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
Fuck.
Fu-ck….
F-u-c-k….
FUCK!..
Hidan was just about ready to crack some skulls open thanks to these people who just kept on moving so damn much!
He narrowed his eyes, searching the mass of dancing bodies for the ridiculous yet pretty pink head of hair.
"Jashin help me."
"I don't know about him, but I certainly can." A supposedly sultry voice whispered into his ear.
Suddenly, a soft body was pressed against his arm, thoroughly scaring the living shit out of him.
"The hell?!"
He looked at the woman who was wearing a skimpy piece of cloth and a sexy smirk on her face.
She was practically drowning his handsome face into her boobs.
For some insane reason, he didn't like that.
Actually, the jashinist found this entire situation…boring.
Yes, he thought a woman throwing herself at his feet dull and fucking boring.
Hidan was inwardly shocked at the realization that he wasn't turned on by the blonde waitress, not the slightest bit.
Well, it wasn't that she was ugly, just decent enough in his opinion. And she did have a good pair of legs.
So he wondered just why the hell he didn't want to fuck her then and there.
It's not that parts of his anatomy weren't working well.
Hell, it was in great effing condition.
It's just that the bitch hanging onto his arm like a desperate whore (maybe she was one?...) didn't attract him in the least. Which was fucking weird!
It was simple.
He was a straight man with a sexy as hell body.
She had legs that she was obviously willing to spread for him.
Then why didn't he just fuck her?
Like a flash of lightning, images and colors flickered through his mind at a frantic and rapid pace.
…Pink….
…Green….
….Soft skin….
…Lips pursed slightly, looking so damn inviting….
….A killer body that was just so damn fuck-able…..
"Sakura…"
Hidan whispered her name like a prayer, his eyes far and slightly glassy, gazing at the image of a certain pink haired kunoichi with strong fists and a very bad temper.
"Excuse me?" An insulted voice asked him, it was loud and annoying, grating against his nerves and pulling at the last threads of his patience (not that he had much of that in the first place)
"I said Sa-ku-ra." He emphasized each syllable of the fiery hot and sexy as hell name of the blossom.
Again, images assaulted his mind like an onslaught of kunai.
Pink hair, but more of it.
Same fiery green eyes filled with rage that excited him to no end.
"I hope you're not talking about that little girl you were dancing with."
The blonde's voice was sugary sweet with an underlying tone of fury.
Yeahp, that bitch was definitely jealous of his woman.
….
He liked that.
…..
His woman.
It sounded…so damn right to him, seriously.
"Listen…."
Her dull and boring eyes brightened-
"….I don't care who the hell you are and I have no intention of finding out."
-only to darken and narrow as he continued speaking.
Hidan watched as the anger and flame in her eyes grew.
Yet he wasn't thrilled or happy at all.
There was no excitement or anything!
Zip, zilch, nothing.
Suddenly, the jashin worshiper was hit with a heavy yet welcome realization.
There was a reason why he wasn't the slightest bit inclined to fuck the living daylights out of the blonde.
There was a reason why he kept thinking about the annoying and girly as fuck, color pink.
And there was a reason why all he wanted to do right now, was to find his woman and hold her in his arms.
Holy fuck.
Did he….actually…like her?
Hell no.
It went far deeper than mere attraction.
It had something to do with the need to always be around her, to always claim her as his.
His purplish eyes darted back to the desperate whore, who was giving him a pout and a generous view of her boobs and ass.
Too bad he just wasn't turned on.
At that moment, Hidan knew that this blonde bitch didn't hold a candle to the burning inferno that was Sakura Haruno.
"She's close, the scent is getting stronger guys!" Kiba barked, niffing the air much like his canine friend.
"Oh yeah! I can't wait to see Sakura-chan." The blonde of the group yelled enthusiastically, his whiskered cheeks beginning to hurt from all the smiling he's been doing.
He was suddenly glad that he didn't bother to stop for breaks in the bathroom, eat and or sleep.
It was worth missing all of that just to see her happy, smiling face again.
"Tch….such a drag."
Naruto's happy dance abruptly stopped.
"What?"
"I said-"
Shikamaru was cut off by an annoyed and slightly angry voice that belonged to one Uzumaki Naruto.
"I heard what you said."
He raised one dark eyebrow.
"Then why are you asking?"
"I just can't believe you think finding Sakura-chan would be a drag."
The pineapple haired man rolled his dark eyes and crossed his arms.
It was a wonder how such simple movements could appear so lazy when the Nara heir did it.
"I didn't say that."
Before Naruto could even open his mouth to protest, the brunette continued.
"I didn't specify what was such a drag to me. And if you're wondering what is, it's this constant travelling. I want her safe as much as you do, but I can't help but find it weird how we always miss her by a couple miles."
He shrugged carelessly and continued in his usual lazy drawl.
"And trust me when I say this, It isn't Sakura who'd being so loud and annoying right now."
It was silent as the blonde furrowed his eyebrows in concentration, pondering on his words.
"He means you! You idiot!" A loud, banshee like scream echoed around the area, making all the men, especially the dogs of the group, wince.
Blue eyes narrowed at the red head.
"I'm not an-" Shikamaru's words slowly sunk in.
"Ohhhh…."
Karin flipped her red hair and rolled her equally red eyes.
She was just about to call for Sasuke if he wanted to cuddle when a rather odd and disturbing sight called her attention.
"Is…is dog-boy sniffing a pair of panties?!"
Everybody's attention was immediately drawn to Kiba, who was in fact, holding the black fabric of Sakura's underwear in his fist, close to his nose.
He looked like he was high.
High on the scent of his best friend and close teammate.
"Kiba!"
He didn't even bother to raise his eyes to everyone else's. Nope, he was far too busy inhaling the damn thing.
A low whistle coming from the white haired boy called his attention.
"Whoa….you're more of a perv than I am!" Suigetsu said in an incredulous voice, a wicked grin on his face.
He didn't bother to deny it.
Naruto face palmed, Shikamaru yawned, Neji remained stoic (brushing aside the light blush across his usually pale cheeks) and Juugo looked the other direction, being a gentleman, much to the blonde's surprise.
Karin on the other hand, was glaring at Kiba as Suigetsu was congratulating him on how he got a hold of such a nice pair.
Blue eyes scanned their small group of faces, searching for a familiar yet haunting red and black gaze.
And when he did find it, he was beyond shocked at what he saw.
Sasuke looked…hungry.
There was no other way to describe it.
His eyes were half lidded, his posture tense and-wait…was he biting his lip?
Okay, Naruto knew that he must be imagining things.
He tried looking again.
Unfortunately, the moment had passed and so did his starved expression.
However he remembered the look Sasuke had made quite vividly.
It was exactly how he appeared after an entire day of training with Kakashi-sensei and no food in his belly.
The kind of expression Naruto makes when there's a hot, steaming bowl of ramen before him and he was starving.
But….why would the youngest Uchiha look at undies like that?
…Unless he wasn't after the lacy black fabric.
What if he was after the one who wore it?
Naruto, for the first time on this search party, was suddenly afraid of finding his teammate.
As they ran at breakneck speed, the demon container couldn't help but let his mind wander.
Sasuke didn't make his reasons for helping clear, so he was suspicious. Of course he was happy he could work again with his former teammate yet he was still cautious of the dark haired man's actions.
The blonde knew that His thoughts were far away in a dark and cruel place because he had come to a grim conclusion;
It wouldn't make a difference if they saved her from an enemy's clutches, only to have her back into another's.
Hidan grunted angrily as he shoved away a couple who was dry humping right there on the dance floor.
"Tch…assholes."
Now that he was suddenly reminded of sex, a part of him was still shocked at the fact that He had just turned down free and unattached sex with a decent pair of legs.
Why?
The answer came in the form of a quick tempered, feisty and so fucking beautiful pink haired medic, who he was seriously trying to find in the hoard of dancing people.
Okay, he'll admit it (not out loud, hell no) he was worried.
He was afraid that some perv would leer or even try touching his woman.
Hot damn.
Just thinking about her being his sent shivers of pleasure down his spine.
He pushed more people out of his way, his eyes narrowing in concentration.
Why the hell had he started feeling this way?
No, scratch that.
Since when did he start feeling in general?
All this time, it was all kill, blood and screams.
He was numb to all emotional feeling. All he felt was pain and the aftershock of mind-blowing pleasure.
That's all Hidan ever really looked forward to.
Hearing people plead for mercy, something he never even had in the first place.
Making people bleed, a sight that made his eyes light up in joy.
Shortening people's lives to lengthen his own.
All that, used to make him happy.
Well, it still does.
But it just wasn't the same anymore.
Instead of having the urge to kill for his own sick amusement, not to mention to please his god, he had the strange need to see Sakura smile.
Aw shit.
That sounded so fucking sappy and gay.
And weird thing was, he seriously didn't give a shit if it did.
Rather than hear people beg for pity (which he was not going to give) He'd prefer hearing her laugh.
It was a refreshing and happy sound.
Rather than make people leak out blood, he'd prefer doing something to make her eyes light up with joy. Or that awesome rage that never failed to excite him.
And rather than kill-
No wait….he'd still kill for fun.
The need to do so just wasn't as strong as before.
And that's what scared the living shit out of him.
This was completely foreign territory, where he was lost and had no idea what to do.
Hidan knew, that the more he was exposed to her, the more he would be less inclined to slice people's head off.
A part of him wanted to forget about her, to walk away and never look back.
However, if he did that, he wouldn't be able to see her cute smile again.
The jashinist would never have the pleasure of seeing rage (that he created and encouraged) in those expressive green eyes of hers.
He'd have to say good bye to everything about Sakura Haruno.
The annoying and bright pink hair.
The fiery and short temper.
And her smoking hot body.
…
No…
No fucking way in hell.
Hidan had no idea where this whole 'feeling' thing would take him, but as long as she was on the ride with him, he didn't give a fuck.
"Where is my bitch?"
Just as he asked that question out loud to no one in particular, a loud groan could be heard over the booming music.
"And don't you even think about grabbing my ass again. Because if you do, I swear to Kami that you will have to say good bye to your genitals!"
The silver haired nin smirked at the familiar yell of his woman.
As he walked over to the source of the groans, words flashed through his mind, explaining how he felt around the blossom.
Happy (when she was, how sappy was that?)
Turned on (especially when she was mad)
And….Damned.
A wicked and dangerous grin appeared on his lips the moment he spotted the pinkette standing over a sleazy old man, her sexy boot clad foot was pushing against the poor guy's windpipe.
His eyes immediately latched on to hers, which were green, fiery and so fucking angry.
Damned.
Yeah, that would be the perfect way to describe it.
He, Hidan of Akatsuki was condemned to fall.
To fall so fucking deep in love with Sakura Haruno, that he wouldn't be able to dream of escaping, not that he'd want to anyways.
PLEASE READ! Okay, first of all, I'm so very sorry it took so long to update this chapter, which is short and not in Sakura's POV. Please forgive me! Anyways, lots of love and thanks for my awesome, amazing and faithful reviewers. It makes my heart swell with happiness each time I get a new review. Lets make it to 800 people! Oh, and I'd really like to thank those who tai time out of their day to type out extremely long and beautiful reviews (not that I don't love the short ones) Okay, till' next time! Love you all ;) - VZ