PLEASE READ : I made this extra long for my lovely readers and reviewers. This is also a birthday gift to a reviewer who had just turned 18 (right?) congrats! Consider this a gift from the internet once more XD And I apologize for the lack of Sasori in this chappie, he'll be in the next one though ;) I do not own Naruto, only the plot! And if there are any grammatical errors, please forgive me. I didn't double check because I wanted to update as soon as possible, enjoy! – VZ
"Now this is what I call a fucking festival!" Hidan's exuberant voice called out, a crazed grin on his handsome face.
Sakura could only stare in shock at the sight before her.
There was a large sign at the entrance of the village that said in blinding neon lights; Tsumi Toshi
When the silver haired nin mentioned the town being popular for its women, booze and crimes, he was not underrating it in the slightest.
Compared to the festival they had gone to nights ago, this was completely overwhelming.
Where the quaint village had a few stands for food, small lanterns and an old inn, this town had large restaurants, glaring neon lights and rather sizable hotels.
The buildings were several stories high, making the small village they had come from look miniscule. Lights and lanterns hung above their heads, ranging from bloody red to purple and yellow to a deep midnight blue, illuminating the streets with a blend of colors.
There were hardly any trees in the city of sin; instead there were shops, clubs and bars that lined the roads. Their signs were bright and neon, attracting tourists like how moths were drawn to a light.
The pinkette also saw several casinos; their lights were just as vibrant and glaring as the rest of the town. Women in tiny skirts, microscopic tops and towering heels dangled off the men's arms like mere accessories as they walked out of the several establishments, something that she disliked greatly.
Another thing she noticed was how noisy this place was.
The Music was loud, booming from the many stores and bars that surrounded the crowds. Crowds comprised of women wearing scraps of cloth, inviting hungry males for their attention and men who were smoking cigarettes and drinking sake like there was no tomorrow morning. But then again, maybe in this town, there wasn't.
Laughter, music and voices permeated through the air like the smoke coming from the men's pipes and cigarettes, which smelled awful and thick.
Not that the rest of the place was any better, it stunk of sex, sweat, blood and alcohol.
And in the corner of her eye, she could see Hidan smiling wickedly, using his hand to slick back his silvery hair, looking devilishly handsome in the process.
Sakura immediately shook her head, trying to clear her mind of any inappropriate thoughts involving the Akatsuki members.
"We better find a place to stay." Kisame stated in his usual gruff voice, balancing the large sack he was carrying over his shoulder.
She bit her lip, feeling bad for Sasori who was currently in pieces, inside the huge brown bag.
The jashinist laughed hysterically at the sight, to which she threatened him with a blow to his 'most favorite part of his anatomy'. Unfortunately, he simply continued laughing and said he'd welcome it.
Sakura patted the bag sympathetically before moving in to join the others.
They nodded, knowing that it was much too late to continue on their journey for the underground base.
The mist-nin sighed, glancing anxiously at her every now and then.
She could tell that he was still against her being here in the first place, even though she tried convincing him that there was nothing to fear. That her innocence would not be corrupted, since she had none.
To this the majority of them gave her a look that showed their obvious doubt for her statement.
Making her feel indignant and even more set on going this route. If anything, it was their fault for saying she was too young to experience such things. Sakura was a grown woman dammit! Passed her legal age even!
Before any of them had a chance to speak, Hidan cut them off.
"I know a fucking place where we could stay the damn night. Seriously."
After almost a whole hour of shoving past the hoard of people, they finally arrived at a hotel.
Hidan spoke to the clerk, eliciting a blush to rise to her cheeks. She leaned forward and boldly displayed her chest for him to ogle at.
It was then that she experienced two things.
One was jealousy.
The need to punch something with her chakra-laden fist was extremely compelling at the moment, preferably at the clerk's face.
Two was incredulity.
Was she, Sakura Haruno, actually envious for Hidan?
The shock was simply too much.
She quickly adverted her green eyes (how ironic) missing the way Hidan brushed off the lady with a roll of his purple eyes.
The pinkette then turned to Kisame who was still upset she had agreed (forced) them to take this sin-filled route. She gave him a hesitant and sweet smile that soon grew when he returned it.
"I'll be okay. Stop worrying about me." She said lightly, bumping him on the arm with her fist, without chakra of course.
He sighed, big and deep. Although he sounded tired, he was able to give her a fond look before speaking in his usual gruff voice.
"Can't help it angel."
Kisame couldn't help but grin back at her. The one who just stirred up so many feelings inside of him that he had no clue what to do with.
Yeah, he didn't want her to go this way, but of course, being the stubborn woman she was, insisted they go.
Hell, he could try to be as angry with her as much as he wanted. Although, as long as she had that smile on her face, there was no way he could stay upset.
…..
Oh shit...
...not again...
…..
Kisame inwardly face palmed. Since when did he turn into a softie? What happened to the infamous mist-nin with the terrifying appearance and deadly aura?
He glanced at her once more.
Sakura smiled, the kind that made you smile back.
The kind that made you feel nervous and your palms sweaty.
….
I'm screwed.
He thought, realizing that as long as she was in his life, things weren't going to be the same.
But did he want her to leave? To walk out of his life forever?
…
Hell no.
Was it selfish? Yes. But Kisame had a feeling that he wasn't the only one who felt this way.
Looking around, observing the way his fellow Akatsuki members were drawn to her, he knew that they didn't want her going anywhere.
At first the mist-nin was confused why he and everyone else had gotten so attached and infatuated. He was confused to why he didn't want her dead, why he went berserk searching for her, why he hated seeing any other man touch her.
However after looking deeper into these strange new emotions, and after thinking about what she had done for them, it was obvious now.
It became clear on why they were all royally screwed.
The pink haired medic had done more than heal their physical wounds; she'd fixed them emotionally as well. Made them actually feel again. Deep down, he wasn't surprised that they all held affection for her. Who wouldn't? Especially since they were criminals, hardened and jaded men that don't deserve the slightest bit of kindness. Yet their blossom had healed them, smiled at them, and hardly looked into their pasts.
They didn't deserve it.
But that didn't stop her.
No, she was too damn stubborn.
It didn't stop her from endearing them, making them feel for her, encouraging them to smile back.
And Kisame knew, he wasn't the only one falling.
They all were.
"Listen, I don't know what the hell is your problem- a loud, feminine gasp could be heard –but quit bugging me and let me do my business." Kiba crossed his arms gave the red head a wolfish grin, fully confident that he didn't need the bitch to help him track his pink haired friend.
"You're my problem dog boy!"Karin screeched and pointed an accusing finger at him rather dramatically.
"And when you say doing your business, good luck finding a tree to piss on."
Two menacing growls erupted from both canines, thoroughly scaring Karin. Naturally, she turned to Sasuke, a pout on her face.
"Sasuke-kun! Get rid of the mangy mutt. He's-"
At this point in time, Naruto simply couldn't take it anymore. It's been only been a few nights since they ran into Sasuke's team and combined forces to find their pink haired medic, yet it seemed like an eternity to the blonde. He was way past the point of irritated and flat out angry with the whiny girl who tagged along.
"Helping us find Sakura-chan! So you.."
This time, he pointed an accusing finger at her, making her gasp once more.
"...shut up!"
She gasped again. Although instead of whining to the youngest Uchiha, who was busy brooding at a corner, she fisted her hands and narrowed her eyes.
"Why should I? I'm the tracker here!"
"This chick is really getting on my nerves Naruto." Kiba grit out, his fangs glinting eerily under the moonlight.
"Tch…such a drag."
"For once, I agree with you." The stoic Hyuuga nodded to Shikamaru who linked his hands behind his pineapple shaped hair, cradling the back of his head as he shifted his weight to his other foot. Perfecting the picture of complete and utter laziness.
"Ah geez! Can we please forget who's the damn tracker here? Newsflash! You both are." Naruto huffed, angry, tired and just plain stressed.
"Shouldn't the two of you make things go faster?" He said exasperatedly, desperate to see a familiar pink head of hair and beautiful green eyes.
Kiba brought up his hand and scratched his loyal friend behind his furry ears just as he opened his mouth to speak.
"She's so damn annoying, yapping and whining for the Uchiha like a lost pup."
Another gasp from the only red head in the group.
"How can I? She's such a bitch, no one can deny that."
The silence that followed his statement made Karin gape, then her eyes narrowed at everyone in the area, excluding her future husband of course.
To this, Naruto shook his head, a headache forming at both his temples and the base of his skull.
"A-a bitch?! Why you-"
She was suddenly interrupted by a cloaked figure that appeared out of nowhere.
"Quiet Karin."
And just like that, she shut up.
He could have rolled his eyes if he wasn't so damn worried for Sakura-chan.
"Where?" Sasuke questioned, his voice was curt and emotionless, reminding him of their days as children.
Naruto was immensely happy that Sasuke came to them. But, he couldn't help but feel the slightest bit suspicious. Where had he come from? What did he have planned? Why did he want to team up and search for Sakura all of a sudden? Whenever he tried asking him, Sasuke would simply look at him.
What was he hiding?
So many questions and zero answers frustrated him to no end.
There were times that he tried looking into that fathomless gaze, eager to search for the truth.
Sadly, he didn't find it.
Instead, Naruto saw so much hatred and anger that it made his heart clench painfully.
"North from us, about fifty or so miles."
If he weren't so upset, he would have done a thumbs up and yelled something inspiring and corny.
Unfortunately, he just wasn't in the mood.
Not when his best friend, his teammate was out there, alone and frightened.
Oh, if only he knew.
"Welcome, would you like any refreshments?" An overly friendly voice said, halting the conversation going around their table.
Sakura looked up to see a woman around early twenties, although it was hard to tell the exact age when you have so much make-up caked on your face. She was wearing…absolutely nothing but a sad excuse for a dress. Her chest looked like it was on the verge of spilling out and the hem was just a few inches under her crotch.
Well, they have to get customers right? And Women are a man's favorite snacks.
Oh, how much I've missed your crude and perverse words. Sakura replied to Inner, her voice as dry as the desert.
Why wouldn't you?
I was being sarcastic.
No shit.
She inwardly groaned, not wanting to alert Kisame, Itachi, Deidara and Hidan of her mental conversation as they ordered their drinks.
Besides, you shouldn't complain about my 'crude' words when someone else….has a much dirtier mouth.
Excuse me? What exactly are you implying?
Inner snickered and flashed a naughty grin.
Oh please, don't even try playing dumb. We both know you aren't….occasionally.
The pinkette mentally rolled her eyes at her other self, gesturing for her to continue.
Who's got a dirty mouth? Aside from you?
At this, Inner began licking her lips, much like how a wolf would before attacking their prey.
Hidan
Immediately, her eyes glued to his form.
Damn Inner whistled low, her eyes roving up and down his muscled body.
Stop it! Ogling is-
-Exactly what your doing. She stated rather smugly.
Sakura hated to admit it, however Inner was right.
Of course I am.
Hidan was sitting on his chair, his legs apart and his arms hanging on the seat's back.
His silvery hair was slicked back as usual; only a few strands fell onto his face, framing it.
His eyes, don't forget about those!
Instantly, she glanced at his purplish eyes.
They were so uniquely colored that it made her want to look deeper.
And the way his gaze was half lidded made him appear so much sexier than he already was.
Not to mention his smirk, that annoying little tilt of the lips that looked positively sinful.
As if sensing her eyes on him, He faced her.
That wicked smirk grew.
"I said, What would you like to drink?" An irritated voice pulled her out of her reverie.
"Sorry?" Sakura said, her attention now on the waitress who no longer had a smile on her face.
"You should be." She flipped her blonde hair before speaking once more, with a condescending voice and an expression to match.
"Now, how about a bottle of water or some milk for the baby girl?"
Oh hell no. Inner growled at the waitress, already hostile.
"What-"
The medic-nin was abruptly cut off, by the blonde who looked very pleased with herself.
She even looked around their table to gouge the reaction of the Akatsuki, expecting them to find humor in her insults.
"Of course your older brothers wouldn't want you do drink alcohol right?"
"Older brothers?"
"Duh." She pointed to each of the males; a flirtatious wink was given to each of them.
"They're not my relatives."
"Oh? Well I just assumed, since you look too…."
The waitress eyes raked up and down her body, a frown marring her powdered features.
"….young for them…."
Her jaw almost dropped at her words.
"….not to mention quite ugly."
This time, she did gape.
Let me at her! Her other self was itching to land a hit on her smug face, Sakura was no exception. But she knew that participating in a brawl with some blonde for the sake of her looks was petty and useless.
Sure it was embarrassing, yet it was a waste of chakra if she did decide to go to such lengths. And so, she breathed in and out, calming herself before smiling at the girl.
"Thank you for your pathetic insults. Now, I'll have a Johnny walker blue, with rocks." Sakura stated calmly.
Sadly, the girl was too thick to take a hint.
So she smiled at the men and spoke, her voice was low and supposedly sultry.
"If you want a night out with a real woman, you can find me at sybaritic. "
With another wink and hair flip, she was gone.
"Don't believe a thing she says yeah."
The pinkette didn't have to turn to see him, she knew that Deidara was there, next to her, whispering hotly into her ear.
"She's just jealous, but what woman wouldn't be yeah?"
The blonde artist could feel the murderous glares boring into his back like nails being hammered into wood. Yes, it was terrifying; too bad he just didn't care. Not when she was right next to him.
"Thanks Dei, I just…I don't know why she had to act so…"
"bitchy?"
"I was going to say mean, but that works too." She gave him a smile, which he happily returned.
"So, angel, how you liking Tsumi toshi so far?
Her attention had shifted from Deidara to Kisame, who had a shark like grin pasted to his blue face.
"Well, it's definitely…."
"Fucking awesome?"
Green eyes rolled at Hidan's comment.
"Not exactly, more like overwhelming." She nodded, affirming her statement.
"Not surprised, this place can be too much. Especially for-"
At this the pinkette interrupted him, not willing to hear about her innocence and how pure she was.
Kami, they made her sound like a clueless child.
True, she didn't drink or have sex like most girls her age (In their line of work, you could meet their end in the battlefield or worse, and nobody wanted to die a virgin) however that didn't mean she wasn't capable of doing such things. If anything, she should be rather experienced in both areas.
Thanks to her mentor and her drinking habits, she could hold her alcohol well. And by being a skillful medic-nin, Sakura knew everything about the body. Which means she could flush out her system of alcohol without wasting too much chakra. Also, She was far from being an innocent little girl when it came to men and women doing dirty deeds at the dead of night. Her knowledge of the male's anatomy and Ino-pig's constant chattering about how to pleasure a man could even give her an advantage when it came to the world of sex.
"Don't say it."
The mist-nin held both his hands up in surrender, the grin never leaving his lips.
"Don't have to."
Her green eyes narrowed, daring him to continue.
Of course, he took up the challenge.
"We all know that this is your first time in a place like this. And you're just too sweet, angel. I can't even imagine you drinking."
His bluntness stunned her.
Was it so hard to believe that she could be wild and sexy? That she wasn't a cute, innocent baby like the waitress had so rudely claimed?
"Is me drinking sake or alcohol so hard to believe?"
The large, blue man nodded. And so did the rest of Akatsuki.
"Are you kidding me?"
Sakura was starting to get indignant and slightly angry. And anyone who really knew her, would know how impulsive she gets.
"Do I look like I'm joking angel?"
Her eyes flashed dangerously, making a certain Jashinist smile widely.
"You better be. Because there's absolutely no way that you actually think that I, a full grown woman, can't even drink."
Kisame chuckled, finding her attempts to convince him of her drinking experience cute. Much like how an angry kitten would try clawing at you but lacked in results.
"Can you Sakura? Can you hold your liquor as well as you claim?" The smooth and velvety voice of Itachi Uchiha wondered as he leaned forward with interest.
The pinkette smirked bravely, surprising the members of Akatsuki.
"I can hold it better than sharky over here."
Hidan guffawed while the rest of them shared amused glances.
"Oh fuck! The bitch thinks she can outdrink Kisame!"
"I know I can."
"You sound awfully confident for someone who's about to lose."
"Oh, that must be a mistake."
Sakura pretended to think, her pink brows furrowed as she bit her lower lip.
Kisame raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Why's that?"
Here she smirked, unaware of how wild and beautiful in that very moment.
"Because I plan to win." Her voice was confident and her eyes fiery, filled with determination.
The Uchiha followed suit and allowed himself to tilt his lips upwards, mirth dancing in his red eyes.
He knew and so did the rest of Akatsuki members, that this night, was going to get more than interesting.
"Holy fucking hell…" The Jashin worshipper said, an awed expression on his face.
"You got that right yeah." Deidara added, his blue eye staring at the amazing sight before them.
There, right before them, was Kisame and Sakura, both glaring hard at each other as they downed yet another shot of sake.
On his side, their was a long row of shot glasses, testifying how much the mist-nin had drank.
On her side, was a tall pyramid of shot glasses that seemed to get higher and higher.
Surprisingly, a crowd had formed around the pair, chanting for who they thought would win.
To his, and most likely everyone else' shock, the pinkette was the one who was dominating the match.
She looked completely sober; her eyes still sharp and her movements still graceful and deliberate.
Kisame on the other hand, was barely holding up.
His eyes were now glassy and he appeared rather unsteady, even his movements were jerky and unfocused.
"Oh Jashin, I think I'm in love." Hidan breathed, his tone was edging towards reverent.
Thankfully, the blonde didn't hear his statement due to the noise from the crowd and the music blaring from the speakers.
"You okay there? You look about ready to fall over."
The mist-nin gave her a drunken smile and took another shot.
"I wouldn't worry about me, it's you who looks ready to-hiccup-fall over."
Sakura rolled her eyes and tilted her head back, exposing her creamy neck and downing yet another glass of alcohol. Which, she was currently burning in her system.
Some would call it cheating, she would call it resourceful thinking.
Besides, as mean as it was, she wanted him to see that she could handle the nightlife, that she wasn't a little girl anymore.
"I sincerely doubt that."
Five minutes later, and another ten or fifteen shots, Kisame was now taking a nap on the floor and Sakura was glowing with happiness at her achievement.
"Holy shit. You actually did it. You fucking did it! Oh hell, he is never gonna live this down."
"That was great yeah!" Deidara stepped in to hug her, but he was blocked. A frown appeared on his tanned face when he realized that it was none other than Itachi Uchiha who had separated him from his blossom.
Just how many times did the bastard think he could just butt in?
The dark haired man smirked knowingly, as if he knew what was going through his mind at this very moment.
"Tch….will you move yeah?"
"No, I have no reason to." He replied readily, that smug look still on his cold features.
"Want one yeah?"
"Hn.."
Wow, the man actually grunted at him.
"Words Uchiha, try using them. It helps when talking to others."
Deidara tilted his head, looking past the Uchiha so that he could spot his Sakura.
Worry and dread filled him instantly at the sight, or rather, lack there of.
But before Itachi could open his mouth and reply, the blonde interrupted him, a worried glint in his one blue eye.
"She's gone."
Itachi scanned the area and found a disturbing occurrence as well. He faced the blonde with an irritated look on his face, his tone just as vexed.
"Unfortunately, so is Hidan."
"Hey! Let me go you-"
"Fucking hot piece of ass?"
"More like annoying, rude excuse of a man!"
Sakura replied angrily, pulling at her hand, which was firmly gripped in his.
Just as she was about to pour a bit of chakra into her fist, he stopped her.
Hidan abruptly turned, resulting with her running into him.
He used this to his advantage and held her hand tight, while his other appendage pushed the small of her back. This caused her body to mold with his, much to her embarrassment.
"Don't you fucking dare use your super human strength to run away from me. Seriously."
He growled, in response she shivered, since they were practically glued together at the moment, she could feel everything.
Even the way his chest rumbled as he growled like a hungry lion.
"Why not? I can break your hand if I wanted to."
Hidan smirked.
That damn, hot, sexy smirk.
She was so screwed.
I hope so! Inner said eagerly. However, she wasn't in the mood to deal with her right now so she shoved her other self at the farthest recesses of her mind.
"That's the thing my sweet, hot babe…"
Instead of growling earlier, he purred, eliciting a hot blush from her.
"...You won't do that, cause you fucking love me."
This brazen declaration jarred her brutally.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
He shrugged in his usual, devil-may-care attitude.
"I'm just saying that you, will be mine."
Indignation mixed with anger and chagrin swirled within her, giving her the courage to tilt her head upwards and meet his purplish gaze.
"You sound pretty convinced that I'll be yours."
Green clashed with purple.
"I fucking know it."
"What makes you so sure you can handle me?"
Sakura didn't care.
She didn't care that they were in the heart of sin city, in the middle of the road crammed with people.
She didn't care if she was playing with fire.
And she sure as hell didn't care if she was going to get burnt.
The silver haired nin leaned forward and brushed the length of her nose with his, his eyes never straying from hers.
"I'm Hidan of Akatsuki babe, I can handle anything."
The pinkette had no idea where all this confidence was coming from, but she was glad it was here, empowering her to step up and push back.
Proving to not only him but to everyone else that she was no longer the child she used to be.
"That was before you met Sakura Haruno of Konoha."
Hidan eyes flashed and the smirk on his lips transformed form cocky and arrogant to tempting and inviting.
For a moment, his eyes looked tender. Less seductive and more of an affectionate look. But before she could look further into it, he blinked, reverting back into his usual egotistical self.
"And I'm so damn happy I did."
And with that, he moved away and continued to drag her by the wrist, weaving past the hoards of people and to an entrance of a packed club.
Or at least, that's what she assumed it was.
Just as she was about to ask Hidan if it really was a bar, a loud 'Riiiip' could be heard.
Good thing most people either didn't care, or was too busy enjoying themselves that they didn't notice how the silver haired man just sliced the pinkette's dress.
"Oh Kami…What did you do?!" Her eyes were wide with shock at what had just occurred.
"I just saved you from looking like a fucking idiot."
A pink eyebrow twitched.
"Oh really?"
He nodded.
"Then how would destroying my clothes help me?"
The Akatsuki member spoke, his voice was patronizing as if he was an adult scolding a rather naughty child.
"You'd look like a freaking prude if you wore that- he pointed to the scraps of cloth that now littered the ground- in there."
"There's no way I'm going in there, especially like this." Her hands gestured to the torn fabric of her yukata.
"Dammit, why don't you just relax?"
"But-"
"Are you scared of exposing yourself like this? Can't handle the city of sin and pleasure?"
Sakura ground her teeth at his words, which were obviously baiting her. Although with her impulsiveness and quick temper, it was hard to see it at the moment.
"You know I can."
"Then this shouldn't be a problem."
Sakura looked down at her ruined dress.
However, her sadness soon faded when she realized how short he cut it.
"I look-"
"So damn mouth watering."
The dress that used to reach all the way to her ankles, was now hanging just above mid-thigh.
The bastard even cut a slit up both sides, exposing her legs for the world to see. Sakura was so grateful that Kisame and Itachi had been thoughtful enough to buy her a pair of boots (They had purchased it for her on their journey back to the base) she never got a chance to wear them until recently.
Kisame and his partner had insisted she wore them instead of the flimsy sandals while they traveled.
But he had left her sleeves that covered her arms, so that was a relief.
But still…she felt..indecent.
"C'mon, you look fucking tasty in that. "
"Will you stop it? I'm not a dish you know."
"Like hell I will, and as if you don't like it." Hidan winked roguishly before grabbing her once again and heading into the lion's den.
If Sakura thought it was loud outside, she was sorely mistaken.
The entire building was swarming with people dancing, writhing and grinding their bodies to the pounding music. However, while it was blindingly bright outside, it was dark here.
Not completely though, there were spotlights that highlighted the dancers in the many stages lining the walls.
Red, pink and purple lights blinked in time with the sounds, giving the scene a more dramatic flare.
Her eyes widened when she saw cages hanging suspended from the ceiling, women in tiny gold dresses dancing to the beat.
"Oh Kami…" Sakura breathed at the sight, clearly not used to seeing so many people crammed into one room in a mass of moving bodies.
They stopped at the bar where drinks were similarly lined up like the stage, the liquids ranged from orange to green and violet to pink.
The pair started drinking, much to Hidan's delight. At first she was hesitant but he had once again baited her, drawing her in until she caved pathetically.
"You ready?" Hidan yelled so that his voice could be heard from all the noise.
"For?"
"To dance with the hottest guy in here!"
At this she smirked.
"Really? Okay."
He was about to grab her hand when she spoke, halting his movements.
"Where is he?"
Those alluring purple eyes flashed dangerously and that damn tilt of his lips was back.
"Less attitude, more dancing babe."
For the first time this evening, he held out his hand, waiting for hers to twine with his.
Rationality told her to shake her head and leave in hopes of finding Deidara, Itachi or even Kisame.
Euphoria told her to take his hand.
And she did.
"Where is she yeah?"
"Hn.."
"Stop grunting at me Uchiha!"
This time, Itachi emphasized it.
"HN…."
"That's it-"
But before Deidara could land a blow on his smug face, Kisame spoke. Well, more like grumbled incoherently.
"Ah geez, we better put him back in the room yeah."
"Then we search for her."
For the first time that night, the blonde agreed with him.
If someone told her that she would drink Kisame the infamous mist-nin under the table, she would have laughed herself silly.
If someone told her that she would be kissed by criminals of the same organization that the whole shinobi world fears, she would have personally admitted them into konoha's mental ward.
And if someone told her that she, Sakura Haruno, would be dancing with Hidan in the middle of a club in the center of sin city, she….she would have no idea what to do.
However here she was, in his arms with her chest molded with his, doing the impossible.
Grinding with Akatsuki's masochist and sadist.
The notion was so terribly insane, but it was true.
Suddenly she turned rigid, realizing that this…this was wrong. Yet how could something so logically wrong? Feel so damn right?
"Stop thinking babe, just feel."
His hands gripped her hips tightly and he pressed her body against his.
Demanding her to forget all rational thought and just feel.
And what she felt was simply amazing.
Lines and muscles rippled under her fingertips (her hands were being rather bold, roaming his chest and finally clutching the nape of his neck to pull him closer) and she could feel his pelvis grinding, gyrating into hers.
Heat exploded within her body, begging her to respond to his advances. Which felt so wonderful that she couldn't help but gasp when Hidan's lips grazed her throat. Impulsively, she tilted her head, so that her neck was arched and exposed to his hungry mouth. Nipping at the skin, bringing a brief flash of pain before he sucked on it which brought a high amount of pleasure that made her toes curl inside her black boots.
Was it the drinks that were now in her system making her act so wild?
Inwardly she shook her head.
No, this wasn't the alcohol running through her body (Overwhelmed with the excitement and music, She had forgotten to purge the drinks from her system with chakra) It was the man who held her so tight and close that she doubted he'd ever let go.
Sakura knew in that moment, the jashinist was worse than any kind of alcoholic drink.
He was toxic.
Like venom flowing through her veins, poisoning her. Corrupting her in the most succulent way imaginable.
Alarm bells were ringing in her head but she ignored them. Instead of running away from this heated situation, she leaned closer and looked him in the eye.
Swirls of emotion greeted her in those purple depths.
Lust.
Reverence.
Affection.
Happiness.
Impulsively, Sakura brought up her hand to brush away the silvery strands that fell onto his face. She wanted to see more of his oddly colored but beautiful eyes.
'Fuck' he thought, furrowing his eyebrows.
The fucking way she looked at him made him so damn happy. And he didn't give a shit if he sounded retarded or sappy. Because he fucking loved every second of it.
Hidan knew that it was a fucking mistake to look into her eyes. The ones that made him grin like a madman whenever they spit emerald fire at him.
But when she ran her fingers through his hair so damn softly….kindly….
That was it for him.
That small endearing gesture made his lust flare and his heart swell.
And the last thing that went through his foggy mind was-
To hell with it.
And so, he leaned down to do the one thing he had been craving for the moment he saw rage evident in her gaze. To do the one thing he fucking wanted since she had landed a hard punch into his gut.
Hidan leaned down to kiss her, at least he would have, if it weren't for the woman who had so rudely pushed his woman out of his arms like a rag doll.
"I knew you'd come find me."
It was the waitress from a while ago. The one who insulted his woman.
Just as he as about to yell at her to 'fuck off' she dragged him away, away from Sakura.
The silver haired nin immediately pushed the desperate girl off and turned on his heel in search for the pinkette.
However, she was gone.
Lost in the mass of people dancing like there was no tomorrow.
Never before had Hidan felt such an immense loss without her at his side.
It was such a weird and foreign feeling.
Not like the warm, fuzzy ones a while ago when she was with him. It was the complete and fucking opposite, and he hated every second of it.
"Aw shit."
PLEASE READ...AGAIN...hehe : Hope you liked it! lots of love and thanks for my amazing reviewers and readers. Especially the ones who take time off to type down extremely long and thoughtful reviews.I had lots of fun reading em' (not that short new don't bring me joy either, trust me, they do too :D)
I can't believe I reached 100k words! Woo!
Oh and Tsumi Toshi is japanese for city of sin...I think...hehe...he...Anyways, Till' next time!- VZ