Summary: He was an assassin who lost his parents when he was six. She was an ex-gang leader who was nearly killed by hers. When they meet sparks fly as they're partnered up for a mission that will change both their lives. SasuSaku
Chapter 12: Be Mine
It was three in the morning. Three in the damn morning and she still wasn't freakin home! He was pissed, no, he was beyond pissed, he was enraged. He had gotten home and saw her car was not here but he had shrugged it off, thinking she had wanted to vent for a bit. But when three hours flew by and she still wasn't here, he called her and guess what? Yup, no answer. And now it was five hours passed that and he had still gotten no answer, let alone a call back. She was so going to get a piece of his mind when she came home.
He was in his bedroom, now watching tv as he waited for her to get home so he could vent his own anger out. He heard the familiar sound of the Gallardo and had to restrain himself from jumping out of the bed. He'd give her a few moments to herself before he went down and yelled at her. She obviously had no idea how worried he had been about her. He had been pacing around his house til midnight where he promptly went to take a run to take his mind off it.
That had not worked so he took a shower and went to his room to watch tv and wait and see if she came home. He had even called Naruto and Hinata to see if she was there. She wasn't and he said that when she came home he would call them. If she didn't they would have to go look for her in the morning.
He heard the front door open and waited for the footsteps to show she was coming outside. When he didn't hear them, not even five minutes later he frowned and got up. He pulled his silk black robe on and walked downstairs. Hearing the tv on he went to check the living room. He walked in and didn't see her but as he walked closer to the couch he found her.
She was curled up in a ball, seemingly passed out. He sighed, running a hand threw his hair. He looked at the table a few feet from the couch and saw a bottle of vodka along with her phone. She had been drinking. Great. He bottled it up before going to grab her phone, which was opened to her text messages.
Figuring it wouldn't hurt, he read them:
Wat's up beautiful?
Nothin much sexxi, waiting for the 'boss' of Sound to come. Hbu?
Nuthin, missing you. It's boring here now. When are you coming back?
Aww I miss you too sexxi but idk. Depends on how long im needed here.
Better not be 2 long. Your leave is almost up. In March, act. On your birthday. You better be here b4 than tho. I miss you next to me. ; )
Nah I don't think I'll be here that long. And even if I am it don't matter. I'll be back sexxi. No worries. Hah. I miss having you next to mi too.
You better be bak soon. Not being able to see you is torture. I'm gonna go crazy without you. These guys here are annoying the shit outta me and now I have no one to keep the fan girls away. =' (
Aww poor you. Having them both must be driving you insane. But tell those fan girls that they better bak off else they'll have to answer to me. Say that to the guys too and see what they say. But awww sexxi, your sooo cuteee. I hate not being able to see you too. Don't worry tho ill be bak b4 you kno it.
Hah. Yeah ik poor me. But yeah ill tell em. That should scare the shit outta both of em. But I aint cute babe. I'm drop dead sexxi. ; ) Cute makes me sound young and feminine. And you kno from experience that I have not one feminine bone in my body. Right babee?
Yupp thats the plan. And yeah you def are drop dead sexxi but your cute sometimes too. Never said you were feminine cuz of it and that aint a feminine word sexxi. Though I think when I get bak your gonna have to refresh my memory bout you not being feminine. Wat u think? ; )
Oh most defiantly babe. Most defiantly. It has been toooo longg. Believe me when we finish you aint never gonna think im the least bit female again. Though im kinda curious babe you meet any men there?
Hah. Im sure I wont. But yeah I did. He sooo sweet, sexxi. He makes me smile at the things he does. He reminds me of you a bit. Protective, possessive, caring, handsome, sexy. Actually he looks like you too. It's kinda weird. If I didn't know better I'd say you were brothers. Hah. But what have you been up 2? How's everything in the gang?
Suree sounds weird babe. But you kno you love them qualities on me. =) U better not fall in love wit him babe, you kno ur my girl. ; ) but I haven't been up to much. Running the gang is a pain. It aint good either babe. G is coming after us even more now that your gone. Saying something bout us not being united now. Idkk.
Hah ik I do. Psh, your girl my ass, sexxi. I aint wit no one. Men piss me off too much. Whathcha think that the gang was gonna be a piece of cake? Hah. Go kick g's ass. The dumb bastard. Psh. When I get back he's dead.
Shit who pissed you off babe? Tell me ill kill em for you. But yeah g's def dead specially cuz of what he done.
What he do? And I aint telling you.
You mean you didn't hear what happen?
Bout what?
Kakuzu's betrayal.
What?!
Yeah, he betrayed us and that aint all babee. He, uh....
He what?
He killed Zetsu.
Ur kididng me right?
Nah, babee I aint.
U sure this aint some sick joke?
Positive babee. I wish it were.
I...ttyl. I g2g do something. Peace.
Babe don't do nothing stupid.
Babe?
Hello?
Goddamn it Sakura ANSWER ME!!!
He closed the text message screen and saw around ten missed calls from him and around fifty from my sexxi loveee.
He shut his eyes, feeling like a grade A asshole. She had been hurting about the death of her friend and he had thought that she was mad at him. He had not even asked her what was wrong. He had just said he was going with Naruto and Hinata. Now he understood why she was drinking and why she had come home late.
He looked back at her to see her emerald green eyes staring right back at him, anger evident. Shit.
"Have fun reading my messages?" She asked him as she sat up. He frowned. She didn't seem drunk. She was talking fine.
"I, uh...."
She didn't let him finish as she grabbed her phone from him and looked at the missed calls. She sighed and put it away as she ran a hand threw her hair. Spotting the vodka on the table she grabbed it and took a swig. God was she glad she didn't get hangovers.
"Do you really think drinking will help bring him back?" She froze as she heard his words and put the drink back down on the table as she looked at him.
"No, but it makes me feel better." She answered him.
"Why? Because it makes you forget?"
"Yeah, let's go with that." She went to take the bottle again only to have Sasuke catch her hand.
She glared at him as she pulled it away and went for the bottle again, only to have him once again catch her hand.
"I don't think you need anymore."
"Who the fuck are you to tell me what I need and don't?" She spat out at him in anger.
"Obviously someone with a clearer head than you."
She gave a bitter laugh at that, "Everyone has a clearer head than I do! You wouldn't believe me if I told you how much shit goes threw my mind everyday. How much I've had to deal with since I was a kid. Excuse me if drinking helps make me feel better and takes the damn voices out of my head."
He had no idea what she was rambling about but no doubt it was something important. Something that he knew nothing about. Something that perhaps might help him figure her out.
"What?"
"Nothing...just....nothing. Can I have my vodka?"
"No. How much did you have anyway?"
"Not as much as I usually do; that's for damn sure."
"Your not drunk."
"No but if you gave me the bottle I would be."
"Where'd you go?"
"Out. Now give me the bottle."
"No, tell me where you went."
She gritted her teeth and he was almost positive she was getting ready to smack him but she didn't as she turned on her heel and stalked towards the door. He scowled as he realized she was going back out and went after her. He lightly grabbed her arm and spun her around.
"Where are you going?"
"Out." She answered simply before she turned back around, grabbing her arm from him and continued to walk. He was getting mad and it wasn't good. He would never lift a hand to a woman but damn was she tempting.
He grabbed her again, spinning her around to face him as he backed her up against the door. She looked surprised that he did it than it changed to a look of utter rage.
"What the hell do you think your doing?!" She hissed at him. His eyes narrowed as he scowled. His eyes were no doubt red at the moment.
"What the hell do you think your doing? There is no way in hell your going back out. Especially for more vodka. We have school tomorrow!" He yelled at her, his anger getting the better of him.
"Does is look like I give a shit?!"
"Why the hell are you so mad? He's dead! Everyone dies! Get over it!"
He knew that he shouldn't have said that. That it was probably the most meanest and hypocritical thing that he could possibly say but seeing her like this; yelling and almost depressed looking made him weak. She looked so lost. Like she didn't know what to do. Like she didn't know hoe to handle what had just happened.
She probably didn't know. She was thousands of miles away from where she was suppose to be and she didn't know what to do about it. When other people died she was there, she started to plot their deaths for killing a friend but she could nothing but sit back and watch here. She couldn't even go to the funeral.
He watched her eyes narrow as she looked at him in disbelief. Get over it he had said. He inwardly snorted. He was yet to be over his parents murders over twelves years ago. He supposed that was different though; she had not witnessed the murder of her friend first hand. He had watched his mother die right in front of him and had not been able to do anything about it.
He knew how she felt. Her eyes changed as they went from angry to hurt to emotionless in matter of seconds. She set her face into an emotionless facade and stared at him; her eyes empty. He didn't like it. That was the immediate thought that ran threw his head as he saw it.
"Let me go," She told him quietly as she lowered her head so her hair covered her eyes.
His heart clenched as he heard no emotion, "No."
"Let me go," She repeated, her voice louder this time, more dangerous.
"No."
He would not let her go until he ready, which wouldn't be until she talked to him. He wanted her to get her feelings out so she wouldn't feel the way she felt. If she kept her emotions bottled up one day she would explode and that was something he did not want to happen. There was no telling what would happen if she exploded in the wrong place; she could and probably would hurt innocent people and when she calmed down she would be worse than she had be, most likely horrified by what she had done.
Her eyes flashed dangerously and no more than a second later he felt something cool and hard against his neck, "Let. Me. Go."
He didn't need to look down to know that it was a dagger that was being held against his neck. He knew from experience what it felt like. Though, perhaps he should not have pushed her to this particular point. None the less he would get the response he wanted from her.
"Nope. Not gonna happen." He told her and he felt the blade go further into his neck. He felt it pierce his skin and he felt as blood lightly dripped down his neck. His eyes widened as a pale tear stricken face with blood running down it flashed in his mind.
He shook his head, causing the blade to slide against his throat and cut it open. She gasped in horror as she removed the blade form his neck and placed it back in it's holster. She reached up with her hands to touch his neck but he caught both of them and held them up against the door, his eyes mistrustful.
God, she felt horrible. She had not meant to actually cut him like that. Maybe a little prick to draw a drop of blood but she had not wanted to cut open his damn neck. She was grateful that she had not pressed it harder against his neck, else he would have no doubt been dying now. He didn't trust her with her hands; that's why he had grabbed them.
She supposed she understood it but it still didn't make anything better. She shouldn't have even come back here tonight. It had been a mistake. She needed to deal with it alone; mourn for her friend alone. Come back when she was stable enough to be around people without exploding.
She leaned her head forward, he was watching with narrowed eyes, and lightly ran her lips over his jaw line, a kind of no word apology as of right now, because he deserved it. She had cut open his neck. He knew what she was doing; she knew he did, especially when he pressed his cheek against her lips.
She rested her cheek against his for a few moments as they stood in silence. Than she turned her head, dragging her lips against his cheek towards his mouth, slowly. She lightly kissed the sides of his mouth than his chin before pulling her head back and looking at him in the eye. While she had been doing that, she had gotten one hand free and trailed it down his back before, by his waist, she went around to the side and trailed her hand up his stomach to his chest, sending shivers up his spine even though she wasn't even touching his skin. He had stiffened when she had touched his back but as she got to his waist, he relaxed, not as much as she had liked but he had relaxed, only to stiffen again as she trailed up his chest.
She didn't know why he kept doing that, all she knew was that there was a reason and until she was told or perhaps, shown the reason, she would not place her hands under his shirt to touch his skin, because no doubt he didn't want that. So she took her hand and ran it threw his hair a bit before massaging his scalp with her fingers.
She was driving him crazy. He had said it many times before and he would probably be saying it a lot more. She was treading in dangerous waters. Her lips had been so close to his own and her hand that had been going around his body had not helped. He was going insane. His body was on fire, his heart was beating a million times a minutes, ready to burst out of him chest. He had never felt what he felt at the moment before in his life and he wasn't too sure how he felt about it.
He was happy because he was so close to her, but he was a bit put off because he didn't like things that he knew nothing about. And he knew nothing about the things he were feeling at the moment. He wasn't talking about physically. He could feel those changes....he was pretty sure she could too. He was talking about the butterflies flying in his stomach, the fact that his heart was pounding and the face the only thing that was running threw his mind was that he wanted to kiss her.
And seeing as nothing else was in his mind but that, he went for it. He smashed both their lips together as he bent his head to hers and wrapped an arm around her waist as he brought their bodies closer to each other. She instantly responded to his rough, spontaneous kiss, sweeping her tongue across his lower lip as she placed her hand on the back of his neck. He, hesitantly, opened his mouth to her and felt her tongue enter his mouth, tracing over inch she could. Not one to like being dominated he fought against hers. He felt her smirk as she retreated so he could have a taste of her. He grunted in approval as he repeated the same thing she had done as he ran his tongue all over the inside of her mouth. When he went to remove it, she grabbed it with her lips and gave it a little suck before letting go and giving him another kiss, to which he eagerly responded.
She had to say he was a pretty good kisser, not the best she had experienced but close to it. He was too hesitant and for some reason he felt as if it were his first time kissing someone because of it. She didn't mind if he had not kissed before seeing as he was good but it was kind of surprising. Especially with his looks; no doubt he could have any girl he wanted. She felt her ego flare as she realized, that what he wanted was her. As she felt his tongue sweep against her bottom lip like she had done, she smiled. No experience was fine with her because that meant she had to teach him.
He had to have died and gone to heaven. He was in pure rapture as he kissed her. She tasted wonderful; sweet yet sour, a perfect combination for him, seeing as he didn't like sweets too much. It fit her personality as well. She looked like an absolute angel and she could act as if she were one too but she had her bad side just like everyone else did. He knew that she was experience; he could tell by the way she knew exactly what to do. Not to mention there was no way she was with over one hundred and sixty guys, or whatever the number had been and had not kissed them. It upset him a bit but he knew that there was nothing he could do about it. It had been before him after all. He would just make sure that after him there was no more. Hell, he would make sure there was no after him.
He placed his hand against her cheek as he rubbed his thumb against her cheek before he pulled away from their heated kiss to breath, because damn was he breathless. He leaned his forehead against hers and stared into her eyes that had reopened upon breaking apart. She blinked a few times before smirking.
"Not bad," She said to him and he noticed she wasn't as breathless as he was, "Not bad at all."
He raised an eyebrow at her comment, "What, exactly, is that suppose to mean?"
She shrugged her shoulders lightly as she looked around the room once before looking back at him, "Nothing....just.....was I your first kiss?"
He groaned, "How could you tell?"
She laughed lightly, "Believe me if I wasn't as experienced as I am than I wouldn't have. You're a damn fine kisser. Just, how have you never kissed a girl before? I mean, aren't boys suppose to have more hormones than girls?"
It was his turn to shrug, "I don't know. I just never found a girl that I wanted to kiss, I guess."
She nodded her head as a thought came to her head, "Damn, you Uchiha's must have been good at everything. I so wouldn't have mind meeting your brother."
He growled playfully at her, "Yeah, don't think I would have taken you to meet him if he were still alive."
"Awwww, why?"
"Cause your mine," He said possessively, "I won't share."
She lifted both eyebrows at his statement, "What makes you think you won't be?"
He snorted at her question. If they went out, there would be no other guys.
"I'd kill em."
"Kill them when I would be the one going to them. Doesn't make sense, does it?"
"Than I guess I'd have to chain you to me, huh?"
She clicked her tongue against her teeth, "That could prove to be difficult, but fun, none the less."
He didn't respond to her statement as he looked at her. Being in a relationship with her would prove to be difficult if she were as big a flirt as she put on. No doubt there would always be a small amount of distrust lurking in the back of his mind and every time she was out alone he would be thinking that she was with some other guy. Though he supposed there was always distrust in relationships, though not shown. He could deal with it. As long as what he thought was happening, wasn't.
"So, what happens now?" He asked her, non-chanty.
She raised an eyebrow at the question, "What do you mean?"
"Like, what did we just do mean."
She froze at the question as she frowned, "I, well.....nothing, to tell you the truth. I told you I hook up with guys all the time. It doesn't mean much to me."
It was the truth, like she said. She hooked up with men all the time. It just became a regular thing to her. She didn't have to have feelings for the man to hook up with him. It was just something to quench her lust.
"So your telling me that kiss meant nothing? Nothing at all?"
"I...err....well, I mean, do you want it to mean something?" She questioned him.
If he wanted it to mean something than she could give him the chance. She had grown to like him in the past three days, as weird as that sounded. He seemed real unlike the other men, except the exception, she had been with. He didn't want her for her body or her name; he wanted her for her. At least, that's what she saw. If he proved to be unreal like everyone else she would dump him on the spot and never, ever be in another relationship in her life. That was a vow to herself. She tried it once and if it didn't work, she moved on and never went back.
"Yes." That simple, emotion filled answer, was all she needed to hear as she cracked a smile.
"Than I do believe you have something to ask me."
He raised an eyebrow at her as if asking what.
"Well if you don't ask me I can't say yes." She said to him with a shrug, a twinkle evident in her eye.
He smirked, now he got it, "Will you go out with me?"
She scowled as she shook her head, "Nope. Wrong question."
"What?"
"Don't like how that's worded, mister. I mean if you want me to go out with other guys too and not feel bad because that's all we're doing than by all means ask me again."
His eyes narrowed as he asked, "Be my girlfriend?"
She shook her head again, "You have girlfriends. Hinata's a girl....friend. A girl that's a friend. Get it? I mean if you want me to have boyfriends than....."
He cut her off, "Be mine and only mine?"
She smiled at him, "I thought you'd never ask."
He rolled his eyes at her and she laughed before kissing him again. He smiled against her lips. Life was good.
(A/N: Awwww they're together. Ain't that cute? Hah. Well next chapter will prob be a time skip.)
