A/N: Alright. I got a review asking me if there will be any lemons. That, my dear, is entirely up to you readers. Send me a review asking if you would like a lemon(s) later on in the story, and with who. Alright? Alright.
Disclaimer: LOLOLOL. ME? OWN NARUTO? FUNNY SHIT. But really, I don't. Only the plot here, baybeh. ;D
Key:
'Thoughts'
"Speaking"
'Inner Sakura/Black Zetsu'
~^3rd person POV^~
"My lad- Sakura! Lady Temari is at the gate! She wishes to speak with you!"
With a blink, Sakura rolled out of bed. It had been two weeks since she had given the men freedom within the confines of her home. The progress was slow, her always belittling them for adding any respective titles onto her name, and basically forcing the idea of them being on equal grounds down their throat.
"Oh? Is that so? Hmph.. I wanted to sleep in, too."
She sighed, shaking her head and slipping on a silk robe. She walked out with a light yawn, forcing down the urge to grumble, before her attention turned over to the particular male that had woken her. Haku. Ah, wonderful little, feminine Haku. Zabuza begged her to take him under her wing, not wanting to be away from the male that he adored, and was somewhat of a father figure to. Sakura smiled at the memory, catching herself staring before she cleared her throat, pale hands uncomfortably pulling the robe around her form tighter.
Haku knew that she wasn't a morning person, and did his best to stay silent, and stare ahead, resisting the urge to fidget underneath her inspecting, melancholy gaze. Sakura was a beautiful woman, sure. She had a power to make any man - or woman - crumble at her feet. Either way, she always came out victorious. Well, unless she was against the Slug Princess Tsunade. Her motherly figure of sorts, and the base of her stubbornness, strength, and personality. She was a splitting image of her when she was young, excluding the looks. Though, even as old as Tsunade, she still had looks that would make any woman envious.
Even then, he found his thoughts drifting over to the other slaves. They all had personal stories in how Sakura made them fall, make her their weakness. Their Goddess, and their strength. Each male, though, had a different story. They all were varying and different, though intriguing. He heard plenty, of how much encounters they have had, to when they spotted her alone in the garden, watching as the water rippled along with the wind, and the fish swim around peacefully.
"Haku."
Having been ripped away from his previous thoughts, he blinked and turned chocolate eyes over to Sakura. She had a kind smile, making him mimic the cheeriness as he returned the smile on natural instinct.
"Thank you for walking me, but I believe I need to do this alone. Do you mind going and checking up on the other 'slaves'?"
The walls had ears. She knew that, and made sure to keep a tight leash on her grammar. Haku nodded briskly, turning around and running to go complete the task given to him. Sakura heaved a sigh of relief. The men, all of them. They were so very different, and she loved each and every one of them. It was quite complicated, really. But she didn't let her mind linger on one topic alone, but rather exiting the building with her fabulous attire, ready to greet the other mistress.
"Take them under your wing, she said. They're rebels and won't comply, she said. Whip them up and show them who's boss, she said. Dammit! How is she so delusional? You guys are angels."
She complimented with a grin, making the two males shift unconsciously. The meeting had gone well, and the men acted like proper slaves for the time being. Though, she found herself having more recruits. Two, actually. One brick red haired, rather antisocial boy named Gaara, and one amusing, though somewhat perverted brown haired teen. She had already grown on them, and was now talking animatedly with them as the other males looked on with ire. Their Sakura's attention was away, focused specifically on two boys. One seemed rather taken with her, which made most sneer, while the others planned his death. The other, though, looked disinterested and about ready to kill himself if it meant getting away from the female.
One man in particular, had his mind working, inspecting the brick red haired male that was just so.. Different.
'Well, this is new. Most slaves are absolutely smitten with the spitfire, but this one seemed stony. Hard. Cold... I suppose that it won't be for long. She even managed to make my heart melt.. Little wench.'
Kimimaro thought warmly, jade eyes taking in the scene before he swiftly turned around, walking away. He, himself, wanted some Sakura time. Though, he had the patience to wait. Unlike some red haired, scowling male that was about ready to jump from the balcony to go join the trio on the lawn, and take Sakura away from the other males. Sasori would never get old, even though he was so cold before. All these men were cold before Sakura came into their lives, it seemed. He still was at wonder in how it happened. How one pink haired woman with ethereal looks, could melt all of these stony hearts. He, of course, knew how she did his..
'But that's a story for another day.'
"Sasori. Put that impatience to good use, and go retrieve our Sakura. Before these two newbies fall like the rest, they need to know the guidelines."
".. What?"
She hissed, twin emerald depths alighting with temperamental fire at the news that was given from the older, crimson haired male. He stared down at her indifferently, his half-lidded gaze blinking innocently, not at all intimidated by the hellcat before him.
"I said, that Naruto attempted to cook something other than Ramen, and murdured our stove."
A muscle jumped within her cheek before she stood, and Sasori swore that he saw an ominous purple/grey cloud handing over the usually bright, jubilant woman. Somewhere deep inside, he really began to pity the blonde. Even though, his screw up served him, and the other males right. Now, at least he had an excuse to take Sakura away from the two sitting on the grass, watching he pair with mixed emotions. Kankuro was intrigued and amused, though a bit taken aback at the possessive vibe that Sasori was currently emanating. Gaara just wanted to be out of there, still not getting to the idea of being 'free' as Sakura had told them. She really was different, he observed.
"Oh, that little shit! Where is he? NARUTO!"
She yelled, making the three males in her company watch with slight curiosity as she bounded into her house, about ready to murder the poor boy. She really liked that stove, even if it was ancient. Almost as old as the house, and Naruto ruined it. Oh, he was going to get punished. And all of the other slaves knew this, and pitied the new-ish boy that was gained to their party a month before.
As she passed all of the different males, there were different emotions. Many played disinterest, but followed her with their gaze as she passed them, stomping towards the kitchen. Some downright followed, wanting to witness the fight and struggle that was about to happen. Others, though, just continued on with their task at hand. They were the older members, though. Having seen this plenty of times before, already knowing that there was blood to be shed, only to be cleaned up by them afterwords. What they didn't know, though, was that Naruto was currently hiding in the attic, afraid for his life.
-x With Gaara, Kankuro, and Sasori. x-
"There are guidelines involving Sakura, if you're interested."
"Believe me. I have no interest in the pink haired female. Excuse me."
Gaara replied in a blank drawl, bowing his head slightly in a farewell before he turned around, stuffed his hands in his pockets, and went for a stroll. Kankuro, on the other hand, sighed and shook his head. Because 'they were rebels,' wasn't the exact reason why they were there, with Sakura. Sakura had a skill to make even the evilest, selfish, and cold hearted man crumble down to their feet effortlessly. Temari and Kankuro were both concerned about their baby brother, not liking the way he was turning out. Though, they were scared of him. He had a violent streak, and refused to slave for anybody. This was a problem. Temari didn't want him to be punished - or worse. So she turned to give them to Sakura, knowing that she would make her baby brother better. In due time, that is. Kankuro on the other hand... He just wanted to witness her beauty himself, while keeping an eye on his baby bro. Other than that..
"I like her. So, what are the guidelines?"
Sasori studied the man before him, before pale lips parted to list off the rules and guidelines that all of the males followed, having a strong deal between all of them without Sakura's knowing.
"Most, like you, are smitten with her. Actually, all of us are. Some tend to get extremely possessive and jealous. Some are impatient. So, we take turns with Sakura. Not in the romantic sense, but just fine with her attention for the limited amount of time. You are not allowed to attempt to seduce her, this is out of the question. If Sakura chooses one of us, the others will back away and let them be. Flirting is allowed. And last, but not least. Sexual intercourse is prohibited, unless she comes onto you. Her chastity is something sacred, and not to be taken for granted."
"... That's a lot. I can't remember all of that!"
"Well. You better fucking try."Two sets of brown eyes turned towards the newcomer, as Sasori heaved a sigh.
"Zetsu. Has she finished with The Kyuubi yet?"
The dual-toned newcomers oculars glinted with sadistic glee, as both his white and black sides lips twisted into a sinister, satisfied smile. Showing off an interesting set of sharp, shark-like canibalistic teeth.
"She found him in the attic, hiding like a little bitch. Proceeding to throw him down the stairs. Pouncing on him and ripping his shit apart. No, no. Don't exaggerate. She just gave him a black eye, and a few scratches and scrapes. Tch. Not to mention that the fuck up always heals faster. Lucky bastard."
"I see. Well, I might as well go see."
Sasori murmured, making a quick retreat as Zetsu examined the male, before turning to go follow Sasori.
Meanwhile...
Gaara seemed to have found Itachi and Kimimaro hanging out in the back yard. No words were spoken, but the three had a mutual understanding about each other. And they did what they were used to doing. They stood there, staring out into blank space, brooding in silence.
A/N: AAAAAAAAAH. There's your updates, loves. :) Grant me with reviews, okay? It would be much apprecianted.
