I Bet You Can't

(A/N: Hello beautiful people. Welcome to chapter 4! Today on X-Play… lol. Anyway, thanks for sticking with me and reviewing. Now, I have an announcement. If you've read "Tell them I was still alive when you saw me" by TheRoseandtheDagger… then you'll want to read my one-shot for said story. It's called "A Midnight Serenade." Read and comment please, I would like to have your opinion on it. Also, I wrote another one-shot called "ANBU Anthem" you should check out. Alright, back to the story. Stop being so pushy!!)

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The world could not save Sakura from the narrowed eyes glaring through her. He was still pissed about the car thing; go figure. Madara hadn't really spoken to her after that (excluding the elevator conversation) and continued to ignore the pink-haired secretary. Today, however, he could no longer ignore what was right in front of him… for she had asked a small, unassuming question that pertained to 'His Baby'.

"What does 'TOBI-1' mean?" she had asked him. Never mind the fact that he swore to himself that he'd never speak to her again. But when the question referred to his dear car… Madara just about snapped.

"Why the fuck does it matter to you?" he hissed at her, eyes narrowing farther. So much so, Sakura thought his irises had turned red. Scowling right back at him, Sakura crossed her arms and turned her head to the side.

"Gee, it was just a question."

"You led me to believe that my car was being demolished before my eyes… why wouldn't I get pissed off when you ask such things?" he spat with a healthy glare. She fixed him with a glare of her own.

"If you hadn't decided to bring in strippers, your car wouldn't have been involved!" she growled right back at him. "Come to think of it… what the hell did I do to deserve your scorn anyway?"

"Just being here is enough." He said turning his gaze back to the file on his desk. Now, where was he…?

"Is that supposed to answer my question?"

"Hn." Madara responded without looking at her.

"Grr… I give up. Page me if you need me to push you out the window or something." Sakura left his office and returned to his desk. With a mighty sigh, Sakura opened the first file and began making the necessary adjustments.

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Hidan laughed hysterically as he watched the video again. Unable to believe what he was seeing, the white-haired male rewound the tape and played it again. Ok, so, he's seen it four times already… bat that didn't stop him from playing it a fifth time. The television clicked off as the screen displayed Madara's stricken expression when a car seat was ripped apart.

"I think twice was enough." Madara growled and tossed the remote onto the table. Hidan continued to chuckle from his place on the couch.

"And your secretary put all of this together?" he asked with a quirked brow and cocky grin. "I bet she's fucking fat and scaly like Medusa, too." Hidan gave a sarcastic sneer then cringed at a mental image he decided not to share.

"Haruno-san is quite pleasing to the eyes, actually." Sasori said as he stood and walked to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room.

"Haruno? As in Haruno Sakura?" Hidan inquired with a grin. "She's a fox! Oh my Jashin! Have you ever seen that girl in a bikini?" Sasori shook his head while Madara growled and returned to his desk, thanking whatever God was listening that said secretary was out to lunch.

"How the hell would you know what she looks like in a bathing suit?" Madara asked as he glared at his long time 'friend'.

"Oh, come the fuck on! You've been to Itachi's pool parties; she's been at most of them with that fine, tight body in those little pieces of cloth." Hidan chuckled, obviously enjoying the look of abhor on Madara's face.

"Forget I even asked." Madara stated with a frown.

"I have a picture… wanna see?" Hidan asked as he reached for his wallet. It was Sasori who moved first, snatching the picture from Hidan. Said picture contained the abovementioned pink-haired secretary, sporting a black bikini which hugged her curves perfectly as she winked and smiled at the camera. Hidan was in the picture as well, a wide grin on his face as Sakura pretended to squeeze his bicep. In the background, Sasori could clearly see a glaring Deidara with his hands clinched at his sides.

Ignoring that minor detail, Sasori returned his gaze to the - then eighteen - girl. Long, toned legs led up to her tight, perfect rump. Her porcelain skin glinted with small specks of water from a water war. Tightly packed abdominal muscles clearly visible between the ebony bikini that covered a small portion of her body. The top had a little red cloud pattern printed on it and small clouds on the sides of the bottoms.

"Lucky man." Sasori offered as he openly gawked at the photo.

"You can give it back now, damn it." Hidan grumbled as he reached for the photo but Sasori just held it out of reach.

"Give what back?" a new voice asked from the doorway. Standing all of six foot six, Kakuzu's towering form was intimidating. But these guys knew each other since… grade school.

"A picture of Haruno-san in a bikini." Sasori said as he waved said photo with an air of nonchalant.

"Let me see it." Kakuzu about demanded. Everyone knew he had been harking on the day she turned eighteen… but Deidara beat him to it. The bastard.

"Don't you fucking dare masturbate to that picture, you shit-faced freak!"

"I will give this back to you when I damn well feel like it." Kakuzu replied smoothly before snatching it from Sasori. Red and green eyes scanned the photo as a sly grin creased the corners of his mask. Then Kakuzu took out his cell phone and snapped a picture of the picture before giving it back to Hidan. "I hear she's back with the dip-shit for the fourth time." He grumbled as his arms crossed over his chest.

"It won't last long." Sasori commented with a shrug. "It will end like it always has with Deidara begging for her to come back."

"How is it that you all know her so well?" Madara piped up with a scowl.

"Are you fucking kidding? One cannot miss a fine piece of ass like that walking around." Hidan hollered as he stood from the couch.

"You're one to talk… you fucked that cow, what's-her-name?" Kakuzu commented with a chuckle.

"Ugh, don't remind me. Karin was a one-night-stand and I was fucking drunk."

"A likely story." Sasori teased with a light chuckle.

"Besides, she married that Hozuki Suigetsu kid last year." Hidan waved a hand to dismiss the subject.

"Anyways, just what do you idiots suggest I do about that wench?" Madara broke in before more could be said.

"Uchiha-sama will not allow for anymore pranks." Sasori said, turning his attention to the Uchiha at the desk. "I suggest you win her over and put the fighting behind you."

"I sense a money-making opportunity." Kakuzu murmured with a glint in his eyes.

"I've got an idea." Hidan said suddenly as he leaned against the backside of the couch. Everyone stared at him with the obvious 'bullshit' expression on their faces. Hidan just shrugged and grinned. "Look, we know Deidara sucks at being an attentive boyfriend - that's why they keep breaking up - once they break up again, take his place."

"Hell no!" Madara protested immediately.

"If you don't, I will. And will not be nice about your 'pet name' for her." Kakuzu said… ok, he demanded. Man, he really was hard pressed to have Sakura to himself. Can we say 'stalker'?

"Fine. I'll do it." Madara conceded defeat.

"Ah, but there's a stipulation." Sasori informed with a slight smirk. "You have until the Christmas party to get everything sorted between the two of you."

"Is that a bet?"

"I bet you can't do it." Kakuzu said as he pulled a hundred dollar note from his wallet.

Madara glared at Kakuzu. "Fine with me. I bet I can." The phone rang suddenly, making the men in the room jump.

"I've got it." Sakura called from the other side of the door. Apparently, she had just returned from lunch.

(A/N: I know it's a little short. But it's very important for future chapters. Let me know what you think, please and thank you!)