The chapters really long... but it's essential for the next scene sooo... HERE YOU GO!
Sakura sighed for the up tenth time. She lay on her back, facing the lime green ceiling.
Why Itachi was adamant on staying here was a mystery; what she expected was fine decor, precise and elegant. She was met with the opposite. The walls literally looked like someone had hand rubbed dung on to them, and the lime green decorations and ceiling were giving her a headache.
The room was so loud, and ugly that it could make babies cry, hell she was on the verge of crying herself.
"Why do we have to share a room with that bitch hnn", whispered Deidara.
"I'm right here and I'm not so keen on sharing a room with you either", grumbled Sakura.
Why was she so damn competitive? If she hadn't been focused on her little glaring contest with that old pervert, then maybe, just maybe she could be sharing with the Uchiha's.
It was just so convenient how those two were sharing a room, suspicious much. Sakura was too caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't notice the bed shift. Her inner Yaoi fan girl was spewing different hotel room scenarios of Uchihacest which had her little preoccupied. All of a sudden she felt a sharp pain in her stomach and found herself pinned to the bed.
"You should stay alert in the presence of two S rank criminals, yea. Wanna feel some real dick, hnn".
What was Shisui thinking having her share a room with two criminals; well, Shisui wasn't thinking at all, because Shisui never thinks.
Sakura raised a thin pink eyebrow. She looked deeply into Deidara's cerulean blue eye, fluttered her long, thick eye lashes and clenched her fist.
The next thing that Sasori witnessed was a flying blur of yellow slammed against a wall.
"I dare you to do that again Deidara. I left you with a swollen cheek this time, next time you won't be so lucky", she yelled, jumping of the bed.
Sasori watched and ignored the verbal tennis going on between Deidara and Sakura.
"You're an imbecile".
"Takes one to know one hnn."
"Wow Deidara you're so mature aren't you".
"Shut the fuck up, you fucking queer ,yea".
"Who you calling the queer, you're the one in drag".
Sasori sat in the small wooden chair and closed his eyes. His therapist/accountant Kakuzu had warned him to keep his temper in check. In order to do that he had to block out the surrounding nuisances, this usually consisted of Deidara.
He was told to close his eyes and find his happy place.
Sasori closed his eyes and breathed in and out at a steady rhythm. He imagined a world full of his artistic creations, puppets and loads of them. He imagined beautiful renaissance art and finely crafted weapons. He imagined Deidara's head underneath his foot, he imagined Sakura's limbs disassembled, he imagined Itachi bald.
When he opened his eyes again he found that Deidara was no longer there.
Meditation did work; maybe he would do it more often.
He looked at Sakura questioningly who in turn rolled her eyes.
"He's gone to have a shower, 'cause the humidity was making his 'hair frizz'".
Silence.
Sakura began to busy herself and grabbed her small, baby blue suitcase. She slowly strode towards the single bed and began to take out articles of clothing. Her brows were furrowed in concentration. Should she wear a; dress? Jeans ?heels?...maybe flats, hair up or down? There was so much to do and so little time.
Being a girl could be so hard.
Finally after making a mental list of advantages and disadvantages of wearing a dress, she decided on a sheer nude blouse and black skinny jeans.
She took out a black blazer for good measure- Just in case the Uchiha decided to take them to a fancy restaurant. After taking out matching accessories and shoes, Sakura sat and waited patiently for Deidara to get out of the shower.
The man was taking so long.
She waited...and waited... and waited. She glanced around the room in an attempt to occupy herself.
It was quiet. Too quiet.
That was till Deidara decided to sing.
Yes Deidara, one of Iwagakure's most notorious criminals was singing.
And singing rather badly.
Sakura listened intently to Deidara's bad redemption of Lady gaga; she could have sworn she felt one of her ears pop.
Sasori was flopped on the sofa reading a book which she couldn't see the title of. Her boredom was killing her and she did the only thing she could at the time; make small talk with the puzzling redhead.
"So how's the book?" she asked timidly.
"It's alright, but the methods the idiot's using are…how do I say it… amateur, he'll never get away with it", said Sasori calmly flicking through the book.
That's when she caught a glimpse of the title; 'How to kill your wife in 30 days, by E.M.O Shizuka'.
Sakura rolled her green eyes again; she noticed how often she was doing that whilst in the company of the two criminals.
"I'm sure you could have done a better job", she muttered.
Then there was an awkward silence, so thick that it was suffocating.
She sneakily analysed him for a topic starter, she caught sight of a silver band on his ring finger.
That's when she started putting two and two together.
Sasori was planning to kill his innocent wife.
But why?
From her previous work at the relations department she knew that the only reason husbands went out massacring their wives was because of adultery or inheritance.
Sasori caught her staring.
"I di...didn't know you were married".
"I wasmarried", he said smiling cynically. Sakura tried to divert the topic immediately.
"Deidara's taking forever in there", she said calmly.
"hmm".
Again silence.
"Sooo… what happened between you two?" she asked genuinely curious, hoping that Mrs Sasori was still walking with two feet ...somewhere.
"Between who?" he answered calmly, skimming through his current page.
"Between you and your wife", she began to click her knuckles in an attempt to calm her nerves.
"Which one".
"You've got more then one wife?" The shock was completely evident on her face.
"Well yea…I've had 6 wives".
"How old are you?"
"30…", he mumbled, putting his book down on his chest.
"I had my first wife at 18, 2nd , 5 months after, 3rd at 22, 4th at 27, 5th at 29 and the latest one 2 months ago", he counted them of on his fingers.
"What happened to your latest one?" The room seemed to have grown colder.
"She died".
Her brain was screaming drop the topic, drop the topic,but her mouth had a mind of its own, "How?"
Sasori answered with a smile on his face. Not a happy or sad smile.
But an evil one. There was no mirth, no guilt present just malice. He answered her question. His eyes glinted in amusement, remembering her writhe in pain.
She felt her stomach churn as she listened to the gruesome details of wife number 4's death.
Thankfully before he could continue his description of how her eye had come out of its socket, Deidara came strolling out of the shower.
His long blonde hair draped behind his back, sticking to his lightly tanned skin. Water droplets were rolling down his body.
Sakura thanked the lords for the interruption however as she turned to face him, she saw a rather thick droplet roll down his stomach. It highlighted his hard abs. She sat on the bed gaping.
"Eh Sakura, take a picture it'll last longer, yea", said Deidara smirking.
Sakura's eyes narrowed. "I was just looking for your vagina", she shot back grinning.
Deidara scoffed.
"So what were you two gossiping about hnn?" he asked towel drying his hair delicately.
"Just telling Haruno san what happened to Aoki chan". Sasori said, picking up his book and continuing to flip through it.
"Ahhh, did you tell her about what happened to her left eye, yea?" asked Deidara, grabbing two bags and emptying their contents all over the bed.
"Do you mind", Sakura hissed, quickly moving her stuff away from his avalanche of clothes, products and clay.
"No I don't mind hnn".
He began the process of annihilation out loud. "Red jeans, mesh vest, leather jacket with black Dr M's and ray bans...or green shirt, black waist coat and tie with jeans?" enquired Deidara, his eyes moving from Sakura to Sasori, who both in turn ignored him.
"Oh come on...I heard the girls in Suna like to BANG, BANG , yea", he yelled thrusting his pelvis.
Sakura grabbed her clothes and rushed into the bathroom, she was so caught up in listening to Deidara's verbal constipation that she lost track of time. It was 7:37 already.
"Wear the green outfit", she yelled before slamming the door shut.
"The red one it is, yea"
The quicker she tried to shower, the longer it took. Deidara had clogged the bathtub with his hair and it took her 10 minutes trying to fix it.
"What the hell Deidara, you're freakin' malting", she screamed, pulling out thick, blonde hairs out of the drain.
"You take ages women, me and Sasori danna are leaving yea. Meet us in the lobby hnn", shouted Deidara.
Sakura quickly showered, dressed and hurriedly applied makeup. She coated her plump rosy lips in a bright red lipstick, she outlined her sea foam green eyes in black eyeliner and roughly applied mascara, causing her eyelashes to curl and erect. She slipped on a pair of red heels and speedily dried and set her curly rosette locks. Lastly she grabbed her navy blue hand bag and quickly locked began to make her way to the lobby; she took a glance at the time, on her wrist watch, which unfortunately read 8:25.
She was so late.
Itachi was going to kill her.
She began to speed walk...then jog and eventually sprinted towards the elevator. She was so close, However, Haruno Sakura was the absolute epitome of bad luck and thus nothing that she ever hoped for went right; the doors began to slide shut, causing her view of the man inside of them to slowly disappear.
"PLEASE HOLD THE DOORS !", she screamed, however her statement was ignored.
She slammed her fists against the hard metallic doors and shouted obscenities about 'men with no decorum' and how that very man 'should stick his tooth pick up his ass '
Sakura began to pace about, making another mental list of the pros and cons of taking the stairs. Before she could move towards the stares, she heard a cough.
A rather deep, masculine cough.
A deep, masculine, sexy cough.
She turned to her side to find herself face to face with the silver haired man; she had previously met at the reception. He was leaned against the elevator doors, she noticed that he held a strong resemblance to a scarecrow; tall, skinny and shifty.
She took a minute to analyse his features. His skin was pale and unmarked, save for a scar that ran down from his left eyebrow towards his cheek. His nose was long and thin and slightly crooked, however it seemed to sit perfectly on his face. To her disappointment the lower half of his face was covered by a thick dark scarf, in spite of this she was able to take a peek at a strong and defined jaw line. His eyes were the most mesmerising things she had ever seen. They were the strangest colour ever; one was a deep grey with flecks of misty blue, whilst the other an astonishing crimson that seemed to be glazed over. They were hypnotic.
"Like what you see", he said chuckling. She watched the vibrating motion of his Adams apple as he teased her.
Sakura realised she was openly staring and her cheeks began to turn the same shade as her hair.
"You're quite forward for an old geezer", she said huffing and turning her heel. The silver haired man just stood their grinning.
"Well pinky, you seem to be quite...taken with an old geezer like myself, I can still see the shiny spit at the corner of your mouth" he answered, he took a large hand and cupped her rosy cheek, he moved his thumb and began to rub the side of her mouth sensually. She was becoming hypnotised, her eyes were far away and her lids became heavy, her scarlet lips were slightly parted. He began to move his face closer to hers.
'DING!', the elevator doors slid open revealing a very frustrated Deidara and an equally frustrated Shisui.
Sakura snapped out of her reverie to find herself completely alone.
What...she was so sexually frustrated that she was now imagining having rendezvous with complete strangers. And he wasn't like the normal eye candy she went for...He was an old lecher...that read porn openly in public.
"What's taking you so long women", hissed Deidara. Sakura gave him a quick look over and narrowed her eyes. He completely ignored her advice.
"You look like a flat chested prostitute", she said bluntly. Deidara's lone cerulean blue eye twitched.
"It's called fashion ye-
"Fashion terrorism", muttered Shisui, flashing a small smile in Sakura's direction.
"Well I do have experience in the terrorist business hn"
"Well it's obvious you don't have it in the fashion business", snapped Sakura, completely ignoring Shisui's feeble effort at repentance.
She entered the elevator and flicked her curly hair.
"What took you so long, you look the same hnn"
"Well if someone didn't hog the bathroom then maybe I'd have time to make myself up".
"Up yours yea"
"Up my what?" she enquired feigning innocence.
"Don't listen to him Sakura, you look quite appealing", Shisui stated pressing the button to the lobby. Sakura just bit her cheek, she didn't want to start a full on argument with Shisui in front of Deidara, the S rank criminal could easily use it to his advantage.
"So how was your hot, steamy man love with Ita-chan?" Sakura was never very well versed with sarcasm, but it was never too late to try.
This time it was Shisui's turn to narrow his eyes.
Deidara snickered.
"I'm not too fond of seeing your nipples".
"I'm not too fond of seeing your face Sakura hnn"
"You are soooo not going to be 'banging' Suna girls in that outfit"
"Neither are you in your grandma clothes yea".
"IT'S VINTAGE!"
Before the two resorted to a fist fight, the door opened and a beautiful dark haired woman entered the elevator. She had ruby red eyes and long straight hair, she was drop dead gorgeous. Her hour glass figure donned a short red dress, which emphasized her long legs and pale skin. She bent over to press a button revealing an eye full of cleavage.
Deidara had a wolfish grin; he eyed the woman like a predator would do to its prey. Undressing her with his eyes- in turn the girl winked at him.
Sakura gagged and Shisui restrained himself from saying anything too insulting.
As Deidara began to flirt with the unknown women, the door reopened, revealing a bulky man with a cigarette in his mouth. He had slightly tanned skin, was very rugged and masculine with a slight goatee. He loomed over the party and raised a dark brow.
"Kurenai, where are you going?" questioned the man; challenging Deidara's with his eyes.
"Well, that's non of your business", she answered haughtily, turning her back from the man and giving her full attention to Deidara. She was practically pressing her cleavage on Deidara's scantily clad body.
"Sorry...excuse me this is our floor", said Shisui quickly, grabbing Sakura's wrist and dragging Deidara out.
"I'll see you later hot stuff", said the women flirtatiously, causing her large companion to frown.
Deidara just grinned, "I saved a woman from being attacked...I controlled myself yea", he said proudly.
"When I told you to do a good deed a day...I didn't mean that", sighed Shisui.
Maybe he should try to make a break through with Sasori instead.
The threesome were bickering rather loudly till they reached the lobby where both Sasori and Itachi were sitting calmly, admiring their reflections in the mirror ceiling. They both gave of a powerful, sexy aura.
Sakura was just thankful that she wasn't the only one underdressed in the party, with Deidara next to her she had nothing to worry about.
"Hello Haruno san, nice of you to join us", Sakura avoided eye contact with the raven haired man.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting", she replied.
"Well since everyone's here we should get going yea", trust Deidara to be the one to break the awkward silence.
"Where are we going Itachi?" asked Sasori.
"Is there anywhere specific you'd like to go?" Itachi enquired, making his was towards the lobby door.
"Somewhere cheap yea..." said Deidara, remembering what Akatsuki's treasurer had drilled into his brain. He could almost hear his voice chorusing 'CHEAP IS BEST, CHEAP IS BEST, CHEAP IS BEST...BUT FREEBIES ARE BETTER'.
"Is Mcdonalds alright...i'm sure you can eat a full meal for under 519 yen", taunted Shisui.
"Yea lets go to Mc D's, cheap is best, yea"
"Don't be ridiculous, I would never step a foot in there let alone eat that over processed junk, I know a great restaurant around the corner it's called the Noir and the food is divin-"
"Itachi, the food their costs more then my freakin' apartment and the portions are tiny, Kakuzu would kill us if we ate there hnn. It's easy for you since you Uchiha's are shittin' money yea"
"Yea I agree with the brat".
"How about if I pay", Insisted Itachi ,cause Uchiha's never ate in fast-food chains and Uchiha's never took no for an answer.
Everyone's eyes brightened with hope, the idea of eating in a fancy, expensive restaurant suddenly became very appealing.
"Fine with me yea"
"Me too", the two Akatsuki members smiled to themselves, Kakuzu would be so proud of them, they'd come home without spending a dime.
"Are you sure Uchiha sama?" objected Sakura.
"It's a freebie pinky, don't ruin it for us hnn", whispered Deidara harshly.
"Yes Haruno san I am absolutely sure".
The 5 quietly walked to the Uchiha's car. The ride to the restaurant was silent; it wasn't an awkward silence but a comfortable one.
Sakura looked out of the window admiring the Suna night sky; the stars seemed to be clearer in the desert village.
Shisui sat quietly going over their plan.
Itachi ...well Itachi was Itachi, he never really did say much.
Deidara didn't want to offend his benefactor so stayed quiet, for the foods sake.
Sasori was thinking about how to pay the rent for his apartment... he could always get married again.
The 5 of them were caught up in their own thoughts and didn't notice a navy blue car directly behind them. Well Itachi noticed but he didn't dwell on it too much, it was just a coincidence that the same silver haired man and his toothpick sucking friend were giggling together at the colourful literature in front of them. Nothing abnormal about that.
It was also a coincidence that the couple from the lift were there to, the busty dark haired women driving and the bulky cigarette smoker was in the passenger seat begging for forgiveness.
Nothing seemed out of the norm, however Itachi failed to notice that the toothpick in the man's mouth was actually a senbon and that the bulky man was playing with the trigger of a gun.
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