A.N.: Loathe, lust, and longing are the three L's I've endorsed. If you can feel these three L's, then you know the purpose and the secret behind Beyond Him. May you loathe her character, fight her lust, and long for a happy ending to life with her.
Happy reading.
Beyond Him
Chapter Two
Sakura stared out the window watching as the snow fell silently. Sakura supposed the beauty of it, so distant in comparison to the warmth of the water cascading down her body, was that it was a foretelling. A bitter chuckle rose in her chest. She turned her head away from the sight and twisted the knob of the shower off. She squeezed the access water from her hair, and stepped from the stall. Sakura dragged the towel off of the counter and ran it over her skin.
She lifted her head and stared mercilessly into the mirror. Dropping the towel, she ran her nimble fingers over the flesh of her chest. Oh yes, she thought, what a wonderful workout she had yesterday. The tissue of her pectoralis major swelled causing her breasts to seem fuller. She raised her arms and stretched them far above her head. Her triceps brachii strained beneath her skin. She smiled to her reflection. What a wonderful workout indeed.
Then she moved on. Sakura pulled her now long hair to the side and tied it with a green ribbon. She reached the door and took the long black dress hanging there down. She easily slipped into it. She tied the straps behind her neck and straightened the material down the front. She moved back to the mirror on the wall. She faced the shower stall and turned her head to glance over her shoulder into her reflection again. Her hands skimmed down her side to lay over her lumbar. Her backside laid exposed to the air. Her eyes followed her spine down to her latimuss dorsi. What a fine muscle, she thought, the better to seduce you with.
She escaped the bathroom with her chest filling with pride. She was always one to take on the duties most kunoichi dared to pass by. She bent at the door of the hotel room to slip on her little black heels. Sakura thought briefly what a wonderful day to work on. She came back up and grabbed the fur jacket off the chair beside the door. She draped the warmth around her shoulders and touched her breasts.
"What a wonderful woman I've become."
And what a wonderful woman she did become.
Her beloved Hokage gave her everything she had once dreamed of. First was a job offering to have her own genin team, but she didn't want a group of children pretending to be adults flooding her free time. If her team couldn't last, what made me think her new one would? Second was a job offering to run the hospital, but she didn't her life to turn to her mentor's. The idea of being swamped by paperwork and becoming an alocholic wasn't becoming for a woman with her stature. Third was a job offering as ANBU, but she didn't want that anymore. She wanted the fame of having face in the Bingo Book. Pride filled her every time her stats needed to be updated.
Sakura made her way down the cold street. Merchants and sleazy men hooted and hollered at her, but she paid no heed. The snow drifted to the left, a foretelling of where to turn. She shifted and turned down the dark alleyway. There, at the end, stood a dark man awaiting. She approached him, a seductive grin pressing her mouth upwards. Her emerald eyes gleamed. She waved her hand dismissively in the air toward him, and he grunted.
Said man glanced at her before opening a side door. She entered, the smell of burnt flesh and cigars filtering her senses. She inhaled deeply before sighing dramatically.
"Where's Yusuke? Didn't I tell him to air the place out? Cops will surely find our joint if he doesn't do it soon!" she whined.
She darted her eyes to the husky man as he grunted and stepped back out into the cold. She smiled a bitter smile. Cold metal would be awaiting him for sure. She twisted her head and her smile to the scene before.
"Yusuke, what a wonderful job you've done! Someone's looking for a treat!" She shouted startling many of the men and boys before her.
She raised her arms and clapped delightfully. Mere boys sat in front of her chained, dirty, and starving. All of which were ranging from 6 to men late in their thirties. She chuckled at the fear dwindling in their eyes, the shivering in the arms, and the wounds adorning their bodies.
"Darling, all I do is for you."
Sakura followed the sound to her left, and watched as her beloved Yusuke stepped forth from the shadows. In his hand was a tell all manual she's become used to seeing. She reached her hands out- one to take the manual, the other to offer to this desirable man with endless pits for eyes. He took her hand, kissed it lightly, before settling it on her arm.
"Darling, we have quite the selection for you today. Hopefully you'll save some of your hunger for me." He said, his voice dropping octaves as he guided them to the row of slaves.
Sakura cooed, "I do owe you. That boy you gave me last time just my sexual hype."
Yusuke grinned a grin she knew would suffice in rough sex and dangerous games. She felt her skin crawl with excitement. She opened the manual and glance down at the pages of naked flesh. Her eyes scanned diligently over the many fleshes before landing on one she likes.
"Tell me how much for this one. This supposed farm boy with the tattoos who like..peaches." She read. Her interest hiked as Yusuke glanced at the page before bringing her further down the line.
"Number 26, stand!" Yusuke grasped the chain of said boy and dragged him out of line. He kicked the boy, no more than 16, who grunted and cried. "He's a hefty price, madame. He has a good body and quite the strength to please you. 20,000 yen, but for you 10,000. Only if you share your goods, darling." His dark soulless eyes stared shamelessly down upon her sleek form. She relished it.
Sakura smiled and chuckled delightfully. She brought her hand to cover the lower portion of her face. "As always, darling. Prepare him for me. Let us go to the back. I can't stand the smell in here."
She smiled a familiar smile of lust, her eyes burning for seeming only him. He fell for her, and practically dragged her to the back. They walked a familiar walk of dead men in chains, down the stairs in the back into a cellar with children of women, passed them into a small room.
He slammed the door behind them and wasted no time depositing her closer to the middle of the room. He pushed her onto the bed and ravished her neck with nips and licks. She faked a moan, one she knew would push him further down against her body. She ran her hands up his spine and grabbed his hair. She fitted one hand around the back of his neck and drew his ear to her lips. She licked and sucked on his lobe before feeling a fire burn in her belly.
"Yusuke," she called softly, "Yusuke, I want to tell you something important."
He moaned out.
"Yusuke," her tone dropped and her hands tightened around him, "Your trade is over."
He stopped and began to push against her. She pulled him tighter to him. She moaned into his ear as he began to panic. Her eyes gleamed and a smile pulled at her lips. He started to scream angrily, and his hands fought to get a grip on her.
"May Hell keep you warm."
Her hand around his neck tightened and his cervical vertebrae crunched and cracked beneath her. The sound resounded in the small room. Yusuke's choked sounds died quickly in the sound of her laughter. The door burst open and her laugh quieted down into chuckles.
"Temari, let this place leak into the papers. Let it be known." Sakura cooed, pushing the corpse from her. "Let it be known that the Sex Trade has been unfolded."
Temari stood, her fan pressed to her back. A sneer covered her pretty face. "What should the story be?"
"Do as Tsunade said. We would be foolish to not let it be known that this is where the missing children have gone. Have Kankuro send in a team as a raid on 'weapon charges' in a neutral land." Sakura's lips lifted upward, her emerald eyes gleaming next to the blood of a dead man. "What a wonderful day indeed."