I help you, you help me
Rated:T (Some suggestive stuff)
"Come on out, I know you're there," Sakura says into the night, turning away from her door, keys still clutched between her fingers.
Out of the corner of her eye, she sees the shadow of a man landing above her on the scaffolding, "I got good ears," she says pointing to them "they get mighty sharp in this profession, gotta stay vigilant. You never know who might be after you."
The man steps out into the moonlight, dressed in his usual hero outfit of all black except for the purple hawk emblazoned across his chest. His black hair in its usual messy spikes.
"Hey, Sakura." He says in the voice she knows like the back of her hand, mouth pulled into a smirk. And the way her name rolls off his tongue sends a shiver down her spine. "It's been a while."
She crosses her arms over her chest, pulling her tan coat tighter around her against the chill of the night, "I'd like to keep it that way." She mutters.
He drops down in front of her, as agile as a cat, hardly making a sound. "You're a hard girl to find, pretty clever hiding in plain sight like that." His playful expression quickly vanishes, replaced by something more serious. "I've got some questions for you, like, where can I find your best friend Ino."
Sakura only tilts her head to the side, not giving him an answer so he tries again, "Look we need your help, Ino is-"
Holding up a hand, she stops him before he finishes his sentence, "Save it hon, I don't run with the costumed crowd anymore, I've turned over a new leaf."
"Listen, I don't care if you don't run with your little band of misfits anymore, all I care about is learning the whereabouts of Ino, you're the only one who can find her. Help us before she gets herself hurt."
The scowl that was once etched on her face slowly disappears at the idea of Ino getting hurt but it comes back just a fast "Nuh-uh, I'm done with that life. The capes and tights and masks. I just trying to lead a normal life, I'm a waitress now."
Nighthawk takes a couple of steps towards her and Sakura clutches her purse a bit tighter. "That's funny, I thought with your vast intellect and Ph.D. you'd go back to being a doctor. Instead, you're dressing up in skimpy white and black making minimum wage plus tips." He reaches out a hand, tucking a strand of her pink hair behind her ear, she doesn't know why she lets him "I know there's a part of you that wants to get back in the game."
She smacks his hand away, his words irking her. "Nice try Nighthawk, you're on your own." Turning back to her door she inserts the key unlocking it wanting so badly to just go inside but she feels him step behind her, feels the warmth radiating off his body. His next words cause her shoulders to tense, and the anger flares up again.
"You haven't reported to your parole officer in months, I should just drag your crazy ass back to jail right now."
"Oh yeah?" she sneers, turning around quickly, kicking him in the chest sending him backward, "I'd like to see you try." The blow doesn't faze him though, and he launches himself into several backflips landing into a fight stance. She comes at him quickly, the power behind her kicks always did surprise him, but he's able to block them fairly easily. One particular kick sends him sliding backward, and the surprise is evident on his face even with his mask.
The smirk she sends him is particularly evil as she removes her coat leaving her in the black and white skimpy waitress outfit he was talking about. She runs at him again aiming another kick at his head spinning around when he blocks it sending a punch straight at his jaw. He narrowly dodges, ducking underneath and elbowing her in the side.
Dropping low she knocks his balance with a well-executed sweeping kick. His back hits the brick building behind him but it does nothing to slow him down and he launches at her again. They trade kicks and punches, each trying to overpower the other.
When he starts to feel sluggish he knows he's lost, "What did you do?" he slurs, starting to see double.
"Oh you know, just one of my favorite little poisons." She taunts, holding up her hand and showing him the ring nestled on her finger and the small needle it holds. "Don't worry, it's nothing harmful it'll only knock you out for a couple of hours."
The last thing he sees is the evil little smile on her pretty face.
He wakes to the sound of Sakura's voice and she's talking to herself, "I know, it was stupid bringing him back to my place, but what was I supposed to do?" she asks herself as she paces back and forth. "I couldn't just let him go, he knows where I live." She pauses in her steps and places a hand under her chin in contemplation, "Coulda just killed him you dumbass!" she yells at herself, behind her Nighthawk raises an eyebrow at the scene, not in the least perturbed having witnessed Sakuras mental battles before. "Nah I'm not a criminal anymore, plus he's kinda too cute to kill. And anyway maybe I should help out, Ino sounds like she in some serious trouble."
Having had enough, his voice cuts through her ramblings and she jumps at the sound, "Are you done talking to yourself?"
"Well hello there sleeping beauty, d'ya have a nice nap?" she asks, fake cheer in her voice. He scowls at her and she only smiles in return, "You gave me quite the workout, out there." She says, looking down at her uniform, and the new stains it holds from their fight.
"Definitely could use a shower," she says as she unbuttons her top and slides off her skirt oblivious to the eyes on her. She walks over to her wardrobe and searches for something clean to wear for the moment. When she doesn't find something on the top rack she bends over and searches for something on the lower one.
Nighthawk quickly turns his head to the side, color pooling in his cheeks and his blood rushing south. He clears his throat, "Hey Hana, you gonna untie me anytime soon?"
The name he uses causes her to turn around quickly, and she clutches the t-shirt she had been holding to her chest tightly. Her nails digging into the fabric. "I don't go by that name anymore." She glares at him until she notices his little dilemma and the smirk that forms on her lips it predatory.
"Well, what do we have here?" She asks, the mischief in her voice not lost.
"Hey now, don't be getting any funny ideas." He glares, but even to his own ears it sounds half-assed. The fact that he's still tied up doesn't help the situation either.
She drops the shirt she had been holding and saunters over to him, "Too late." She says as she crawls between his legs and stops when their hips meet, placing her arms on either side of his chest. "I've been a little lonely the past couple of months." She pouts, one of her hands slides up his torso, glides up his neck and stops just under his mask. Her thumb brushes along his cheekbone, "You know, I've always liked you better without the mask, Sasuke." Her lips ghost over his other cheek, and he finds it hard to swallow the lump forming in his throat.
"Look, Sakura, I'm not saying that I don't want to, because that would be nice, all sorts of wrong, you know with us being on opposite sides of the law but nice. Right now though I just really need to find Ino-"
She shushes him with a finger to his lips, her breasts pressing into his chest "Face it, sweetheart, I have something you want and you have something I want, so be a good boy and maybe I'll give you what you want."
He makes to look as if he's contemplating but they both know what his answer is going to be, and he knows that if he wasn't wearing the mask the same eagerness currently shining in her green eyes, would surely be visible in his.
"I think we have ourselves a deal."
A/N: okay if it wasn't very obvious, just imagine Nightwing, but Sasuke. Anyway, I know I haven't updated in like months and I sincerely apologize. writer's block can be such a bitch, I'm always starting new one-shots and then not finishing, or I'll forget where I was going with them and ugh it's all so annoying. But this scene is from movie and I was like *lightbulb* if you know it yay! If you don't that's okay too. well anyway until next time. xx