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Bullet-Proof

By: ang3Lix

Chapter: Assassin: Uchiha Sasuke

" Ino, give me a break."

The so-called 'Ino' stomped from her spot behind the pink-haired girl, making her way infront of her. Tilting her hip to one side, she placed both hands on her waist. Her expression was very furious, with a mix of slyness.

" Give you a break?" she asked in a high-pitched shriek, " Who in the world are you to order me around? It told you like, five minutes ago that I need a book report in the Roman empire!"

The other hid her emerald eyes from the world. Bringing a hand to her temple, she tried to fend away the pain that was beginning to explode rapidly in a form of a migraine. Giving off a frustrated sigh, she finally faced the seething blond who was impatiently tapping her high-heeled foot against the floor.

" Look here, Ino. Do you really think I can make you an entire book report about the Roman empire in five minutes flat?" she asked, clearly pointing out the obvious.

Ino rolled her turquoise orbs. " Well, duh! You're the nerd between the two of us. Like your job is that hard!"

Sakura's eyes flashed with strained anger. " I never had the job of doing all your projects."

" Oh really." The blond retorted. " Well then, what's your purpose in this house then? You are totally useless."

" Once again, I am not doing your book report." Sakura stated with a tone of finality. You could almost see that dot in her tone.

" Fine," Ino said nonchalantly, staring down at her. She had all the height Sakura could ever wish for. But it was a pity she was born having a petite structure. " You are so dead. I'm telling daddy." Ino whispered in a playful tone, wagging her index finger in a taunting manner.

With that, Ino went through the massive doors of their mansion, and made her way to her convertible that waited just outside the front porch. Pushing the keys into the slot, she accelerated her car in great speed, sending dust and dirt into Sakura's system.

" Must be heard, huh, Sakura-chan?" Hikari appeared from behind her, carrying a broom with a matching dust pan. " Having her as a sister, I mean."

Shaking her head slowly, Sakura muttered, " You don't know how hard."

Picking a dried leaf off her blouse, Sakura wondered,

Did Cinderella ever thought of pushing her step sisters into a well? Because I'm trying not to run mine down with a bulldozer.

Taking a quick glance back at her watch (which she had since the third grade), Sakura hurriedly slung her backpack onto one shoulder and hurried out of the gates. Giving Hikari a small wave from afar, she trudged down the dust-infested sidewalk. While her step-sister drove easily in a red convertible, Sakura had to tire herself by walking. But it gradually became very effortless for her.

It was just another day for Haruno Sakura.

But someone was out there to make sure that one day in her calendar wouldn't be 'just another day'.

A raven-haired lad stared at his bleeding fists, then at the obliterated tree that lay motionless against the forest floor. He roughly wiped off the crimson fluid with his slightly torn shirt, effectively ignoring the pain that stung his senses. Pain was something he was used to. In his life, there was a point of time that it never bothered him to feel that stinging sensation. If you are to be an assassin, you had the obligation of feeling nothing. No emotions. It was something like an unwritten rule.

He was a member of the top-notch assassination groups in the whole continent.

They kill for money.

They were so much like heartless bastards.

But not all of them were there for the money.

For Uchiha Sasuke, it was a minor stepping stone for him to gain that power he wanted so much.

.-.-.-.

Hidden File # 002

Name: Uchiha Sasuke

Status: Assassin

Shinobi number: 5662 2108419

.-.-.-.

Eventually, he would cut off all of his connections with the organization to venture off on his own. He also knew many that had the same intentions. Though they did not want the power to be specific, they never wanted to be a part of such criminal activities. Some were forced to join, some were indebt, and some of them were offered by their very own families just in trade for their pathetic lives.

But his story was a different case. Though their so-called 'master' wanted him for the group, he never forced him. Maybe it was because he knew that Sasuke would come to him willingly. He knew Sasuke's craving for supremacy, and he was using it against him. He used it to manipulate him, and use him to do his dirty work.

But for now, Sasuke had to hold on a little bit longer. Just a little bit more before he finally let go…

" Come out." He ordered in his cold monotonous voice. " I know you're there."

Sure enough, a figure emerged from the shadows of the trees, exposing himself to the other's sight. Sasuke recognized him as another member, who had every intention of breaking away from this whole ordeal. His jet-black hair was pulled into a high ponytail, effectively revealing his orbs that flashed with pure boredom.

.-.-.-.

Hidden File # 005

Name: Nara Shikamaru

Status: assassin

Shinobi number: 499732

.-.-.-.

" I heard about your mission." He spoke in his lazy tone of voice, leaning back at one of the sturdy trees. His eyes now probed the tree-topped skies. Raising a hand, he block the sunlight that managed to slip into the thin crevices that the leaves created.

" I know you're off to kill a girl." He continued. " And I know you need something from me."

The young Uchiha heaved himself off from his seated position. His feet left the soft ground and connected with the sturdy branch that was directly below his companion. Leaning his back against the hard base, one of his cloth-covered arms reached out for a kunai, which he twirled between his fingers to let the time pass.

After a few seconds, Sasuke's mouth opened and closed to utter a barely audible question. " Anything connected to Haruno Sakura."

Shikamaru had hidden his jet-clack orbs with soft lids, his mind's eye flipping through numerous scenes and memories. It came as surreal flashes of pictures, imitating the swift work of a projector.

As a number of seconds passed by, the lad's eyes remained closed, and he remained unresponsive. But when his black orbs revealed itself once more, it now contained a thing layer of darkness. He folded his slightly bruised arms across his chest, and probed the skies once again. He felt a small wave of satisfaction wash over him as he found an wide patch of sky blue among the deep green that surrounded it. He just found a spot to stare at the clouds.

" She is not the one to be meddled with." He stated silently, his tone indeed serious. " She is not the one to give up that easily. She has connections with shinobi member 812833. Move with caution."

From above, Shikamaru heard a snort from the boy he was conversing with. In addition to that, he heard the sound of metal to wood collision as well. " Not to be meddled with? She's a weak piece of nothing."

He shook his head with the reply he had received. Not only was Uchiha Sasuke powerful, he was arrogant and self-centered as well. It all amounted into one thing: an overly colossal ego.

He haven't even met her yet.

" To identify her, a birthmark of a perfect crescent should be found in her left collarbone, 10.2 centimeters from her shoulder blade. Clear in color, no hazy features. Missing the mark would be fatal for your mission. Pink hair, green eyes. Weight: 102 pounds. Height…" Shikamaru paused.

" Actually forgetting something, Nara?" Sasuke called tauntingly, just a notch above his normal speaking tone. He stared at the kunai he had thrown to a neighboring tree across him, a good distance of seven meters.

With an IQ of two hundred, Shikamaru was one of the top assassins that manages to kill without using much of physical torture. He's leaning more to emotional and psychological damages. He weaved strategies against his targets like a web, using their very own limitations against themselves. And he had a huge memory to fill.

" A head shorter than you. And no, I was trying to figure out what animal that cloud is."

Sasuke had some time to get lost into his own thoughts. Here he was, off to kill a girl, not as Uchiha Sasuke but as a full-fledged assassin. In missions like these, it was a notion that the reason behind the eliminations was not to be revealed. Not to the targets, not to the assassins. Only the very leader of the organization dealt with everything. He was the one to negotiate, to name the terms. While they, the assassins, do all the work for him.

Bullshit. Sasuke spat mentally at the prospect of them—no, him, being a controlled toy.

With the new thought entering his mind, he cannot help but detach himself off his trance. Thinking about that sick, deranged bastard they had for a boss made him want to direct his anger into something solid. And right now, he was not in the mood for a tree. If he's to explode right now, his very comrade might as well be pronounced dead.

Sasuke leapt off the branch, twisting his body mid-air to land on his feet. Straightening himself out (and dusting imaginary lint off his clothing), he raised one hand as a goodbye. But before he had taken a few steps, Shikamaru called out,

" Remember, Sasuke." He had said.

" Move with caution."

Her body could have roughly collided against something hard with the force used upon her shoulders. She gritted her teeth tightly, mentally commanding her body not to fight back. If she was to go through this fight alone, she had to do it without excessively hurting anybody. She knew well that in being a normal, level-headed person, you have to know what fight you should enter, and what you should not. Even if it meant losing the battle, and along with it her pride.

Luckily, she had pushed through an open door, which meant no pain on her upper back. She stumbled a little, almost tripping on her own feet. Heaving herself off the cold white-tiled floor, she came face-to-face with a tall woman just her age. She formed a small, sinister smirk on her face. Behind her was a group of girls, shooting nasty looks towards her direction.

" Haruno, you forehead bitch, I told you not to spill!" she spat out, grabbing a handful of her pink locks that was innocently spilled on her back.

She is getting on my nerves…

" I did not." Sakura retorted, her emerald eyes on the verge of flashing a darker shade.

" Aaw. Ain't it cute, girls?" the purple-eyed woman used the light tone of a baby's voice, which was to taunt the pink-hared girl. " Little Sakura is trying to fight back. How adorable."

" Listen well, Haruno." She stated in a firm tone. " You owe me a lot. I let you stay in our table during lunch, I let you be in the same class as I am. I even let you sit a row away from me!"

Sakura felt a hard tug on her hair, then another one, and another one… She growled under her breath. It was hard to believe that she actually was someone who can take out a group of fifteen men in five minutes.

" You will do all my home works, projects, book reports, and everything that's connected with school. Do you understand me?" she asked her, her fingers slipping away from its grasp. Sakura took several steps back.

Come here, you self-absorbed bitch! Let me rip that smirk off your face, right now--

Sakura was desperately holding herself away from them, about a meter away. One meter. That was the divider. If they ever take one small step towards where she stood, there would be an unconscious body to be rushed to the nurse's office (1). And she was dead serious.

" I said, do you understand me?" she asked yet again, every word dripping with poison.

I WILL KICK YOUR ASS OFF THE FACE OF EARTH, YOU--

She was not accustomed to hurting somebody that was completely helpless. Sakura knew all of these girls were. They wouldn't know how to block a simple slap in the face. She had decided long ago not to hurt someone who's utterly defenseless. But these women infront of her was getting on her last nerves. And if they proceeded with their taunting, she'll surely give them a taste of what she really was made of.

Sakura nodded slowly.

That was the only way to get rid of them all without using force.

And she was thankful that they finally did.

After a few fleeting seconds, she was left alone.

AARGH! YOU SHOULD HAVE KICKED THEIR ASSES!

Have it ever crossed your mind that I really wanted to? But you do know I can't. I was told not to.

Growling, her delicate hands gripped the edges of a porcelain sink. She focused all her anger out on her clenched fists, enclosing on the surface harder and harder. She ignored the pain.

Crack!

That was all it took to let her regain her self control. Taking in a deep breath, she gently washed away the thin lines of scarlet that slipped out of the small incisions caused by the broken pieces that came from the sink. After running her hand through her hair quite a few times, it returned back to their normal placement. It neatly cascaded on her back, and she did it with not much effort.

Once again, she trudged to where the closed doors stood, and soon enough, her petite structure disappeared behind it.

The large but tightly closed window stationed in the bathroom spewed out its screws, rolling on the slick floor. Luckily, one of the two windows detached from the frame, allowing a fairly sized person to go through the porthole. That someone placed the unhinged window against a wall.

Yes, someone did enter the girl's bathroom via window. And it was no surprise that it was a man.

He had slipped through the metal framing of the window soundlessly, not to mention too easily.

Lifting a gloved hand (the finger-less ones), he reached for something, his touch almost landing on the broken sink. His two fingers caught something invisible between them, and he brought it near his soft-colored orbs. It was a single strand of pink.

Fixing an earpiece with one swift motion, he spoke through the small clip-on microphone hidden behind his orange collar.

" Found her."

A/n I know most of you sakura-fanatics hated Sakura being picked on by that gang of girls. I'm really sorry for that scene, but I felt the great need of it for the plot to come in order. Take the bullying out of your head for a sec and think of this: when Sakura can finally use her ability freely, think of what kick-ass girl she turns out to be! And the shocked-stupid-scared expression on their faces.

again, sorry for the long wait, school has officially started, and so, updates will be delayed. I am very sorry, but that's how it goes! Again, this fic is not as happy as my others. Remember that this is something connected to target/assassin/assassination thing, and you can't put too much humor when it comes to those ideas.

Please read my other stories, all in Naruto. All of them are accessible in my profile page. And maybe you should check out my bio for announcements about fanfic posting… uhm, yeah…

(1) when I talked about the one meter divider Sakura set, it didn't mean she got scared or anything. She was merely setting something like a marker. If they passed that one meter mark between her and the girls, she'll not hesitate to take on them. It was like controlling her urges to hurt them. I hope you al got that.

(2) another thing, the shinobi number doesn't really pertain to their number (you know, like class number?). Every number has its own corresponding letter, I tell you. I just thought of it.

By the Sword, my sasuke x sakura fic in the medieval times, is also to be updated along with Bullet-Proof.

So, please read! (and review, if you have the time)

ang3Lix.