Dirty Little Secret
Part Two: Kisame
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Sakura had never known what the word "awkward" entailed. Sure, there were times when she had nothing to say, or when she was embarrassed, but it was never…awkward. She was far too (annoying) happy for that. But now…she thought she'd figured it out.
"Sakura-chan," he grinned, leaning against a tree, "I've heard some… interesting…things about you." Her gazed locked on the jagged bones jutting from his gums in curiosity - were they really as sharp as they seemed to be? Zetsu's were completely normal once she'd…er…examined them – as she thought of a witty comeback. All that came to mind were utterly pathetic, so she settled for defense.
"Oh?" she questioned, hand never leaving her kunai pouch. Kisame Hoshigaki straightened, hand on his sword and the grin waxed on to his lips.
"We're fighting, are we?" he questioned, mockingly, and Sakura smiled sweetly.
"That's what enemies generally do, Hoshigaki-san. I know you're not too bright, but…"
His lips twisted into a half-grimace, half-smile, as if he wanted nothing better in the world then to rip her in half, then put her right back together and pretend he didn't do it. Sakura's expression didn't falter, but the slight shift of his foot – right, just an unnoticeable inch – had her instantly on alert.
When Sakura's team had met up with Kisame and his buddies, there was a fight that had the mice scurrying. For some reason (…ahem) Kisame had separated both himself and Sakura from the group, effectively cutting her off on both radio transmitter and interaction with her team.
Which was bad, because now he was starting to stare at her as if she was some sort of prize money. (And remembering Zetsu, she probably was.) Awkwardly – yup, it was true…she was feeling awkward now – she shifted and tore her gaze away, thinking of a plan to get back to her friends. Kisame mimicked her steps, causing her to stop and furrow her brows.
He grinned. Again. "…three…"
Her eyes narrowed; what was he doing?
His grip on Samahada tightened. "…two…" His eyes peered at her, shining with something that made a shiver run up her spine. "…one."
She waited. Nothing happened. Scowling, she ground out an annoyed, "Kisa-", but before she was able to finish, the ground beside her exploded with such a lack of sound it made her ears pop. Hurriedly she darted to hide, throwing a barrage of kunai toward where she'd seen Kisame last. The smoke cleared slowly and she watched from behind a small outcrop of rocks, eyes scanning the forest floor for the hidden Akatsuki. Patiently she spun a kunai on her finger, crouched and ready to pounce.
"Kunoichi."
Suddenly she was trapped. The rock behind her back halted any actions of retreat and Samahada pointed at her face made it hard to do anything but stare. She began to feel her chakra seeping away from her and cursed, gathering as much power as she could to her foot and stomping on the ground. The explosion wasn't as big as she'd liked, but it was enough to make Kisame stumble in surprise, momentarily losing his footing. Sakura began to make her escape but for whatever reason she paused, frowning. Kisame cursed, straightening, and then she was fighting against his tight hold, yelping.
"Get off of me, you giant brute!" she yelled in frustration, stomping on the doppelganger's foot fruitlessly as the real Kisame sauntered over, grin in place once again.
"You shouldn't underestimate the enemy, Sakura-chan," he told her, drawing up to his full height before her. (She gulped quietly; he was really, really tall.) His gaze locked onto hers and for a moment she saw that shining in them again. Her fists trembled as she answered.
"I- I didn't. I was thinking."
"Oh?" he taunted, smirking. "About what, pray tell?"
"…uhh…" Sakura fought against the blush valiantly and, in the end, failed. She felt her cheeks brighten in embarrassment. "…stuff?"
The doppelganger holding her disappeared but she hardly noticed, closing her eyes involuntarily at Kisame's hands cupping her cheeks. She absently felt his thumbs stroke high on her cheekbones and swallowed dryly, holding fast to his cloak in fear of her legs giving out. Honestly, they shouldn't be doing this to her…she was a growing teen with raging hormones. It was just cruel. "Kisame-san…please don't…" she whispered, voice pitifully weak. He chuckled, breath ghosting across her face. (She noticed with satisfaction he didn't smell like fish at all…a bit on the cinnamon side, though. Which wasn't entirely unpleasant.)
"Yes, Sakura-chan?" he murmured, and she felt his lips touch hers briefly, teasingly. She gulped, trying to pull him closer- it was like trying to move a boulder without chakra. (Which was precisely what was happening…throughout the entire ordeal she'd felt Samahada slowly stealing the chakra from her reserves, but paid no attention.)
"Stop it," she growled in annoyance, eyes closing as she tried to reach him. She felt him shake in laughter.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Her eyes peeled open dangerously, half lipped. "Shut up and kiss me, asshole."
Suddenly, his lips were on hers and her back was to the rocks behind her. His hands searched her fleetingly, never lingering, and slipping up her shirt. His sand-paper feel of his coarse fingers sent goose bumps along her flesh and she shivered, gasping slightly. He bit down softly on her lower lip- she allowed him entrance gladly.
A blur of shouting and cursing later, she was behind a growling Naruto and Kisame was smirking at her from the rocks- on the other side of the clearing. "Beat it, Gills," Naruto growled angrily as she looked around in confusion, dazed. Kakashi placed a hand on her shoulder and she saw Sai's eyes narrow not far off.
Kisame chuckled. "Like I haven't heard that one before, brat." He tilted his chin up in amusement, leaning on Samahada and making a hand sign. "Thanks for the entertainment, princess." He winked, making her scowl, and disappeared with a poof.
"Sakura-chan!" Naruto immediately questioned, whirling around to face her. "Did he hurt you? That freakin' asshole- I'll kill him for touching you like that! The nerve-!"
She smiled, patting his cheek in amusement. "Naruto, thanks but I'm fine. I just let my guard down is all."
She tried not to see Kakashi's suspicious look as they left to return to the Leaf, casting one more glance at where Kisame had been.
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Lo and behold, a small amount of money was on her dresser the next morning (she didn't stop to think about how they continued to sneak in and out of the village) and a note with surprisingly neat handwriting.
Zetsu was right. You're a damn good kisser. I've heard rumors about who's next, but you'll have to figure it out yourself. Wish it was me again. (And if you can't tell, I'm laughing at your expense. Enjoy.
- "Gills"
And with a laugh, she left to shower, pondering who would be next and dispelling the haunting feeling that had taken residence in her heart.
It was just a kiss, after all.
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Alright, I know there's a crapload of problems with this. I know Sakura would never betray her village so blatantly, and I know that Akatsuki would never do something along these lines. But whatever- this fic is totally for my own enjoyment and the readers' as well.
I will go throughout the entire Akatsuki, including Konan. (Gasp!) If you have any ideas or scenarios, PM me, or put it in your review and I'll credit you. :)
Oh right. And Sakura is not a whore for you haters. She's currently my favorite female character on the entire show, and I pair her with everyone. (So in a way, I guess she is a whore. A pairing-whore. But same difference!)
Tell me what you think. :D