hidan ++ kakuzu
xSakura
(warning: excessive cursing)
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so let's hope this chapter is better, eh? sorry for the uber long delay…there was computer-crashage and laziness. my bad.
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"Oh, Sakura-san! I hope your stay will be satisfactory…your Hokage has done so much for us and we're happy to oblige to any of her – and your - wishes!" the grubby little man – Tenji, he'd told her - at Sakura's side gushed, showing her quickly and efficiently to her room. "Just say the word and you'll have it!"
Damn Tsunade; she certainly did not need this much pampering. "Uh, thanks. I'll call if I need anything."
"Anything at all!" he chimed, and promptly disappeared down the hall. She shook her head in wonder at the small man's energy, and trekked slowly into the lavish room. Immediately she pulled out her mission scroll, did the hand seals to open it, and sat heavily on the bed to read.
'Sakura-
Decided you needed a rest. You look like crap. Enjoy the hot springs, Tenji will be happy to get you anything you need. Smile!
Oh, and if I see you inside those gates before the week is up, I'll personally see you to the job of paper-pusher. Right along Kotetsu and Izumo. Enjoy.
- Godaime Hokage Tsunade Sannin'
Sakura slowly, begrudgingly, brightened at the thought of relaxation. No Akatsuki, no paperwork, no missions. Just her and a nice, long, warm bath. A lot of them. This was going to be perfect. With this thought in mind, she collapsed backwards on the bed and prepared herself for the longest nap of her life.
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"Hello, Tenji. I was just on my way to the baths. Any rules I should follow?" Sakura questioned upon encountering the smallish man in the hallway. He beamed up at her.
"Nope! I know a girl like you wouldn't do anything bad, so it's all good! Just have fun!" She smiled, waved, and continued down the hall. She held an extra towel in her hand, swinging it as she trekked her way down to the bathhouse. Upon reaching the door, she paused and grimaced. Ugh, really?
Joined Baths. Ew. Sakura sighed, held to her robe a little tighter, and strode inside. Immediately she was surrounded by half naked men and women, making her grimace. It's not like she wasn't used to it from her days at the hospital, but when – oh. Oh god, he is NOT running around naked. That's gross. She carefully controlled her expression after sending the naked silver-haired man a disapproving look, going to the furthest corner of the room to undress. Whilst wrapping the large, fluffy towel around her, she shivered at the feeling of eyes boring into her back.
Not bothering to look back, she fled – calmly – to the baths.
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Thirty minutes later found Haruno Sakura, eyes closed, at the furthest end of the baths. She paid no attention to the small groups at the other end, drifting in and out of consciousness and smiling contentedly to herself. It had been a long while since she could relax, and she was definitely going to take advantage of this small vacation.
She sunk lower into the waters, lying her head against the side of the huge tub. A sot sigh escaped her, lost in the chatter of the others. In moments, she was napping.
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"Hidan, don't do it."
"Shut the hell up. I'm just going to wake the bitch up…it's not safe to fall asleep in a pool- you could fuckin' drown."
"She's going to kill you."
"Didn't kill the others."
"She wasn't asleep with the others, and if I do recall, they weren't naked."
"Whatever. They're just fuckin' pansies."
"Hidan…"
Sakura woke to the not-so-pleasant feeling of something attacking her mouth. Her eyes snapped open, a gasp engulfing her as Hidan of Akatsuki grinned back at her. Suddenly, something was in her mouth. She yelped, lashing out and sent him flying across to the opposite wall. "Arg- pervert!" she spit, glaring viciously.
"I told you." The only other person in the now-empty bathhouse sighed at her side, annoyed. "You're such an idiot."
"Shut the hell up!"
She turned tensely to who she realized was Kakuzu, partner of the man she just sent flying. Sinking lower into the water, she scowled at them. "I can't even be left alone on vacation?"
He gave her a blank look. Hidan splashed in behind her. "Hey," he laughed, "we were here first. We just found you here, about to drown."
She growled in annoyance, crossing her arms above her chest and sent Hidan a heated look. "Eyes up here, asshole. And that's not fair. I'm supposed to be relaxing – how can I do that with you two here?"
Hidan gave her a lecherous look, paddling closer. "I can make you fuckin' relax. Seriously."
She held a hand out. "Go no farther. I will castrate you." He stopped immediately, pondering the idea, and grimaced. She smirked and turned to the more sensible of the two with a raised eyebrow. "When, exactly, are you leaving? Because I want relaxation, not waiting for douchebag over there to jump me." A jerked thumb had Hidan grunting in protest.
"You'll like it – seriously."
"Somehow, I doubt that." She paused, frowning. "….what is that?!"
"We're leaving tomorrow," Kakuzu told her innocently, keeping his eyes on the water. She paled at the thick black tendrils wrapping themselves firmly around her wrists. Her feet, already rooted to place, were of no help when Hidan drew closer with a very, very devious smirk. He chuckled at her expression.
"Shit…didn't think I'd pass up this opportunity, did you?"
"I was hoping," she deadpanned in returned. "Now kindly free me before I kick your goddamned ass."
"That's all Kakuzu, bitch." he pressed himself against her, which in turn, had her eyes narrowing to slits. "And it's a paid job, so he's not letting up, cause I haven't paid him the damn money yet."
"You'd better," came the annoyed hiss behind her. She growled, attempting to lash out.
"Yeah, yeah." he smirked down at her. "But first…" And before a single threat could make itself known, she found his lips pressed disturbingly against her own as his hand cradled the back of her neck. She strained against the thread-like ropes around her limbs, trying to at least knee him or something. Unfortunately he saw it coming, and placed an uncomfortable hand on her thigh restrictingly. Stilling, she just rolled her eyes to the ceiling and waited for him to finish.
A few moments later, he pulled away and she yelped at a sudden palm where it wasn't wanted. "Get your hand off my ass."
He chuckled in obvious amusement. "Sure, sure. Jesus, you're such a prude."
She growled threateningly, and turned to glare at Kakuzu. "No let me go. Or would you like a go?" (Sarcasm, thy name is Sakura.) He narrowed his eyes, and reluctantly let her go with a wary, stiff posture. She sunk lower into the water, scowling. "Now go away."
They stared blankly.
She narrowed her own. "Fine!" Casting a quick genjutsu, she scrambled out and hurried to the changing rooms, cursing her luck. A few moments later she was fully dressed and Hidan let out a string of complaints in the next room.
"That's not fair, you little bitch!"
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"I can't even go to a damn resort without them following me!" she groaned into her pillow later, sighing. Hours earlier she'd returned to her suite with hurried footsteps, firmly locking the door behind her. Since then she'd opened the door once – only for her dinner, sitting uneaten at the desk, slowly cooling. Since then she'd had no appetite, and settle for groaning into her pillow. "Not even fair…at least the other one didn't….bleh."
"Should I take offense to that?"
Squealing in alarm – was she losing her touch or was it the bath soaps? – Sakura flailed and dived to the other side of the bed, pointing a violent finger at the amused Kakuzu. "You! Get out!!" He looked very comfortable, actually; his fingers tucked gently between the pages of a novel, legs crossed leisurely, chin balanced in hand. His eyes, green-bloodshot red, watched her from the chair next to the bed.
"I'm merely seeking solace, Sakura-san."
"I'll show you solace if you don't get the hell out of my suite, you bastard. I'm tired of you guys invading my damn personal privacy!!" she stormed past him, aiming for the door, and stopped with a violent shiver as his fingers on her wrist.
"Wait. I'm only reading – I can only deal with Hidan so much, and he doesn't know where we are."
She wasn't sure if that was suppose to scare or console her. She swallowed in thought, glanced at the door, and pried her arm away. "…fine. But touch me again, and I'll cut of your-"
"I get it." his tone was dry, and he promptly returned to his book in silence. With as much caution as a feral cat, she returned to her spot on the bed and eyed him warily. Minutes past this way, and yet he seemed unaffected. She relaxed slightly, turning her eyes briefly to the window. By the time she returned her gaze, he was gone. Eyes narrowing in alarm, she stiffened and looked around quickly. "Why so tense, Sakura-san…?" a whisper sounded at her neck, sending shivers along her spine.
She swallowed thickly. "What did I say about touching me."
"But," he chuckled softly, "I'm not touching you."
Unable to argue, she remained silent and turned her head to watch him from the corner of her eye. His hand was hovering just above her hair as if frozen, and his eyes were locked on hers painfully. She winced and looked away, but a brush of his hand on her chin had her peering into his eyes once again. Somewhere someone said something about touching, and then he'd pulled away. Alarmed to find herself dangling in midair as in wait, she hastily retreated.
"It seems," he pondered, "that I'm growing too fond of you." He fingers the mask at his cheek, eyebrows furrowed. She hesitated, then stood. Instantly his eyes alighted upon hers, almost curious.
"Kakuzu…your mask. What's…?" she got close enough to brush fingers with the silk-cloth before he'd jerked away.
"Nothing of your concern, Sakura-san." He quickly placed a small bag in her hand and glanced down into her eyes, lowering his voice. "You don't want to see." And then he was gone, and the open door blared at her, achingly loud.
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The next morning was spent in both reverence and dread at meeting up with the two infamous Akatsuki members of before. She snuck to breakfast and back to her room, and did the same with the bathhouse, sticking to the shadows to avoid being seen. In the changing room, she tried not to look at anyone in particular and wrapped the large towel around herself, folding her clothes neatly.
"Ho-hum," she murmured to herself quietly, "they're gone."
Suddenly the hairs raised threateningly on the back of her neck. She looked up and paused in complete surprise. In the doorway stood Kakuzu, watching her with glittering emerald marbles, pensive. His bag was slung over one shoulder, and he didn't bother to cross the threshold. She moved toward him automatically, almost magnetically, and stared up at him. "I thought you left…?" she muttered, one hand holding onto the knot of her towel. He brushed a lock of hair from her eyes absently, nodding.
"We're on the way out. I just…" he stopped shirt, looked at her with a new light in his eyes. She smiled and stood on tip-toe, one hand cradling the back of his neck.
"I know." Her lips met the silken cloth lightly, just a slight pause that made his entire body stiffen and relax in the same moment. They both watched one another, without words, as he pulled back. The chatter of conversation roared around them, but she paid no heed.
Suddenly, he chuckled. "I thought you said no touching?"
"I did," she nodded with a smile, "but I thought that might be necessary." They gazed at one another long moment; he finally nodded and turned away, all business once again.
"'Pleasure, Sakura-san," he murmured, walking toward his grinning partner.
She clutched the towel just a bit tighter and tried not to smile. "It's all mine."
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the bag he gave her was the money, btw. the bet money? yes. that's it. :)
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