The girl was sitting on a park bench, formal kimono cut in the front, blood drenching the fabric no longer red but black. The cut across her face making her unrecognizable. Pink dyed hair clearly visible and tangled, cut in the same style as Sakura's. A wedding ring on the finger of her left hand engraved with a scorpion, a note clasped in her other hand. She was fixed to the bench by an ancient sword with the Akasuna crest on it, stabbed through the chest into the wood of the bench so she didn't fall over.
The note read: You attempt to steal what is mine. I will take one of yours. Sakura belongs to me. Itachi is not worthy of her. You have angered me with your insufferable interference. Be warned Uchiha. I am coming for her.
"I want Sakura under high risk surveillance at all times 24/7, three man team understood?" Madara growled as he looked at the dead girl on the bench. That sick mother fucker, he was going to fucking pay.
Sakura frowned at the piece of paper in front of her. It was the guest list to her wedding. She didn't recognize half of the names on the list, most of them were from the other nations, politicians and clan leaders. Minato was invited, so was Kushina...sparks were going to fly. She laughed a little remembering her phone conversation yesterday with Naruto.
"Naruto, it's Sakura."
"Hey, Kura!, what's up?"
"I'm getting married."
"No way! To who!"
"Itachi Uchiha."
"Sasuke's older brother!"
"Yeah him."
"Are you insane!"
"I don't think so."
"That's insane Kura!"
"Is it?"
"I'll be there for sure but um How is Sasuke taking it?"
"He understands."
"Okay, if you say so, send me an invite. Can I bring my dad?"
"Uh sure but I already invited your mom."
"I promise that they won't make a scene."
"Have you met your mom Naruto?"
"I'll make sure my dad doesn't stay long, but he will want to come, he talks about you all the time."
"That's weird Naruto. Maybe he shouldn't come."
"He'll come! Send us the invite"
"Okay."
"Click…."
"Did you just hang up on me?... click"
Sakura didn't have to do much, she let Mikoto have free reign over the whole planning and deciding. She did, however, want to pick out her dress. Mikoto, Ino and Sakura were in an upscale wedding boutique in downtown Konoha trying on dresses. It was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be a once in a lifetime experience. Sakura was going to kill Ino if she didn't shut the hell up.
"You can't like that one, it makes you look like a fat mermaid! Geeze forehead, I thought you wanted to look good for your "hero". " The blonde said as she frowned at Sakura.
The next dress….
"Ugh! What is that a topping for a cupcake, too much meringue."
Next…
"Seriously Sakura, are you 12 years old, you look like some demented fairy princess on the way to sit on a pumpkin."
What the hell does that even mean?
Last dress…
"You really suck at this don't you, I'm going back out there with Mikoto and picking one out for you and you're going to try it on and like it.
Sakura went back into her dressing room. It was one of those big fancy ones that can fit three people. There was a chaise lounge on the side and two fluffy chairs with a small table in between with champagne glasses on it. Only one had champagne in it though, barely touched. Sakura liked champagne but her stomach was all fluttery today. She went back to look at herself in the mirror. She liked the dress she was wearing. It sort of reminded her of the one Mikoto had picked out for her the night of the gallery.
It had dark royal blue paneling on the sides, white trimmed lace overlapping the front and a wide fluffy shimmering underskirt that peeped out at the bottom. Her chest and torso were wrapped in the royal blue silk, tight around her waist and then tapered down the back. Sakura looked down and smoothed the front and the sides of the dress feeling nothing less than elegant.
She smiled and lifted her head up to look at herself in the mirror again and green eyes met amber. She whirled around on the little podium to face him. He was sitting comfortably on the chaise against the wall, her champagne glass in his hand watching her. He smiled and rose from the chaise and walked toward her. She gasped and took an automatic step back forgetting she was on a podium and started to fall. He caught her before she could hit the ground and covered her face with a mask. It smelled sickly sweet. Poison, her brain told her. She tried to hold her breath but couldn't, she sucked air into her lungs and fainted.
He held her in his arms kissing her bare shoulder, "My beautiful doll, let's go home." and he carried her out of the dressing room to the side door slipping out of the building right under Mikoto and Ino's noses.
The limousine was waiting for him at the side door and the chauffeur opened the door for Sasori as he climbed in the back with Sakura in his arms. "Has the runt been taken care of?" Sasori asked his driver as he settled Sakura closer and more firmly on his lap.
"Yes sir, he is in the trunk. The other two tails have been disposed of as well, sir."
"Excellent, thank you, Kabuto." Sasori smiled.
"It was a pleasure sir." and they drove away from the store, away from Ino and Mikoto who were calling out Sakura's name frantically running back and forth in the store.
Madara got the call at midday, he had just sat down at his desk with the Sasori folder when his phone rang. The voice spoke, explained,and apologized.
"Where is Sasuke?" Madara spoke low and dangerously.
"Gone, no trace." The voice said. "We don't know for sure, we think there may have been a struggle. We found a cloth with an inhalant on it behind the store. It may have been used on one of them or both. He left his card. It is Sasori, he has her."
"Shit." Madara hung up the phone and started calling everyone he knew that could help.
Itachi was sitting on the couch reading when they got home. Mikoto hugged Ino goodbye telling her she would let her know if she heard anything and went to find her son.
"Itachi." His mother started then paused.
He raised his head and looked at her, she looked terribly stressed, "Where is Sakura?" He asked her.
"Sasori took her from the dressing room, we don't know where she is." Mikoto didn't get a chance to say anything else before Itachi was on his feet heading for the door. She ran after him, "Your Uncle Madara and your Dad are out there looking for her right now. Didn't they call you?"
Itachi spun around to face his mother, "And you really think they will find her? They don't even know where the bastard lives! They won't find her till he dumps her body in the river!" He walked toward the garage, phone in hand.
"Kisame, it's me, meet me at the old place…..yeah….he took my wife…...I kinda need her for the wedding…call the others. Bye." Itachi tore out of the garage leaving it open.
Itachi took the back roads to the old Uchiha compound and drove up the drive from the back.
They were already there, two cars and a truck were in front of the old Main house.
Itachi got out of his truck and was met at the door by his old platoon. Kisame Hoshigaki, marine biologist and international weapons dealer. Deidara of Iwagakure, Explosives specialist. Hidan of Yugakure, One Badass Sadistic Mother Fucker.
"Thank you for coming. Akasuna no Sasori kidnapped my soon to be wife. I want to get her back. Will you help me?" Itachi nodded to each man in turn.
Hidan whistles, "Little shit has balls stealing your woman Uchiha, fuck yeah I'll help you, I hate that little punk, thinks he's better than everyone else."
"You don't even have to ask, I'm in." Kisame smiles a toothy grin at Itachi.
"Took your fiance? Right before the wedding yeah? Can I blow him up hey?" Deidara asked smiling.
"Yes, but I get to kill him," Itachi said.
"Of course! I'm in, you know I like to spread my art around! I'll blow this whole town up yeah!"
"Try not to blow too much up, I live in this town Deidara." Itachi smiled at his enthusiasm. It was nice to have them here to help him. "Thanks."
"So what's the plan, I assume you have one?" Kisame asked.
"Of course I do, you know me." Itachi motioned them into the main house of the old compound.
"That I do." Kisame smiled again and they went inside.
8 hours Later…
Kabuto pulled the limousine up in front of the old Akasuna mansion just outside of Suna. He walked around to the side door and opened it. Sasori stepped out with Sakura in his arms and climbed the wide staircase up to the front of the house, kabuto at his side. Kabuto unlocked and opened the door and Sasori walked inside.
"Take the dead weight to our room, I will see to my bride." Sasori turned to the main cathedral stairs of the mansion but stopped halfway there. "Make sure he is secured, he was part of Konoha's military special forces under his brother Uchiha Itachi, don't underestimate him."
Kabuto turned back to the front door to get Sasuke.
Sasori held Sakura tightly to his chest as he walked up the stairs to his room. Finally, he finally had her.
Grunting slightly, he laid her on his large bed smoothing down her dress and folded her hands in her lap. Her hair wasn't done up and it didn't match the dress she wore but he didn't mind. He would call someone and have it made up later. She whispered something in her sleep but he couldn't make it out. His fingers trembled as he stroked her cheek, he almost couldn't believe he finally had her in his bed. He twisted around to open a small drawer of the nightstand by the bed and pulled out a tiny vial of clear liquid. His palm began to sweat and he wiped it on his pants in disgust. He needed to change his clothes for her. The vial was set on the nightstand and he left her laying on their bed and went to the attached dressing room.
A small mini bar and sink sitting room separated their dressing rooms. He laid his overcoat on one of the chairs and opened the door to his dressing room turning on the light. She seemed to like the black suit he had worn to the Gallery that night so he pulled it out of the many that lined his racks.
As he finished buttoning the coat a maid walked in carrying three clothing boxes. She bowed to him, "For my Lady Akasuna." She said.
"Put them in her dressing room and call for a hairdresser please." He waved to Sakura who was still sleeping on their bed.
The maid cast a curious glance at Sakura and bowed. "My Lady Akasuna is very beautiful sir, I will call the hairdresser." and she left.
"Yes, very beautiful." Sasori walked back over to the bed and kissed her gently on her lips.
Kabuto was dragging Sasuke into the room making huffing noises. He dropped him on the ground and went to get a chair to sit him in. He was back in a moment with a padded chair with padded arms. It was deep and had a large framed back with cutouts that would be useful for tying the runt down. Kabuto heaved Sasuke's dead weight into the chair and pulled out multiple ropes from his belt. He tied Sasuke's arms to the padded armrests, one on each, his legs to the feet of the chair, also one on each, and then his neck and torso to the back of the chair so Sasuke couldn't try to kick the chair out to break the lines or move his head, he had to look straight forward...at the bed.
"I don't want him screaming and making too much noise while I am occupied with my wife, get the accessories and put them on a table next to the chair please." Sasori waved Kabuto away and turned back to Sakura. Yes, he thought, I will be very occupied tonight.
Old Uchiha Compound….
"This is the plate of the limousine from the store that was spotted outback, I need an address. This is his registration from the college he was attending all of his information is fake I'm sure but see if you can find a trail." Itachi throws the pad to Kisame.
"On it," Kisame says.
"Gather all the weapons and gear we will need for a 3-week long desert trek." He instructs Hidan.
"What? A fucking week in the desert are you fucking kidding me man, damn it no, I don't want to go now, this sucks balls man." Hidan starts to complain.
"You will deny my request ?" Itachi says quietly. "Are you not here because of me, do you not breath because I saved your life?" The room went quiet.
"Hey Itachi, man, I was just kidding ok, I'm sorry, ok?" Hidan ran a hand through his hair and smiled sheepishly.
Itachi ignored him and turned to Deidara. "Prepare enough for the 5th world war. I want everything, tags, formulas, traps, you name it."
Deidara's face lit up. "I got you covered yeah! You know it!" Deidara pumped his fist in the air. "Fuck yeah!"
Itachi pulled three large folders out from under the table that he had kept there.
"This is all the information on the Akasuna clan from the last 10 years, he pushed one folder into the center of the table. This is all the information on the serial killer and his kills that we now know was Sasori. He pushes it to the center of the table. This is all the information I personally tracked down about his most recent movements and whereabouts that I haven't told the force about yet as it also contains insight into the life of my future wife. I need not say this but I will. I am only letting you be privy to this because I know anything and everything might be important and it might be that one little detail that was overlooked that would have found her. I leave nothing to chance. We were the ones they called in when no one else would or could get the job done. I'm counting on you."
He pushed the third folder to join the others in the middle of the table.
The three men nodded to him.
"I need to go speak with my family, I will return as soon as I can. Read these folders front to back. I will return." and Itachi left for the main house in the current compound.
Kisame grabbed the first folder, Deidara the second and Hidan the third. Each opened theirs and started to read.