Chapter 3
Sakura and the group of men walked back out to the bar. Sakura took her usual spot behind the bar while the boys surrounded the strange colored guy.
He ignored them and kept drinking his sake. Sakura stopped in front of him.
"I'm gunna have to ask you to leave, sir," she said, voice polite yet firm.
He filled his glass again from the sake bottle.
Sasuke grabbed his shoulder. "The lady asked you to leave. Now leave."
There was no politeness or niceties in his voice.
The man finally looked up, revealing a shark-like face.
"If it was my decision, I wouldn't be in filth like this. I'm here on orders," he said, his mouth opening just enough for everyone to see sharp teeth.
"Who would give a wannabe like you an order of suicide?" Kiba asked.
He grabbed his cup, never taking his eyes off the guys, who he apparently thought was the biggest threat. This of course, ends up being one of his biggest mistakes but that will come into play shortly.
"It comes strait from the him."
Sakura lifted an eyebrow. "What would he want with us?"
"Other than to kill you?" the shark-man said with an evil smile.
Everyone glared; the guys' being more heated then Sakura's who wasn't naturally mean like them.
"He wants to talk to one of you."
"Huh?" Sakura stated her confusion openly.
Bluey turned to her and flashed his teeth in what was supposed to be a smile.
"You, shorty, he wants to talk to you."
Sakura looked up to the guys.
'What do I do?' she mouthed to them.
Kiba's eyes flicked to the door. Sakura repeated the action to Gaara and Sasuke who nodded.
"Well, you've given your message now give me the money to pay for your damn drink and get the fuck out of this bar," she growled.
The man stood up… fast. Almost too fast for Sakura to see.
"See you all later," he said, giving that creepy evil smile/sneer, "Especially you, shorty."
He started walking towards the door when Lee, the curious one of the group, called, "What is your name?"
Bluey stopped and looked at him over his shoulder.
"Why would you want to know?"
Lee smiled. "So I know who to hunt down if any harm ever comes to Sakura-chan because of you bastards." he said cheerfully.
Bluey smirked. "Kisame." And then he left.
LINEBREAKER OH JOY!!!!
The rest of her shift was relatively uneventful. She did end up seeing Temari, like always, and there was a fight over who got to sit in front row while Neji was up. But other than that nothing happened. After a 12 hour shift she finally got off at the same time as all the guys who where there when she got there that morning. They walked out the front door together, all chatting up a storm when something hit Sakura.
"She never called…" she said, worry laced through her voice.
"Huh?" Kiba said.
Sakura shook her head to clear it.
"My friend Ino. We were supposed to go get breakfast this morning but she wasn't there. I figured she had just been with another boytoy but she never even called to let me know how it was… She always does that just to gloat."
Sasuke and Gaara exchanged glances. Even though they hated each other they got along for the sake of Sakura's friendship, both hoping for more.
"Well, I'll see you guys tomorrow," Sakura said suddenly, "I'm gunna go to Ino's and see if she's there."
All the boys looked at each other now.
"We'll come with you," Lee said slowly.
"Yea, it's dangerous around here at this time of night," Shino pointed out.
Sakura looked at them with a mistrusting look. "What's up you guys? You don't think they got her do you?"
Sasuke shrugged. "There's only one way to find out."
LINEBREAKER OH JOY!!!
Sakura opened the door with the hide-away-key again. Everything was off, making everything incredibly silent.
"There's something defiantly wrong," Sakura stated.
"How do you know?" Neji asked.
All the guys followed her into the room.
Sakura smiled. "This place is never silent. There's always at least music playing even when she's not here."
Gaara separated from the rest of them and walked into the bedroom.
Sakura was a little peeved at him just waltzing into a girls room like that but not too soon after she heard, "Sasuke. Get in here."
The raven haired boy and Sakura walked over to the room. Gaara was standing in front of a blank wall.
"Hit the lights," he ordered.
Sasuke did and the room was plunged into darkness. Her eyes adjusted rather quickly to the darkness and she soon saw the mark. It was in luminescent paint that had dripped down the wall. (It only showed up in the dark.)
"Itachi," Sasuke hissed.
Sakura's eyes widened.
"No."
Gaara nodded.
"Oh, no," Sakura said, horror coming into her face.
After a few seconds the horror was replaced with fury.
"If this is why he wants to see me he's going to seriously get his ass kicked," she growled, storming out of the room. All of the guys followed.
Back outside Sakura jumped on her crotch rocket.
"Where are you going?" Shino asked quietly.
Sakura glared at the road in front of her. "I don't know. If they know where I work then they know where I live, so I can't go there. FUCK!"
All eight of the guys stared at their usually calm, sweet girl. (Yes they thought of her as one of their possessions)
"Sakura…" Neji said cautiously, "There are 8 of us who are willing to let you stay with us. You can even go from house to house if it will make you feel better."
All of the guys suddenly gave each other suspicious looks.
"Mine first!" Kiba and Lee yelled at the same time. Shikamaru winced at the volume of their voices.
"You realize that now she can't stay at your houses at all right?" Neji said, calm as always. Sasuke, Sai, Gaara, Shino, and Shikamaru all nodded in agreement.
Sakura revved up her bike, ignoring all of them. "I'm going to stay at a friends house for tonight. I need to talk with him about Ino anyways. See if he knows of anything I can do."
Lee jumped on her back, preventing her from leaving yet. "But who is he!? I've never heard of this person! Who is it!?"
Sakura sighed but before she could answer him, Sai mumbled, "His name is Naruto. He works at the café that she eats at every morning."
They all stared open mouthed at him. "How did you know all that?" they all said simultaneously.
