
"I am merely telling the truth."
"The whole truth?" The Uchiha sounded skeptical. Pein didn't answer. "Tsk. Tsk. Pein, Pein, Pein," he disapprovingly shook his head, "Did I really teach you nothing? I always, always, find out the truth. Always. It is just a matter of time." he straightened, "And when I find out, its hell that will break lose."
"Oh, before I go!" he said, turning back to him from where he was heading out. Pein nearly groaned out loud. Couldn't this man let him work in peace? "Your organization is really in need of a medic. Itachi-kun's sight is worsening by day, Hidan is always a bloody mess and Kakuzu refuses to patch him up, Deidara is extremely grumpy without his arms and Kisame has recently suffered from an infection."
Pein inwardly winced. He knew that his organization desperately needed a medic. Because at the rate they were going, they wouldn't hold for much longer. Give or take five years.
"I recently heard of the Hokage's apprentice. If the rumors are true, she'll be easily convinced to work for us and it'll also make Konoha more vulnerable. They'll think twice before engaging us in battle. Plus, we'll have more chance to have the Kyuubi in our possession."
"You want me to capture Sakura Haruno?" Pein drawled, easily seeing where Madara was heading.
"No," he chuckled at Pein's confused gaze, "I don't want you to capture her. I am ordering you to do so."
Dammit!
Pein punched the bathroom wall beside him, gritting his teeth. How dare that vile Uchiha order him around! He was the leader here. He was God. Nobody, not even the immortal Uchiha could just menace him. Play with him like he was a toy. No one was allowed to do that.
No one!
I'm so sorry, folks but this chapter and the following one were and are so damn difficult to write! I had and still have a serious case of writers block. Every time I wrote a whole text, I had to erase it and begin all over again. In the end I decided to just jumble something together so that I could get to the more easy chapters.
Hopefully, when I have more time and inspiration I'll edit the chapter, along with the first two. Not very much. Just little things here and there that would make the story more realistic because I noticed that it's beginning to become a child's story.
I try to keep it angsty and serious but I figured that there will be enough of that in the future so I attempted to make it lighter.
So, the following chapter will be pretty much the same and maybe the chapter after that too but I swear that it'll become very interesting when time passes by.
And sorry for the shortness. Figured that you must get really impatient.
Also, review and tell me if you have any ideas for this story. I don't guaranty that I'll use them but they could give me inspiration and a general idea of where you want this story to go. Although don't forget to keep it angsty, serious, love-at-first-sight romance and tragic.
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