(READ AUTHOR"S NOTE AT THE END!)
Blood Doesn't Mix With Roses
Chapter 3
You're Gonna Go Far, kid
Sakura woke up on Hidan's bed, alone in the dark-lit room. The person who had held her through her sob-fest last night wasn't there, and neither was her favorite Akatsuki member, the one with silvery-white hair and amazing purple eyes.
Had he forgotten about her birthday? Had he forgotten about her? Did he quit the Akatsuki? Did he even bother to come back last night? Did he come back and decide to leave again, since she was crying? Did Hidan know who the person who had held her was? Did he even know that someone helped her through the night? Then, one thought rose above all others. Was Hidan, the sadistic religious pretty-boy of Akatsuki, the one who held her and kept away her nightmares about her mother's death?
Sakura shook her head, ridding her mind of the ridiculous thoughts that were flooding her mind like a small army. There was no way in hell that he would care that much to do that.
She got off of Hidan's bed and gathered the objects that she had not bothered to move last night. She put them on the end table by 'her' couch, and walked over to the dresser to pick out the clothes for the day.
She grabbed them and headed into the bathroom for a shower, and she came out wearing her simple black cut-of tank top with fishnets trimming the bottom edge and her baggy ninja pants with the multiple large pockets for her weapons and things, so that she didn't have to carry extra pouches on her belt. She threw on her Akatsuki cloak and slipped the Akatsuki ring on her left pinkie.
Sakura walked out into dimly lit hall, and strode confidently down to the kitchen for her morning coffee. Her mind was in a different place, so she didn't notice when someone walked out of a wooden doorway, and into her. She looked up, and Tobi gave a polite apology, and then continued on his way, humming something that resembled the Barney theme song.
The pinkette stared after him for a moment, watching his slowly shrinking backside, and then entered the kitchen, which was a fairly large room.
It had a table in the middle, which could seat 10 people, and it had a big pantry fully stocked with all the foods imaginable, well, the ones that could be stored in the pantry. Everything else was in the fridge, which was made of stainless steel, and had two doors. The fridge even had the grips on the door handles and the little ice/water dispenser on the door. Sakura really liked the fridge.
The rest of the kitchen had black marble counter tops, and the cabinets were made of dark cherry wood. The stove, microwave, coffee maker, espresso machine, blender, toaster and dish washer were made of stainless steel as well.
The kunoichi walked over to the counter and grabbed a small blueberry muffin from the box that Kisame brought to the base earlier this morning, and then she poured out some of the coffee from the coffee maker. She put in a lot of sugar and French Vanilla flavored creamer.
She walked over and sat across from Kisame wordlessly, still lost in her thoughts about Hidan, though she was trying to rid them now, as well.
The shark looked at her and flashed her a sharp-toothed grin, and she gave a small smile in return, her expression clouded with a hint of confusion.
She sat eating her muffin and drinking her coffee at the table across from the tall fish-man for awhile, one of them occasionally starting a small conversation, and then letting it drop. They just sat in each other's company, reveling in the peace and quiet.
Sakura got up when she finished, and after saying a polite goodbye to 'fish-stick', she walked to Deidara's room. The blond had become one her closest friends in the Akatsuki hideout, and she liked talking to him. He was an easygoing, relaxed person who would hear you out, though he may add the occasional sarcastic or snide remark out of habit.
Sakura let her chakra flare outside of his door, letting him know that she was there, and entered the room, taking in its soothing navy-colored walls and simple furnishings. She had always liked Deidara's room, but Deidara insisted that there was nothing special about it.
Sakura let her eyes wander, and they landed on her blond-haired friend. He looked relaxed, shaping a large bird sculpture, and didn't look up when she entered, though he knew of her presence.
"Deidara?" she asked tentatively.
"Yeah?" he replied, not looking up from the bird.
"Can I talk to you?"
"Sure. About what, yeah?" he said, finally turning to face her and leaning back in his chair.
"Well, yesterday, I was...reminiscing, and there was a….strange person who came in and….Comforted me, in the middle of the night. Do you know who that...could be?"
Deidara tensed, and then said "Uh….no I don't, sorry, yeah. I wish I could help you, I really do, but I...uh...just remembered that I have to...uh...find Tobi and go on a….mission, yeah! So, bye, I guess, Sakura-chan! Good luck finding this 'mystery person' of yours!"
Then the blond male quickly walked out of the room, and disappeared down the hall, supposedly going to find his partner.
She stared after him quizzically for a brief moment, and then left as well, entering her and Hidan's room a few minutes later.
She walked over to sit on her couch, staring into space, not really taking in her surroundings, but being aware of them at the same time. Suddenly she snapped out of it, and looked around the room, hoping to find Hidan, or any traces of the man.
Sakura noticed a red sheath with black cherry blossoms and a sheathed sword on her dresser. She walked over to it, and picked it up, her delicate hands careful not to let it slip or get injured in any way.
The pink haired Akatsuki member unsheathed the sword, and saw that it was beautifully crafted, inlaid with red cherry blossoms and a silk grip, with a star-shaped hilt guard. There was a chain of black cherry blossoms coming out the back of the hilt, and she ran a petite hand over the blade. It was perfectly smooth, with the edge sharp enough to cut through anything. She brought it over to the couch, and fingered the hilt guard. Then she felt underneath it that there were a few scratches or something.
She took a look at the small 'imperfection', and saw a few small words, that stopped her train of thought, and made her heart skip a few beats.
'Sakura, I love you, and always will'
Sakura gently stroked the words, then attached the sheath to her back with a back-strap she found in Hidan's 'Weapons Accessories' box, then she headed out to the training grounds, preparing to ask Kisame or Itachi to give her katana lessons.
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The kunoichi stood in the middle of the field, panting heavily. Her clothes slung to her body, sticky with sweat, and she had a few minor lacerations from the swordplay.
She had ended up training with both Kisame and Itachi, and Kisame taught her to mostly defend herself, while Itachi showed her how to attack swiftly and silently, like an assassin.
She had just finished a heavy spar with Itachi, with the Uchiha winning, of course, with barely a bead of sweat on his skin.
"Okay. I'm done here. I'm gonna take a shower. Bye, Kisame. Bye, Itachi!" she called, strutting back to her room in the Akatsuki base.
See, the training field was a large meadow in the middle of the cave, where there was no roof, so the sun could shine through onto the training people below. The herbs that Konan collected for their small collection of herbal remedies grew wild in this area, so it just added to the training experience when you had to watch your step, so that you don't step on leafy green plants. Or a very mad blue haired kunoichi would probably chase you down the halls with a frying pan.
Sakura opened the dark cherry-wood door that lead to her room, and she spied Hidan lounging on his bed, doing...something. He was writing something down, or drawing. She couldn't tell.
"Hello, Hidan. How are you today?" she asked. Crisp and polite, not showing her mix of emotions beyond the cool exterior.
"I'm fucking fine, bitch. Have you been out training? Your clothes are all clingy and sticky and shit" he stated, his eyes traveling up and down her body critically.
"Oh, have you noticed?" she asked dryly.
"Yeah, I have. So why don't you get your ass in there and take damn shower already?!"
"Damn! You're so goddamn pushy all of a sudden! Relax, a little bit, at least!" she screeched, before going over to her dresser and snatching the first things she saw.
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Sakura felt her worries wash away with the warm water. Too bad that she couldn't stay in the shower forever, eh?
She reached out and turned the nozzle in the shower wall, then stepped out of the shower, wrapping her favorite white, fluffy towel around her person.
She dried herself off, and pulled on her undergarments and then her faded blue jeans. She reached out for a shirt, but all she could find was another pair of jeans.
Sakura became frantic. She searched all around the small bathroom for it, behind the toilet, down the sink's drain, knocking over the racks of carefully stacked bathroom equipment in her haste.
It fell with a loud 'CRASH!', and Hidan came running into the bathroom.
"What the fuck was tha-holy fucking Jashin-sama help me!" he prayed, whispering the last part. She was bent over to pick up the rack, and he had gotten a very good look at her cleavage.
She finished picking up the stand, then stood up to find herself face-to-face with Hidan, who was cherry-red in the face and was swallowing nervously.
"Is something wrong, Hidan? Do you have a fever?" she asked, automatically stepping closer to him to check his forehead temperature with her hand.
"Y..yeah. I'm J..just fine. Uh...I'll, uh, leave now" he stuttered, before he left the small bathroom, walking off to somewhere else in the Akatsuki base to vent.
Sakura shrugged it off as male weirdness, then went to her dresser, and she opened the shirt drawer, ready to quickly grabbed shirt. But there were none in there. Then she remembered that she had worn them all, and that today was laundry day. So, they were in the laundry room, which was conveniently place all the way across the Akatsuki base.
She sighed, and resigned herself to doing one of the lowest things she had on her 'Low Things Sakura Shouldn't Do But May Need To In The Near Future List'. She had to: raid a man's dresser.
She slowly and cautiously walked over to Hidan's dresser, afraid that something sinister was going to leap out and bite her, maybe rip a few large chunks of skin off of her body while the beast is at it.
But nothing came out. No creepy-crawlies, no mini-chimera's, and no gigantic fire-breathing dragons. Unless the dresser itself counted as a beast, which she didn't think so. It was just so...still...that she could hardly believe it. I mean, seriously, its a MAN'S DRESSER! Really, did anyone besides herself read the 'Top 100 Most Scary Things In A Female's Life'? Yeah, she didn't think so.
She finally reached the 'Dresser of DOOM!' as she dubbed it, and tentatively reached out a hand to grab the handle for one of the drawers. She pulled gently, and it came out smoothly, showing off neatly folded clothes, which were all either black or a really dark gray, with a single white one in the bunch.
She grabbed a midnight black dress shirt, then quickly made her hand retreat still wary of any attacking creatures.
She quickly ran to the 'safe' side of the room, near her couch, and slipped on the black shirt, quickly doing up the buttons but leaving the bottom one and the top two unbuttoned. Hey, even if she was in a masculine shirt, she still had to keep some of her femininity!
She sat down on the couch, and took out the book that she had gotten from Konan for her birthday, the medical book.
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Hidan's POV
After that sight, the really nice look at her cleavage, he had to get out of there before he suffered from mass-nosebleed-attack.
He was currently sitting at the edge of the training field, watching Deidara and Sasori fight physically about which type of art is 'More of a bang, yeah!'
It was funny as hell at first, but it got boring after awhile, so Hidan decided to go back to the room. Seriously, she would have put a shirt on by now, right?
Hidan approached the door, and gently placed his hand on the doorknob, slowly turning it, trying to mentally prepare himself for any sight that he might see.
What he didn't prepare himself for is the sight of her on his couch, reading a book, with her legs crossed that way, and her back arched in that way.
Oh, Jashin-sama, he hated Pein right now. All he wanted to do was screw her brains out, and Pein forbid him from doing that unless Sakura gave him permission. Damn Leader.
She moved her delicate hand to place some loose strands of her pastel pink hair behind her ear, and Hidan was mentally drooling, almost about to do it on the outside.
Then he noticed what she was wearing. Those tight-ass sexy jeans, and his shirt, not even buttoned up all the way.
Hidan couldn't take it anymore! He wanted to fuck her soo badly right now!
So he walked up to her, sat next to her on the couch, and kissed her right on the lips, then moving down her jawline to her throat, gently sucking and biting all the way down. Sakura moaned, and he leaned her against the couch. She wrapped her hands around his neck, and she leaned forward, kissing him, almost hungrily.
He licked her lip, practically begging for entrance, and she opened her mouth. Hidan slipped his tongue in, and he explored the cavern of her mouth, taking in every sweet inch.
While he kissed her, she moved one hand away from his neck and started to trace meaningless swirls in his back, causing him to...purr?
He started unbuttoning her shirt, and he had gotten to the last button, Sakura's hands helping where his fumbled, when someone rapped hard on the door.
"Sakura! Hidan! Pein wants to see you, ASAP!" Konan called.
Hidan and Sakura groaned in exasperation simultaneously, then Hidan walked to the door, with Sakura trailing behind, the pinkette quickly rebuttoning her shirt. Well, Hidan's borrowed-without-asking shirt.
Hidan mumbled a long stream of curses under his breath, which were directed at Konan and Pein, as he followed Konan down the long, stony corridors.
Sakura trailed behind, staring off into space.
Konan knocked on the dark wooden door, behind which Pein sat, and the trio heard a muffled "Enter"
Hidan and Sakura obliged, and Konan stayed outside.
Pein lifted his head from the vast amounts of paperwork on his desk, and fixed them with his stony stare.
"Hidan? Sakura?"
"Yes, Leader-sama?" they replied simultaneously.
"You have a retrieval mission. You will be going along with Itachi and Kisame, since it seems that they cant pull it off themselves"
"And what is it that we must retrieve, Leader-sama?" Sakura asked politely.
He looked at her, and quickly gouged her reaction to the news he was about to give her. Declaring it safe, he fixed her with an ominous stare, and his voice seemed to carry the very essence of evil when he spoke.
"The Kyuubi"
Ooh! Cliffie! Yesh, please dont hate me! I'll update soon! But i need to know if anyone can Beta for Fullmetal Alchemist/Naruto Crossover fics? Cuz i have the first chappie of a RoySaku i have done that needs to be edited, and i also have an upcoming EdSaku. So, and help would be greatly appreciated! And the song is You're Gonna Go Far, Kid by The Offspring. PLEASE REVIEW!