Heyy! :D First off, i have a really important question for you all who read this fanfiction. This story was originally mean to only be a one shot, but then people wanted more...and so now its a fully fledged story, that i've created a plot for. now, the name of this fanfiction suited the oneshot perfectly, but somehow, i dont know if it suits the plot anymore? i want you all to review, pm me, tell me what you think!
should i change the name and summary? or should i keep it the same?
i would also like to mention, please do not alert and favourite this fanfiction and then NOT review. if you liek the story that much to favourite it, then why not review and tell me why? xD Just a heads up. i dont mind hearing from you guys!
anyways, i hope you like this installment of Lollipop!
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It's odd really. How a sudden situation, thrown at a person, even when it should have been bitter, and angry, and awkward, could in reality, be sweet, and calm, and…perfect.
Sakura had been stood there, in an exact moment like that.
Pein, the Akatsuki leader had been standing before her, a smile on his lips. The smile was almost welcoming and not harsh (once again) like she had expected.
His ringed orbs had been filled with content and Sakura had figured that he knew everything, including the exact reason she was willingly standing in front of him.
And although, a few years ago, she would have cowered from this, fought against it, been frightened, right this second, she wasn't.
This whole situation felt normal, it felt good, it felt right. In truth, Sakura had always known she'd turn traitor. She wanted others to see her as strong, yet everyday people accused her of being weak.
Her village was never the place she was meant to be. And so there she was, in the Akatsuki base, her eyes connected with that of the leader. She wasn't scared. Oh kami she wasn't even nervous.
A smile works its way on to her soft lips. Behind her, Kisame was still rubbing his jaw, the blood from his split lip now drying slightly. Itachi had put his book down again, and was standing, emotionless as ever.
Deidara had appeared behind leader, and was standing next to Sasori, who himself was watching Sakura, quite pleased that his lover seemed comfortable there.
She seemed to fit, even though she wasn't wearing a cloak. He could imagine her in one, midnight black, with the red clouds adorning the fabric. To him, it was a beautiful sight in his head.
It is then that the red head realises that he wants her to join him. Yes, this isn't the best kind of place to have a romance blossom, but she was his blossom. His cherry blossom. And he was it in her eyes. The fire. A burning fire that resided in her green orbs. It contrasted with the soft colour, and it made her even the more beautiful.
It was a passion that he saw in her. And he knew that leader saw it too. He had to have seen it. Because she had been smiling at them all, and she looked right into their leaders eyes.
"I want to become an Akatsuki member" She had said. Her voice was clear cut, and without any trace of regret.
Leader nods his head, and his own smile widens.
"Well my dear" He says, holding his hand out to her, in a significant gesture. "You must prove your loyalty to me"
She spares a tiny glance towards his hand, before raising her own. He takes it and the two both shake hands.
Sasori smirks brightly.
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For sakura to prove her loyalty towards the Akatsuki, she had to do but one thing; Fight to kill.
That seemed simple enough right?
No,for sakura that was never going to be the case. The pinkette found herself, now inside the akatsuki training room, facing a certain someone with black beady eyes, and gills.
"My dear child, why don't you start by fighting Kisame" Pein had mentioned, without hesitation as he had lead her through the base.
Now she was in the training room, staring at her opponent, who was grinning at her with hunger in his dark eyes. His faithful sword pointed towards her slightly.
She waits for him to make the first move. He doesn't move an inch.
"come on sakura…make him react!" Inner Murmurs, her thoughts calculating and evil.
Sakura heeds her inners words, and smiles brightly at Kisame, who looks at her slightly confused. "Don't you want to get some sort of revenge?" she asks playfully, walking from side to side, her eyes flitting from him and back to the wall. "Or are you scared I'll punch you pwitty wikkle fwace again?"
He growls a prophanity at her, and moves just a bit towards her, before he checks himself and stops. She smiles quite darkly, and walks over to the stand in the corner of the room. The stand looked more like a table, or platform used when fighting to get leverage on one's opponent.
She sits on the edge, leaning against it as he watches her, his eyes sharp.
"I'll take that as a no…" she states. That fire was in her eyes again, and she was ready to fight. "Oh well…I was looking forward to beating your arse, fish stick" her use of the nasty nickname was obviously the last straw for Kisame, who growls and flings himself at her from across the room. Before she can react, he grabs her by the neck, his teeth gnashing at her darkly as he speaks lowly into her ear.
"you'll regret calling me that 'cherry blossom'" He hisses. She shivers and looks him in the eyes, green on black.
"I know your weakness" she Whispers, almost sensually back to him.
"hmm?" He replies, an eyebrow raising. "I don't have one"
"Yeah…" she murmurs, tiptoeing and brushing her finger against his arm, tracing a small circle. Her small action had frozen him in place, curious as to what she was up to. "I know your weakness
She winks at him before kicking him sharply in the groin. He hisses in pain and kneels down, clutching his precious 'parts'.
She cackles evilly, before slipping behind him, taking a kunai from her pouch as she does so. Sparing a glance at leader (who was watching from the door way), she pushes the kunai into the back of his neck, causing kisame to once again cry out in pain. She stops the movement of the kunai.
"I do believe I've won" she whispers into his ear, leaning down to his height on the floor. Then she slices the back of his neck harshly, and steps back. Kisame was left groaning on the floor, blood dripping down his neck and slowly down his back.
She smirks at leader, who was watching stoically (as usual). Then the red blood on her kunai catches her attention.
Now, you should know, the old sakura would never have considered doing what the new sakura decides to do. It was beyond her old self to think so…so much like a sadomasochist…but, she looks down at the kunai in her pale hand, the blood slowly running down it, slipping slightly onto her pale flesh…and she can't help but wonder.
"I wonder how it tastes…" Inner comments.
Sakura stares at the blood, as it runs across her skin and down her wrist. She then, keeps eye contact with leader, who was watching her calmly, and licks the blood from the base of her kunai, to the tip, being careful not to slice her tongue. Then she licks the blood off of her wrist.
Kisame was watching her wide eyed. "Taste nice?" He asks, coolly, shooting her a smirk.
She gives him a small wink, before turning towards leader. She had no idea what had possessed her to do what she had just done…but leader seemed pleased. For once, a smile was tugging at the sides of his lips, and his eyes were observing. Clearly, who knew what had driven her to taste her 'almost' victims' blood.
Blood lust.
And he knew she contained more power in her. More bloodlust. And he wanted to see it for himself, to whiteness exactly why Tsunade took her as a student for those years. He could see it in her eyes, the burning desire to tear flesh apart.
"Well done Sakura" He comments lightly. "But I'd like to see you aim to kill"
She frowns slightly, before a masked demeanour was thrown on to her pretty face. "Of course, leader-Sama" and she bows slightly, before following him out of the room, dropping her still slightly bloodied kunai to the floor.
Kisame watches them leave, and he smirks.
"No wonder why Sasori took her as his"
Another kunai was thrown through the doorway, and barely misses his head. He freezes for a second then laughs.
"I heard that you fish stick!" comes the cherry blossoms sadistic voice.
Kisame's chuckles are earth shattering.
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The next part of her approval was at night. The sky was dark and misted, the clouds hanging over the kunoichi as she stalked through the night, her pink hair dimmed by the darkness of the early night. Her green eyes, although in the dark, were beautiful and shimmering with a gleam that could only spell one thing; Mischief was on its way.
Pein watches her movements with calm ringed orbs. She was unlike any other kunoichi he had ever come across from the hidden leaf. She seemed…almost at home with the akatsuki, like she belonged there.
He recalls that Itachi had reported about that calmness she held when dealing with him once, although pein did not believe that such a young, stupid friend of that blonde kid could ever be strong enough to join their ranks.
Of course, he had been wrong, and now, she was proving just how lethal she could be.
The pinkette stalks through the night, a kunai in hand, and silently, carefully, she slips into a nearby house. This was her mission, please leader by killing off a deadly enemy. Of course, sakura would prove that she could be even more deadly than this enemy she had to face.
Stealthily, she slips through one of the windows, which was open, a gap just big enough for her slender frame to fit through unnoticed. Once that was done, she looks around, green orbs scanning the house for life.
She spots a toilet, and in one of the corners, a bath. She was in the bathroom.
As she passes the large mirror above a set of marble sinks, she takes a glimpse of herself. Her eyes were hooded, her lips, curved up into a gruesome smile that screamed 'bloody murder'. Her green orbs travel down to the kunai she held, her mind was clear, but her heart beat increased.
Could she really do this?
After all, an enemy of the akatsuki would once have been her alliance. Could she honestly and truthfully take a life that once could have protected her? She pauses, and looks herself in the eye through the pane of the mirror. Her reflection frowns.
Why did she suddenly have to have such second thoughts as this? Did she want to become a murderer? Was this where she was really mean to be?
An image of Sasori runs through her head. His brown orbs staring into her own, his pale arms holding her close, his lips against hers, a beautiful man. The man she loved. The one whom she wanted to be with forever.
The image leaks away to be replaced by the image of Naruto, his eyes saddened a look of disappointment on his face. It was after the mission where Sasuke had almost killed her. Naruto was disappointed in her.
And Tsunade had been too. Upset that she could only ever show weakness. Upset that she was no longer the bright eyed, determined girl she was before. Upset that she could never call sakura family again.
The pinkettes hand tightens around the kunai clasped in her pale grip. She would prove them wrong; all of them.
No one would call her weak and useless ever again.
With a new burning fire in her eyes, her mind, her heart, sakura stalks through the house, and finally finds herself in the targets room. The man was asleep, snoring lightly, and sakura was pleased. It would make the slaughter easier for the both of them.
She climbs atop his chest, and with one last whisper to the man, who was sleeping ever so soundly, she plunges the kunai deep into his heart. The words she whispered to him barely left her lips, for the man's eyes opened slightly, and he gasps.
"Sorry…" were her words and she watches as the last of his life leaves his dark eyes.
She pulls the kunai from the dead man's chest, and leaves via the bedroom window, never looking back. She couldn't bring herself to look, or even to cry over what she had just done.
She approaches leader, who was waiting with Sasori on a rooftop nearby. The red head was watching her, the blood soaked arm gripping a kunai which was also covered in the crimson liquid. He smiles, and she returns it. He was fully away of the tiny hint of sadness he saw in her green orbs, but that was drowned out by the blood lust. Her smile completed the scene. Her pink hair whips around her face, framing her subtle cheeks, a small blush over the apples of them, her lips curved upwards into a heart stopping smile.
She was utterly beautiful.
"Once again, very well done Sakura Haruno" Leader compliments her.
Sakura looks at him. And he knows. She was always meant to be an assassin. A murderer. An Akatsuki member. She was right where she was always meant to be.
This was her destiny.