Chapter2

Let's Play Mouse

Sakura was always one who obeyed, and when Tsunade told her to be home after one week of searching, she was sure she could oblige easily.

But, in her new state of mind, she wasn't sure obeying would be what she had made out.

And as she pulled her tent into a tiny square, as she walked down the dirt path, hell, every single breath she took, she felt hollow. Not the natural 'dying of hunger' hollow, no. Every shinobi experienced that kind. This was different. Much, much different.

She had never felt this kind before.

Well, maybe never?

Ugh. Fuck it all. She doesn't remember.

She continued, eyebrows furrowing ever so farther down her forehead with every step, until she was almost positive her cheeks had taken over the situation.

She dropped her pack on the ground; sitting down on a fallen trunk, the rough bark scraping her thighs. She grunted deep in her throat, it felt good to sit, better than lying on a bench. "Rarrgh!" she gripped her hair, shaking her head and whimpering. She hated reliving things, and this, by far, was her worst memory. She had watched him leave, tip his hat and jump the stage, just like the idiot he was and probably still is.

She shook her head again, more violently this time, trying to rack the recurring-Romeo and Juliet stereotypical- scene from her brain.

Suigetsu watched amused as the girl did this; she looked quite out of place, all insane like that. He couldn't help but chuckle when she dropped her head into her empty hands. She'd instantly heard him and became immediately alert.

"Trying to lose a couple extra brain cells, eh?"

Sakura was all alert now, standing up and clenching her fists, though she new it was useless. She had used all her chakra up earlier, very little would be replenished.

He stepped out of the still shadows of the trees.

"You!" she accused, spitting the word.

"Me."

He shrugged, raising hands in front of his chest out of surrender."Come on. I'm not going to hurt you." His tone was mocking and the words sounded familiar.

"Go to hell." She snarled. He can turn to steam in the fiery pits of the place for all she cared.

"Relax; just let me…access you a little better."

He lunged forward in a weak effort to grab her; she dodged and pressed herself against a tree, right where he wanted her. Like a trapped rat, Suigetsu muses. He pulls a kunai from the pouch on his thigh; taking slow, measured steps toward the 'trapped rat'.

Sakura's heart beat rapidly now, it was better than the hollow feeling, probably God trying to tell her what a little asshole she was to this guy earlier.

Now she had to be nice.

"What do you want?" her voice shook like a leaf, fueled with frustration and anger. He could see the struggle to keep her head, and couldn't help compare it to what she was doing earlier. "Oh, nothing," he's purring, enjoying every second of disgust that flashes through mint green eyes. He's right in front of her now, so close, enough to feel her hitched breath on his neck. Suigetsu takes the knife to her throat, tracing her collarbone back and forth, back and forth. "Spare me the trouble of choosing for you, n'kay? I could kill you right here, then drag your little castrated body back to our hideout," his grip tightened on the blade, pressing it closer, drawing a string of blood. "Or, we can do this the easy way and you can come with me without complaints. But you'll probably never see your family and again, though either way you'll see Sasuke. So, answer. Now."

She chewed on her lip. She could see Sasuke, really, honestly, truly see him.

Him and his bastardous ass!

On the other hand, she'd never see the others. The goodbye she gave Naruto the day she left for this mission was her last. She wouldn't be able to say a real one, and this man didn't look merciful enough to take her to her village; probably the last thing on his mind though he knew she was thinking it.

Suigetsu became annoyed at watching her ramble in her head, despite himself.

"Just answer the question, its not that hard-"

"Shut up! I'm deciding my fate here!" her outburst surprised him, and he stumbled a little. "Fine. I'll come."

"Will that be castrated or not castrated?"

She didn't answer, just glared.

Sakura began in the direction he had been coming from, and he just stared after her. She finally got sick of it about twelve feet in, "Well?"

Suigetsu followed reluctantly, a bruise on his ego after watching a girl leading him to his hideout.

He was sure as hell that this bubblegum haired, green eyed, teeny, rather emotional didn't own the cave he and the others had been hiding in for so long. No. That was a mans' house.

And the reason he rambled and mumbled over this psychotically? He didn't know her name. He needed to know.

Positively,

Absolutely,

Defiantly,

Needed to know!

But he wasn't going to ask, pffft. You'd be insane if you actually thought he was going to ask. That's a woman's job to tell the guy…

So, he catches up to her. "'O…looks like we're gonna be stuck together-"

She interrupted, "I'm going to be stuck with you,"

"for a while. I'm Hozuki Suigetsu, you?"

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Sakura. Haruno Sakura." And as an afterthought, "Learn to love it."