Want To Die?
Gaarakoi: Congrats to DarkLegends for guessing correctly for the first fic. It was indeed Animals by Nickelback. The same rule applies for this fic. Guess the name and artist correctly and I'll make your own fic to the best of my abilites! Good luck!
Sasuke ground his teeth together, wanting so much to rip off the head of almost every person currently in the bar. Just looking at the strapless top that barely reached her bellybutton and the extreme mini-skirt with fishnet stockings, he surmised that he was going to have to decapitate around one hundred and seventy-six people.
But, then again, that was just an estimate. Like every other night, every person, drunk or not, would be trying to get into her pants. The number kept steadily rising, too. "Why doesn't she just take a vacation with me and Gaa-chan?" he wondered out loud. "Then I wouldn't have to murder all these people hitting on our Mido-chan!"
The same thing happened last night, and the night before that. Actually, this happened all the time, whenever the greenette was working. The exact same thing every time.
Someone would go up to Naruto, who was discovered he was good at DJing, and nonchalantly ask about the sexy, giggling bartender. Naruto, used to the occurrence, would let a sly look out. "Yeah, I know her. Why? You gonna try to get in her pants?" Normally, this would get him a chuckle, and a reply that was almost identical with every person.
"What would she say if I was?"
"Good luck," the blonde would say, ending the conversation with a hearty laugh. "They'll never get her," Sasuke growled. "Why don't they give up? It's not going to happen on my watch."
He watches as the newest horny 20-something man struts up to her and orders a drink. At his current distance, the ravenette can't hear what it is, but notices as his girlfriend giggles and pulls out two glasses.
"What? Does he think if he gets her drunk, she'll sleep with him?" Sasuke asked out loud again. "Too bad they don't know how well she can hold alcohol." He saw the man's hand slide across the counter and up Midoriko's arm. "That's it!" he growled, standing up. Pushing his way though the crowd, he moved toward the bar, a look of murder across his features.
My newest victim he thought as he grabbed the man's shoulder, turning him around to face him. "Hey, buddy, get your own," the man said, slightly drunk. "This is my own," Sasuke hissed. "Get your hand off, now." The man pulled his hand away from the pouting greenette's arm and cringed at Sasuke's voice. "
I dare you to try that one more time," Sasuke continued in his deathly calm voice, sending shivers down the man's back. "Just give me one reason to kick your ass so hard, you won't be able to walk for a week." At that, the man jumped up, weaving through the crowd, making his way to the exit and disappearing from view.
"Sasu-chan!" Midoriko scolded. "What did I tell you and Gaa-chan about coming to the bar when I'm working? I can take care of myself, you know." Sasuke sighed and grabbed Midoriko's glass, downing the mildly alcoholic Hot Apple Pie in one gulp. "Yes, but you know we worry about these assholes," he explained, leaning over the bar to lay a hot kiss on her lips.
She moaned slightly, putting her hand on his chest and leaned into Sasuke's lips, which parted willingly, tasting the alcohol flavor in his mouth mixed with the Sasuke flavor. It was better than any drink she could ever make. Pulling back, she smiled at him.
"This is my job, Sasu-chan. I don't get mad when you're gone all day at your job. And you know how I feel about you working for Tachi-nee," she said, her smile saddening a bit. "I love him and all, but I just don't like how he's handling everything." Sasuke sighed again tipped his head back, looking at the ceiling.
"I know. But I already told you that as soon as I found a better job, I would take it. No questions asked." The greenette was about to say something sadly, but put her cheery smile back on as another woman walked up and tapped on the counter.
"I'll get you another Hot Apple Pie," she told Sasuke. Her boss told her strictly, no one is to know she's with Gaara and Sasuke. Personal and Business life are to be kept separate at all costs. So, now, as much as it killed her, she had to play Sasuke off like he was another customer.
"And what would you like, chicky?" Midoriko asked the woman. "Sex on the Beach," the woman said smoothly, looking like the typical model. Midoriko nodded and skillfully mixed both drinks at the same time. Sliding one down to Sasuke, she handed the other one to the woman.
The good-looking brunette kind of looked surprised at Midoriko for handing her the drink. "I asked for Sex on the Beach." Midoriko smiled, placing the drink in front of her. "Yeah, this is Sex on the Beach." The brunette smirked. "I didn't mean the drink."
"Come on, sexy," Sasuke growled as he grabbed his girlfriend's hand, trying to put on the act of the horny patrons at the bar. "Let's dance." Midoriko giggled at the woman and hopped up on the bar, turning around and sliding across it, into Sasuke's lap. He wrapped his muscled arms around her waist, standing up with her and pulling her to the dance floor.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Why don't they just give up? Haven't they learned it's impossible for anyone but me and Gaa-chan to have you?" Her green-haired lover giggled and ground into him hard, a small moan escaping her lips. He met it and was about to let out one of his own when Midoriko suddenly giggled hard.
Sasuke looked around her and found not one, but two pairs of hands on her ass. "Why is everybody hitting on you?!" he growled loudly as a muscle blonde guy gripped her ass hard, causing a small flinch in Midoriko's face.
"That's it!" Sasuke exploded. "I'm hurting somebody now!" He grabbed the guy's wrist in a death-grip and pulled it away from the greenette. Before the guy could yell at him, Sasuke punched him, effectively knocking him to the floor.
"You need to keep your hand off of my girlfriend," Sasuke said in his calm-but-psycho-killer voice. "Fight back. I dare you. I really need to fucking hurt someone." The guy got up, looking pissed off. One look at his attacker though, had him looking scared.
"Oh, g-gomen, Uchiha-san, I didn't k-know M-mikoto-chan was yours," he stuttered. After bowing hastily a few times, he took off toward the other side of the club.
"I still don't get why you tell them your name is Mikoto. And Mido-chan, I really don't like when you wear those kinds of clothes in public," Sasuke said, wrapping his arms around her waist. She sighed and leaned into his embrace, lightly rubbing the small bulge in his pants.
"I know, Sasu-chan, but this is what Yosuke picked out for me to wear," she replied. Sasuke sighed again. "I'm sorry I caused a scene," he whispered in her ear, kissing it lightly. The greenette smiled softly. She knew it was hard for either one of her lovers to apologize. "It's alright, Sasu-chan," she cooed in his ear. "But you can make it up to me with Gaa-chan when I get home, ne?"
He smiled and nodded, lacing his fingers with hers as they walked back toward the bar. Sasuke's good mood didn't last long, however, as every person they passed stared blatantly at his girlfriend. Midoriko got a worried look on her face. "Sasu-" "Don't worry," Sasuke cut in. "Just wait until they get what's coming to them." He smiled. "Another time."