Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Naruto


It has been three days, out counting the day I was given my room, and beside the dark and humorlessly serious guards that stood outside my door on the second day I was here, it was actually pretty boring. I know of the guards because they opened the door to know when I was going to try something. Don't ask me what because really, I am not jumping out of a three story high window and most definitely is not tying me sheets together to do some rock-climbing out of said windows. And I am so hungry for something sweet, preferably chocolate, that it is driving me up the walls. All I do whole day is rearranging the three sets of clothes, that Naruto gave me, in the large over-sized walking closet, bathing in bubbles, making up my bed, and making up songs while laying upside down against the walls. I even started making up scenarios from the hospital to keep my head in gear.

Really, relaxing was the farthest thing on my mind when the realization sank in that I was kidnapped for some unknown reason. But…there's no excitement.

I have grown accustomed to my new busy life that being in a room, no matter that it can almost be called a small apartment, is boring me death. It was then as I lay swinging my feet up against the wall that I had an idea. My bright idea also just might mean the death of me…literally…but I'll rather be killed than dying of boredom.

I stood up from my laying position next to the window and quickly slipped off my sneakers so I could walk on my socks. Definitely more comfortable. I crossed the threshold of the room and cracked open the door. I peeked through the gap with one eye. I really hope no one sees me doing this because I probably look like an agent wanna-be that smoked something.

Yes! No guard!

I quickly slipped through the door, closed it behind me with a soft "click" and raced to the curtain that hanged across a wall for decoration. Adrenalin surged through me and I had to hold in a giggle of excitement as I tried grasping the idea that I'm going to sneak around a mafia boss's house…er I mean mansion.

I peeked out from behind the heavy red drape, and seeing no one, I slipped to the shadowy corner I could find.

I was too busy relishing in excitement that I never realized the mafia boss sneaking along with me.


It was actually rather…cute…to watch her face scrunch up comically in concentration. I decided to humor myself by seeing how far she could get before I'll need to step in. I never anticipated she was actually sneaking to the kitchen of all places. Really, every prisoner with common sense would try to get away. And if she was hungry why didn't she just ask Naruto, who became her guard apparently, for something? Maybe she wanted to get out but is lost? Or…maybe she could be bored? No…it can't be that, really, who tries to quell boredom like this?

But my thoughts were scratched back to naught when her bright emerald eyes lit up with joy as she walked into the large, fully equipped kitchen. She stood still for a good ten seconds, debating which refrigerator to open first. Finally she came to a decision and she pulled out a bottle of milk and turned to grab a glass. I sank into the shadows as much as I can so to make my chances to be seen less.

She paused as she caught sight of the freezer. She debated with herself. I came to the conclusion she was definitely not like any other girl I have met. It was amusing to almost be able to see the inner conflict she is raging in those eyes of her.

She returned the milk in its respected place and practically stalked to the freezer. It was…breathtaking to see her almost radiate happiness when she saw the small tub of chocolate ice-cream that I have no idea even was in there. I dislike sweets so there is no need for them to be stocked up…unless it was my three right hand men, Kakashi, Naruto and Suigetsu, that thought they could go behind my back. I made a mental note to go through those ordering lists again.

I focused my attention back on Sakura. She froze, with a hand around the tub, when a few servants walked past and caused a small racket with their loud talking.

I watched her closely from my hiding place around the corner. She finally relaxed after the noise faded and shook her as if she burned herself. I smirked in response. She seemed to nod to herself and she quickly began searching through the drawers. She straightened when she found…a spoon…and held it out in triumph. She quickly replaced what was touched to their respective place before grabbing the tub. She walked on quiet feet right pass me to the door.

Such a silly girl. I can't believe her! She knows full well she is "kidnapped" by a mafia gang yet she instead of trying to escape, or curl in a ball of fear, she sneaks out of her room, which I had decided did not need to be locked since I was sure she will be too afraid to do anything stupid. Clearly I needed to re think all I think I know of girls in general because she acts nothing like what I am used to. Even Naruto is starting to get on my nerves by not shutting up about her.

She is…an enigma. Yes, that is what she is. And I am reluctant to admit she fascinates me. Her life seems so simple, and she lives for the small things. I on the other hand am more acquainted with a gun and killing since I was young than having "fun" and striving for meaningless goals.

After a few minutes of following her I was very much tempted to point out she was going the wrong way again. But I must say, it is much more amusing to watch her eyes glaze over in panic each time she turned another corner in failure and almost have a heart attack in fear of being found. At least I know she still possess the emotion of self-preservation.

After another few minutes of…observing… her she finally discovered a hallway she recognizes and from there it went quiet fast to her room. She quickly slipped inside her room, which is strategically right next to mine.

Sakura Haruno is really something else.


And there it is. Hopefully this short story's chapters is not too short, I personally like long stories :)

Please let me know what you think! *hands you a chocolate chip cookie*