DEVIL'S KISS

Sasuke combed his fingers lightly through his wind-tussled hair and looked towards the setting sun. He had retraced his steps from last night and was waiting on the bench that Michiko had directed him to. He had forced himself to bring a small bundle of flowers, but that was only so that he could butter up the girl faster and pounce on his prey when the right time came.

'She'll come,' he thought, unperturbed at the fact that he had been waiting there for forty-five minutes already. 'Even though last night had a rough ending, she's under my spell. I can start pulling the strings on my little puppet soon…'

He stood up as soon as he could see the awaited girl head down the street and towards him. He suppressed a smirk when he saw Michiko's outfit: an impossibly tiny black miniskirt with a matching, low neckline tank top. It was a nice change from the librarian outfit she had worn last night.

Sasuke slapped the flowers into her hands and raised his brow. "I see you dressed up."

Michiko glanced down at the wilted daisies in shock. "And…you brought me flowers." She gave him a quizzical look. "Why the sudden change in attitude?"

'So I can gain your trust easier and make my plan succeed,' Sasuke thought to himself.

He cleared his throat. "Because right now, you're the only thing I have," he said with a hint of sarcasm that fortunately went undetected.

The confused look melted off the girl's face and was immediately replaced with a smile surrounded by lightly reddened cheeks. "That's…that's so nice," she said quietly, taking a step towards Sasuke and causing their shoulders to brush.

Sasuke wrapped his arm around her waist. 'Naruto was right: I am pretty damn good at smooth-talking.' He glanced down at her arm. "There's a sock…on your arm…"

Michiko laughed nervously. "Eh…you have some pretty sharp nails."

He pulled her closer against his own body. "Maybe now you'll remember to listen to me."

Michiko absentmindedly pulled a petal off one of the daises. Yes, he was right. She shouldn't have let her weak emotions get the best of her. From now on, she would do anything that Sasuke told her to do. He had control over her and she didn't mind it one bit.

"Yes, Sasuke-san."

"Good."

The sun set beyond the horizon and the reds and oranges in the sky began to blend in with the oncoming midnight blue. Sasuke gripped Michiko's hip and began to lead her away from the bench. Tonight wasn't the right night to go all the way…that would scare her off. But maybe a little progress wouldn't hurt…

"Where are we going, Sasuke-san?" Michiko asked timidly as they approached the forest.

"You'll see."

"Is it somewhere in the forest?"

"You'll see," Sasuke repeated patiently. If he were to get irritated with her again tonight, then the plan would probably fall to pieces. Being nice to her and gaining her trust and respect was what he had to do in order to succeed.

Michiko huddled closer to the young man's side as they walked under the thick canopy of trees. The path ahead of them was pitch-black and the whole forest was as quiet as the grave. Sasuke continued to lead her, showing no signs of hesitation or fear.

They walked through the dark for another half hour until Sasuke stopped and slid his hand off Michiko's waist. They were in a small clearing, completely surrounded by trees on all sides. In the middle of the clearing was a small dirt mound.

"You know where I've taken you?" Sasuke asked, approaching the mound and kneeling next to it.

"Do I want to know?" Michiko asked apprehensively.

Sasuke patted the mound. "This is where Naruto and I buried Yuko." His eyes flitted back to her. "The girl you murdered."

Michiko bit her lip and slowly sunk to the ground. She was starting to feel sick to her stomach again. Why had he taken her there, of all places? Was this his idea of a romantic evening?

"I didn't know Yuko for all that long," Sasuke continued. "But it was obvious that she didn't deserve to die at such a young age." He squinted. "People shouldn't die because of things they can't control."

Michiko held her hands over her stomach. "I-I-…it wasn't my decision! Naoki made me do it!"

Sasuke stood up and turned to her, focusing his onyx eyes on her blue ones. "So you do anything that people tell you to do?"

Michiko backed away. "I…I"

Sasuke took a step towards her. "If someone told you to gauge out your eyeballs, would you do it?"

"I-"

Another step. "If someone told you to stab your brother in the back, would you do it?"

"I-"

Sasuke knelt in front of the trembling girl and touched her warm cheek. "If someone told you to kiss me," he whispered in her ear, causing shockwaves of shivers to course down her spine. "Would you do it?"

Michiko gulped and moaned quietly as Sasuke nipped her ear. She always did what people told her, but she was usually hesitant about it. But in this case…she would do it, no questions asked.

"Y-yes," she purred.

Sasuke pulled away and once again stared straight into her eyes. "Just making sure."

He touched her lips lightly with the tip of his thumb before laying his lips gently on top of hers' and pulling her into a deep kiss. It started out innocently enough until after a few moments their tongues were dancing and Sasuke had pushed the girl to the ground. He straddled her and broke away from the kiss.

"If…if someone told you to let me inside of you," he breathed on her neck. "Would you do it?"

"Yes," Michiko answered in a high-pitched voice, her body longing for exactly what he had suggested.

"Tch." Sasuke stood up and held his hand out to her. "Not tonight."

Michiko sighed in frustration but nonetheless took his hand without complaint. Before standing up, she grabbed the wilted daisies, which had fallen on the ground, and tossed them next to the makeshift grave.

"This is the best I can do for her," she said, getting up off the ground and patting off the dirt from her back.

Sasuke sneered. "Don't worry; you can redeem yourself through me."

'I've got you right where I want you, Michiko. There's no way I'm gonna let you go.'

Naruto set his hands on his hips and sighed contentedly as he looked upon all the materials necessary for his little project: kunai and shuriken, white paper, and plenty of red paint. Such simple items, but the results would be devastating.

'Well, to SIN anyways,' he thought, lifting one of the kunai and twirling it around his fingers.

Naruto looked out the window and at the moon. "Hm, waxing crescent. I'll give it a few more weeks and the plan should be ready."